I felt the baby moving and looked down to my stomach. Over the past few months, things have gone from the pits to alright. I have my baby... My memory of Christine. I sighed and looked around my lair. Ever since Meg appeared down here last month, I have been wondering if my lair is really as safe as it used to be.
Month 9:
I think Meg knows about me. She is the only remaining person who knows how to get to my lair. Moreover, one day I came back to find clothes and food. I have never thought of Meg as a dumb girl. I think she knows about the baby as well going by the size of the clothes she left me.
One night I went up to the Opera House. I hid out in Box 5 as usual. I aw Meg constantly looking towards me. As if yet again she knew, I was sitting there. Half through the show I felt cramps around the baby. I stood and started back towards my lair. When I was in one of my many tunnels, I felt a gush come out of me and the cramps got worse. My baby is coming now...
I slowly got to my lair. I had to stop and breathe with each contraction. I groaned as the last one left me leaning on a wall. I finally got back to the lair. I left my cloak lying on my piano. I felt the baby kick around in what I can only think is fear. I got back to the bed and sat down. I rubbed small circles on my stomach trying to let the baby know it was ok.
Hours pass and I am pushing. I groaned as the latest contraction ended. The baby had moved down a lot since my labor actually started. I know it is soon though. I pushed again as a new contraction arose. I felt burning. The baby was starting to crown. I groaned and kept at it. Soon after the head was out. I got on my elbows and reached down between my thighs. I felt the tiny head and a gasp escaped my lips. My baby. My little angel of music.
I kept pushing and panted. When the shoulders came out I sat up the best I could and reached between my legs to help the baby out. I laid back as I held the baby in my arms. I looked down and smiled. I had a daughter. I grabbed the nearest towel and started to wipe her up. I still panted as she let out her first cry. I do not think anyone heard her though. I do not want someone to hear my angel and take her away from me. I wrapped her up after cleaning up myself and sat with her at my piano. "You need a name little one. I will name you Aimee Minuet Deqesne." I kissed her head and started to sing the lullaby that I wrote just for her.
13 years later
I smile as I watch my angel from box 5. She is now singing in the opera house. I can see Christine in the audience. I wonder if she knows that Aimee is hers. Raul sits by her as well with their children. I sigh and just watched my daughter sing.
~Fin~