Today's prompt: cursed/demon/deformity

Here's another musical-based one shot! I hope you guys enjoy!

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Christine turned over in bed to wrap her arm around her husband. To her surprise, she was only met with the sound of a dull thump when her arm it the mattress under her. She frowned at this and opened her eyes, only for the expression to deepen when she realized her husband wasn't even in the room. Promptly, she got out of bed and stepped out of their bedroom. Going directly to her husband's office, she didn't bother to knock on the door before she opened it.

To no shock of her own, there was her husband, sitting at his desk.

She could instantly tell that something was off about him. He has his face focused down at the desk, but he wasn't composing or working on one of his architectural sketches.

"Erik? Are you alright?" Christine asked with a frown. "It's late. Why are you still up?"

"I'm fine, Christine. Go back to sleep; you need your rest," Erik replied, his tone quiet and gentle.

Christine shook her head as she stepped closer, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I know that something isn't right here, love. Please, tell me what it is. I can't offer any help if you don't tell me."

Erik sighed, and it took him a few minutes, but he eventually whispered: "I had another dream about the fair."

"Oh, my love, I'm sorry," Christine said with a sigh, leaning over to press a kiss to his mask. "I know that those memories are still awful for you to dwell on. No one should have to be put through the things that you have."

"No, they shouldn't. Especially at such a young age," Erik mumbled, propping both elbows on his desk and leaning his head in his hands. "I just want the nightmares to stop, Christine. This was the third one this week."

"I know, darling, and I'm terribly sorry," Christine replied, beginning to rub circles on his back. "I think we both know why they've been happening so often, though."

Erik nodded, his right hand coming to rest on his wife's slightly rounded stomach. "What if the baby ends up like...like me, Christine?" He turned to look up at her, fresh tears pooling in his eyes. "I don't want our child to be as monstrous as I am."

"Hey," Christine said with a frown, gently cupping his face in her hands. "You are not a monster. And even if our baby does end up with your deformity, we will love him or her all the more. I promise, everything is going to turn out just fine, no matter what happens."

"Thank you, my Christine," Erik replied softly as he set his free hand over one of hers, leaning into her touch. "I love you."

"I love you most," Christine replied. Smiling, she leaned over to give him a kiss. "You're perfect just the way you are."