A month had flown. It seemed like yesterday I came to stay with Erik. Before I w it my time with Erik would be gone, but I made a promise, to come and see him when I went to the opera.
Erik and I were in bed making love, when suddenly I felt our baby kick me. Erik felt it the moment it happened. “Christine, did you tell that?” he asked me.
“Yes. I think our baby just said Hello to you!” I smiled. Erik’s face was shock when I said those words. It just came out of my mouth, I couldn’t help it.
“Christine, Why didn’t you tell me?” He gently put his hand upon my stomach.
“You thought the baby was Raoul’s.”
“Oh, Christine!” he cried, “You’re carrying my child.” He gently kissed me and the lips and made love to me again.
The morning when we got up, Erik had me in his arms, caressing me ever so gently. He was more gentle when we made love after he found out about the baby. “Darling, I think we better stop making love. I don’t want to hurt our baby. I don’t want him to end up looking like me. I’m afraid it might happen, if I keep on making love to you.” he said.
“ Erik, the baby is going to be beautiful, I just know it. He’s going to have your voice, Erik, and he’ll have my eyes and my hair.”
“Christine, I hope and pray that everything is going to be alright. I couldn’t bear it, if our baby was deformed like me”. I felt like I was going to cry when Erik said that.
“Darling, if that happens to our baby, we will love it as if it was normal!” I cried. Then I held him in my arms and I sung him a song that he had taught me.
Erik felt more better after I sung him a song. He wasn’t sad anymore. We talked about our baby. He was getting excited about having a baby of his own. He thought he wouldn’t ever have children of his own. Erik was only sixty-years old, he had almost given up hope about having children of his own.
Oneday, I went back to my father’s house and I got a photo album of my photos as a baby. I wanted to show them to Erik. Maybe our baby would look like me. I really didn’t care if it was a boy or a girl. I was happy that I am going to be a mother in a couple of months.
I had arrived back to our house and Erik was at the organ playing a new song he was writting. “Hello, Darling! I kissed his on the cheek.
“How are we doing today , my Angel?” he asked wanting to know how The baby and I were doing.
“We are doing just lovely, Erik!” I smiled touching his shoulders.
“That’s wonderful! I know he’s going to be a little angel just like his mother.” He gently kissed me on the lips.
“Erik, I want to show you something.” Erik came over to where I was.
“This is a photo album of mine when I was a little baby.” I openned up the album and showed him my photos as a baby.
“You were such a beautiful baby, My Darling. I wish I could say the same about me. My mother didn’t ever take any photos of me.”
“Erik, I didn’t mean to upset you.” I said.
“You didn’t, my angel. Whenever I think about my child, it gives me bad memories of that life with my mother and how I was treated.” I took Erik in my arms, and he cried in my arms. I know I always made Erik feel better when I was around him. I was truly a blessing to him.
It was my last month with Erik. I didn’t want it to ever end, but I knew it was going to end very soon. I was into my fifth month of pregnancy. I was so huge. I looked like I was going to have twins. Sometimes I wondered, if I were having twins. It was possible.
On the last night I stayed with Erik, we made love. Erik didn’t want to at first, but I wanted to so, I could be with him one more time before I left him. Raoul was coming in the next afternoon. I had to be at the house early that day, so, he wouldn’t know I was gone. I hope and pray that he didn’t ever find out about me staying with Erik for three months since he was gone in London.
“Erik, I don’t want this to end!” I cried, “I want to be with you!”
“I love you, my angel, with all my heart. It hurts me to see you wanting me so much. We will be together.” He cried into my arms.
“Erik, I can’t let you go!” I cried very emotionly in his powerful arms. Erik kissed me very passionately.
On the day, I left, it was very hard for me. Erik and I hugge and kissed before we left each other. “Take good care of my child and yourself. I love you ,two very much!”
“I promise, I’ll come back to you, my love!” I cried.
“Go, Christine! he cried , “I will find away for us to be together again.” I ranned over to the boat and headed back to the Opera House. It was very differcult for me to leave, Erik again. He loved me, and I knew I was his one true love.
