A/N: Sorry for not updating this story. I was just trying to make Always and Forever catch up! But, this story has come to an end... :'( Anyway, enjoy chapter 19! This chapter will be the Epilogue.

Chapter Nineteen

Months later... Okay, 9 months later...

Christine was sleeping face up with Erik at her side. She was snuggled up against him, and Erik smiled. He was rubbing her huge stomach and he placed a kiss on it. Christine was smiling and then she softly giggled.

"That tickles, Erik..." she said.

"I thought you were sleeping, angel." he said placing a kiss on her lips. Christine sighed.

"I'm nervous... it's already the ninth month, the baby will come anytime soon..." Christine looked down at her stomach. "My stomach is too big, I could hardly see my feet." She smiled. "My little Gustave or Mercedes. I can't wait to see you. But, please make it easy for maman, okay?" Christine smile widened when she felt a little kick.

"Wait, Gustave? I thought we agreed on Aramis." He said and crossed his arms over his shoulder. Christine giggled.

"I like Gustave better. Or maybe Raoul..." She said looking up at Erik. He gave her the most deadliest glare she has ever seen, that made Christine shrink in fear, but she gave a small chuckle. "Okay, I'll be quiet. I was just teasing you."

"I know that, Madame. Thank you." Christine gave a big smile. She remember that months ago they were married. It was done secretly, for Erik was still wanted. Christine loved it, Erik became her husband. Making her name, Christine Desslar. "I want the boy to be named Aramis."

"Fine, you win! We'll name the baby Gustave!" She groaned. Trying to trick him, but Erik was too smart.

"Witty hmm? Nice try Christine, but we're naming the baby Aramis. No ifs, ands, or buts."

"Fine. Although, I think that-" Before she could finish, Erik placed his hand over her mouth and smirked.

"End of discussion, Christine." He said smiling, got off the bed and went to get dressed. Christine glared at him and stood up from the bed as well.

"Oh no, you don't! If you think that you-" Christine stopped when she felt that water was dripping from her legs. She grabbed the edge of the bed. "Erik..." Erik turned to look at her and he quickly went to her side. "M-m-my water b-broke..." she said nervously. Erik scooped her up and placed her on the bed.

"I'll go get, Madame Giry. Stay calm, my love." Christine began taking deep breaths to calm herself. She placed her hand on her stomach and began to rub it.

"Okay, baby. Remember make it easy for Maman. Please..." Christine whispered. Erik came back in with Madame Giry, Meg, and Nadir. "I thought you said you w-were getting Madame Giry..." Christine said.

"He did, but he was panicked and we were all in the same room. We all decided to come." Nadir said with a smile. Madame Giry was on Christine's side.

"Alright, my child. This is going to take a while and contractions are going to kick in." Christine nodded, understanding. "And the baby won't come for hours. So, you must try to relax."

Erik went to Christine's side and caressed her hair. She smiled and rubbed her belly. Oh God, I hope it isn't very painful...

After about hours, around thirteen Erik had thought he counted, Christine had experienced the contractions. He was next to her, his hand in a fist, and Christine's hand was on top of it, squeezing it.

"Erik, please it's hurts!" Erik kissed her forehead. Christine gave a loud scream and gave a hard squeeze on his hand, causing him to wince in pain.

"I never thought my little angel had the grip of steel..." He whispered in her ear making her smile. Madame Giry came in with everyone and they were carrying towels, a knife, and other things they would need. Christine was holding tight to Erik's hand, when Madame Giry began to position herself in front of Christine's legs.

"Alright, my dear. You're body is ready to give birth, it's ready to start pushing." Christine nodded her head. "Push!" Christine pushed, and gave a scream. "Push, Christine!"

Christine pushed once more and the sound of a little cry filled the chamber. Madame Giry wrapped a blanket around the baby. "It's a boy." She handed the baby over to Meg. "But, it seems we are not through yet."

Christine's eyes widened. "W-w-what?" Madame Giry nodded. She told Christine to push and she did with all her might.

"Again, Christine."

"I-I can't." She looked over to Erik. "I-I can't, E-Erik!" He leaned his forehead against hers.

"Do it, Christine. Imagine our children, running, playing, laughing." Christine nodded. With all the strength she had she pushed once more. Christine threw her head back in exasperation.

"Congratulations, Erik, Christine. You have a baby boy and girl." Meg handed the first baby to Christine and Madame Giry handed the second baby to Erik. Erik looked down at the baby he held in his arms. His baby girl. "Mercedes..." He looked and the baby had brown hair. She looked so small and fragile. Her eyes began move and then they flutter opened. She had his green little eyes. He smiled and caressed her little chocolate curls. She was so beautiful.

Christine was smiling at him and looked down at her baby boy. He had blond hair with brown eyes. "Aramis. My sweet little Aramis." She placed a kiss on his little forehead. She smiled and lets the others take Aramis.

"Let's let Christine rest. We'll put the children in the nursery." Madame Giry said. Everyone left and Erik placed a kiss on Christine's forehead. She grabbed a hold of his hand.

"Stay with me..." she whispered. Erik nodded and laid next to her on the bed. She snuggled close to his chest. "I hope you don't plan on having anymore kids..."

"Mm, four more." he whispered. Christine's eyes widened.

"No!"

"You're tired, Christine. You don't know what you're saying. Go to sleep." He said pressing his face in her curls. Christine mumbled some cruses under her breath before she closed her eyes and rested peacefully.

Epilogue
Four years later...

Erik was sitting with Mercedes at the piano. "Papa?"

"Yes, Mercedes?"

"Can I be a com-com..."

"Composer?" Erik asked. It was funny to him how she couldn't pronounce words.

"Mmhmm. I want to be a com-p-poser! Composer, just like you." she said happily, now that she can say the word. Erik smiled and patted her tiny head, making her brown curls bounce.

"Perhaps. It takes patience." he replied.

"I'm patient!" Mercedes spat. Erik smirked and crossed his arms over his shoulder. Mercedes looked down at her feet that were wiggling under the chair. "Okay... I'm not patient. But, that is only with Aramis and it's because Aramis is too slow! And he's a scaredy cat!" Erik shook his head, but couldn't help to be amused.

He knew that though, they were both twins, they fought a lot. Aramis always called Mercedes, "Mercy" since he couldn't pronounce her name, which caused her to be angry.

Aramis, that boy was always around Christine, he would never leave her alone. Flashbacks went to Erik, especially one where her remembered how when Aramis was two, there was a storm.

xXx

Months Ago...

"Mommy! Mommy!" Aramis cried. He got out of bed and ran into the hall with Mercedes behind him, since he woke her. The shouts went from his room to her room too.

Christine(three month pregnant) and Erik were in their nightgowns walking to Aramis's room and saw the little boy running toward them. Aramis hid behind Christine's legs and was sobbing with fear.

Christine picked him up in her arms and cradled the little boy. Mercedes merely rolled her eyes. "It's yust a stom!" she groaned. Erik looked at Mercedes and cocked his brow.

"You're not scared of the storm, Mercedes?" Erik asked, teasingly. Mercedes shook her head. Aramis looked at Mercedes and glared.

"Weave me alone, Mercy! I dwidn't do anything to you!" Aramis cried. Mercedes growled, but Erik picked her up in his arms.

He looked at Mercedes with a serious face. "Don't laugh at your younger brother, mademoiselle." he growled. Mercedes nodded, but felt herself shrink at her father's tone. Erik took her back to her room and placed her on the bed. "Go to sleep." Mercedes closed her tiny green eyes. "Goodnight, my little petite."

"Goodnight, papa."

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One Year Before...

"Aramis, come here." Erik's tone was a low growl and Aramis was hiding under the kitchen table. Erik saw little blonde hair start to come out under the table. Mercedes was behind Erik holding her arm and rubbing it because Aramis... bit it.

Aramis had his head bowed in fear. Just then Christine and her pregnant stomach came in the kitchen and Aramis automatically ran behind her legs to hid. Christine gave a confused look. "What's going on?"

Erik ignored her and focused on the boy. "Come here, Aramis." Erik's voice was calm, deep. Making the little boy's eyes widened in fear. He pulled Christine's dress to his eyes, to make sure his sight didn't catch his father.

"Erik, love. What is going on?" Erik looked at his lovely wife and sighed.

"Our son has bitten the arm of our daughter. And left it's mark." Erik said motioning Mercedes to show her arm to Aramis. Christine gasped.

"Aramis! Why would you do such a thing?" Little tears began to fall out of Aramis's brown eyes.

"I'm sowwy, Maman!" His eyes began to become red and Christine couldn't take watching him like that. She gave a Erik a guilty look, but Erik shook his head.

"He needs discipline, Christine." he whispered. Mercedes felt bad telling on him. Even she hated seeing her brother like that.

Aramis began sobbing and Erik groan in frustration. He picked up the little boy, and Aramis rested his head on Erik's shoulder, his sobs becomes quieter. Erik gently patted Aramis in the back, and snuggled the little boy in his arms 'till he fell asleep..

xXx

Erik's memories were interrupted when Aramis burst through the door, running and sitting next to his father. Erik saw that on the door way, Christine had their one year old son in her arms and her five month pregnant belly. Erik stood and took the child from her arms... Gustave was his name.

"Thank you. Now, I'm going to go rest. You do not mind watching them, correct?" Erik smiled.

"No, of course not, my angel. Go and rest." He gently kissed her lips, but Christine pulled away.

"Careful, Erik. One kiss ended us up with three, soon to be four children." She teased. Erik smirked.

"And soon to be five. I will make my promise on having six children. And maybe more." He whispered seductively in her ear making Christine shiver with delight.

"We'll see..." she said, before leaving the music room.

Erik turned and saw Aramis playing, "Think of Me" on the piano while Mercedes sang it. She had her mother's talent and maybe she too, will become a prima donna.

Erik's life was perfect he had all he needed. A wife, children, happiness. He had everything he wanted...

"Come on, papa. Come and sing with me!" Mercedes cried, Aramis began to play a little lullaby. Erik sat with them, he and Mercedes sang to Gustave gently.

And he wouldn't have it, any other way.

A/N: Wow, I finished this one. Love my beautiful reviewers! Check out my other stories, Always and Forever and Slow and Painful Love. Bye! :DD