"Erik, hurry up. I just heard Charlotte's cue", I told him as we made our way to Box Five.

"You aren't the one holding Raoul's hand", he grumbled as he finally caught up to me. His grouchy state was forgotten when two-year old Raoul smiled up at him. Erik swung him up into his arms.

"Yes, but you aren't carrying Christine", I said, adjusting the sleeping one and a half year old girl in my arms.

We made it to Box Five just as Charlotte started singing. The Opera Populaire was putting on Don Juan Triumphant again as it's twenty year anniversary, and Charlotte was playing the part I had played so many years ago.

I smiled as her beautiful voice wafted to our Box Seat.

Erik smiled at me and I smiled back at him. Charlotte's beau Antoine began singing onstage as they both made their way up the stairs.

Audrey appeared next to us in the now crowded Box Seat.

"Am I too late?" she asked.

"No, darling. You made it just in time", Erik quietly told her, Raoul now sitting in his lap.

I smiled as I thought about our four children. Audrey, as the oldest, was a Prima ballerina at the opera house, and had finished her performance in this play just in time to sit with us when Charlotte's part began. She was engaged to a nice young man, but didn't wish to quit ballet as Meg had.

Charlotte our second oldest, had become the opera's leading soprano, making Erik quite proud. She was not engaged yet, but had confided to me that she truly did love Antoine. She was afraid that her father would not approve, as she knew how unsure he was of letting Audrey get engaged. I told her that she would be fine if they ever got engaged, but her, still the cautious shy one she was, didn't really believe it. So Antoine still hadn't asked her to marry.

Raoul as our only boy and third oldest still had much of his life ahead of him. Erik was greatful to have a boy in the family, but had constantly worried during my pregnancy that he would have a marred face like Erik. Erik hadn't wanted his son to go through the pain he had as a child, but I had promised him that we would never let that happen to him. As it turned out, Raoul was born an unscathed, beautiful little child.

Our youngest and only baby was Christine. She had been born with such similar features to mine that Erik had almost forced me to name her Christine. Her chestnut curls had begun to grow in, and Erik said that now he could see what I looked like as a baby, which had made me blush.

After the opera had ended (without the interruption of the falling chandelier—Erik) our whole family celebrated Charlotte's wonderful voice and performance.

I kissed Erik and held his hand, smiling at him. I was so happy that he and I were together. At last.

I knew that our children would each grow up to form beautiful lives of their own, but we hoped that they would never have to experience a story like The Phantom of the Opera—my Erik.

-Christine