Nadir was silent when Erik returned early that morning. The masked man did not have to say anything because Nadir knew all to well where he had been and what he had done. It was written all over the visible side of his face. The Persian just hoped that Erik knew what he was doing. Revealing himself to Christine could ruin everything and no one might realize it. But Erik looked truly happy for the first time in a long time and he seemed far more content, despite the fact that he still needed to seek his revenge on Delauney.
"I hope you know what you are doing," Nadir said quietly. Erik said nothing as he removed his shirt and lay down. Nadir sighed. Erik had always been very stubborn. If he wanted to see Christine he would, Nadir had been foolish to believe otherwise. Erik had always had a way of getting what it was he wanted. And there was no doubt in the Persian's mind that the masked man would do anything to be with his wife. At one time he had believed that Erik had hardened his heart to any sort of love and that had been after he had ruined his face, but Christine had changed him, and it was truly a change that should go down in history.
She had taken a stubborn, angry masked man and turned him into a man any woman would be proud to call a husband. Christine reminded Nadir of Emma in that sense, she had always had a way of making everyone around her better, and Christine had inherited that quality from her mother, and he was sure Erik would always be thankful to her for that.
"What made last night different that you had to go to her?" Nadir wondered. Erik finally decided to speak and told his friend about watching Christine faint and how he had carried her into their room. Her waking up had been a surprise to him, he admitted that, but he told the Persian that he would never forget that night. He spoke softly of Christine's reaction to seeing him.
"I know now how you must have felt when Emma died...I do not know how you could stand it," Erik whispered, a new respect for the Persian washing over him. If he were to lose Christine he would surely go insane. And Nadir had believed that Emma had no longer wished to see him. Nadir would never be able to explain how he had felt when he had been told Emma was gone. He knew just by looking at Erik that he would never be able to stand it if Christine were to suddenly die. He would not wish that feeling on anyone.
"You are lucky to have someone like Christine," the Persian murmured. Erik did not need to be told that, he already knew that far to well, and that was why tonight he would be going to Delauney to seek his revenge and then he would spend the night in his wife's
Christine noticed immediately that something was different with Sienna the moment she walked into the room. She seemed to glow and Christine wondered what had caused this change. She looked stunning as she came down to break her fast and even Gustave and Raoul seemed to notice. Raoul glanced at Christine, as if she would have the answers and Christine could only shrug. She was trying her best not to smile or do anything that might give away the fact that she had been in her husband's arms the night before. Sienna sat down at the table after saying good morning to everyone and she began to eat, with a very healthy appetite. Christine's answer came almost immediately when Anthony entered the room.
He had the same glow Sienna had and he was whistling to himself. Sienna glanced at him and smiled but made no other move that would suggest anything. But Christine knew immediately what had happened. The two had made love for the first time. She knew because she had had that same glow when Erik had touched her for the first time. To say she was not surprised would be a lie. Her brother was a gentleman and he would not touch a lady like Sienna unless they were married. Christine did not hold it against them, she knew they loved each other and she liked seeing them happy.
Raoul seemed to figure it out as well and he glanced at Christine who smiled and shrugged. It took Gustave a lot longer and when he figured it out he only chuckled to himself. He thought Sienna was a wonderful girl and he would be happy to see his son with her.
"How are you feeling this morning, Christine?" Gustave wondered. Christine had to keep from choking on her food. Her father, however simply waited. Christine took a deep breath. He was only talking about how she felt being pregnant, he had no idea about Erik. It was not good that she was already paranoid when she had only found out about Erik the night before.
"I feel fine," Christine said, when it truth she was in heaven. Erik was alive!
"My grandchild not giving you any trouble?" he said warmly. Christine smiled and shook her head. Raoul seemed to become sad quite suddenly from the mention of Christine and Erik's baby but he said nothing. Christine wished that he would move on. He was a handsome man who could have any woman he wanted; she would just never be that woman. It seemed everyone was finding love except for him and if she could change that she would, she thought of him as a brother.
"Sienna, would you like to join me for a walk?" Anthony wondered. Christine watched closely the way Sienna's eyes lit up and she smiled, nodding.
"I would love to," she said standing. Anthony stood up as well.
"If you would all excuse us," he said, taking the Italian girls arm and leading her out of the room. Christine had a feeling that walking was the last thing that they planned on doing that morning and she shook her head with a small smile. It seemed life always went on.