Six months after our arrival in America, as Phantasma began taking shape along Coney Island's shores, I discovered I was carrying twins. The news came from Isabella during one of her regular checkups in the medical wing she and Gabriel had established beneath Phantasma's main theater.

"Twins, Rose," Isabella announced, her dark eyes twinkling as she pressed the stethoscope to my belly. "Two distinct heartbeats, strong and clear."

Gabriel, who had been reviewing construction plans for the medical wing's expansion, dropped his papers. "Twins? Erik will need a moment for this one."

I found Erik in his workshop, where he and Madame Giry were discussing the ballet sequence for Phantasma's opening show. Meg was there too, practicing a complicated spin in her new star costume.

"Twins?" Erik's golden eyes widened, his hands stilling on the piano keys. The sheet music for Meg's solo forgotten. "But how... I mean, when..."

I took his trembling hands in mine, aware of our friends watching with barely concealed joy. "One is yours, my love. And one..." I hesitated, knowing I needed to tell him the full truth. "One is Jack's, from the Titanic. Isabella says it's rare, but possible - something called superfetation, where a woman can conceive again while already carrying a child."

Erik was silent for a long moment, his unmasked face thoughtful. Madame Giry placed a supportive hand on his shoulder, while Meg stopped her practice to come closer.

"Then we shall love them both," Erik finally said, pulling me close. "For they are both part of what made you who you are, mon ange."

The pregnancy was difficult but beautiful. Our strange family rallied around us in ways I never expected. Erik composed lullabies for both babies, playing them each night as I rested in our bed above Phantasma's growing theater. Isabella monitored everything carefully, making daily visits to check on me, while Gabriel converted part of their medical practice into a state-of-the-art nursery.

"The finest medical equipment from Paris," Gabriel announced proudly, showing Erik the special instruments he'd ordered. "And a few unique modifications of my own design."

Madame Giry took charge of preparing the babies' rooms, her stern exterior melting whenever she discussed the nursery's decoration. "They must be surrounded by beauty from the start," she insisted, directing workers as they painted musical notes along the walls.

Meg, meanwhile, threw herself into creating tiny costumes. "For when they're old enough to join the show," she explained, holding up miniature versions of her star costume.

When the twins arrived on a stormy night in October, it was like watching two different stories come to life. Isabella handled the delivery with practiced grace, while Gabriel ensured everything went smoothly. Erik paced nervously until Madame Giry practically forced him to sit down.

"A boy and a girl," Isabella announced triumphantly, as Gabriel cleaned and checked each baby with meticulous care.

The boy had Jack's fair hair and Erik eyes, while the girl inherited my crystal  blue eyes and Eriks black hair. But most remarkably, she had Erik's musical genius – even her first cry was perfectly pitched.

"She's already singing," Meg whispered in awe, as she helped Isabella clean and swaddle the babies.

"Mamoru," I said softly, holding our son. "After Jack's father." Then, looking at our daughter in Erik's trembling arms, "And Sakura."

"Perfect names," Gabriel approved, making notes in his medical journal. "Both healthy and strong."

Erik couldn't take his eyes off either child, tears streaming down his unmasked face. "They're beautiful," he whispered. "Both of them."

Isabella squeezed my hand. "You've created something magical here, Rose. Not just these babies, but this family we've all become."

She was right. Looking around the room at our gathered loved ones – Isabella checking the babies' vital signs one more time, Gabriel making detailed notes, Madame Giry discretely wiping tears, Meg cooing over the twins – I realized we'd built something far more precious than just Phantasma.

"Our greatest production yet," Erik murmured, carefully sitting beside me with Sakura while I held Mamoru. "A family born of love, music, and second chances."

Outside, the storm raged on, but inside our tower above Phantasma, we were safe in the warmth of our chosen family's love. Two babies, born of different fathers but equally cherished, welcomed into a world where oddities were celebrated and love knew no boundaries.

The music of our new life had only just begun.

The End