"Jolras, give me my cap back!'
The twenty-two-year-old laughs at the little boy trying to reach the cap he has pulled off the gamin's head.
'Come off it, Enjolras!' says the little boy as he tries to disguise his usual bubbly attitude with a serious expression. 'Really.'
Éponine chuckles as she watches how her little brother hops in an attempt to get his cap back. She leans onto a soft armchair of the living room as the other two play around happily, joyfully enjoying the couple of hours they have together before Gavroche returns to his wooden elephant and Enjolras has to go to one of his university lectures.
'A child holds a very dear affection towards his cap, does he not?' chuckles Enjolras as he places the maroon hat on top of the boy's dirty golden locks.
'I'm no child,' huffs Gavroche as he fixes the cap on his head with an annoyed expression. However, when he looks up and finds Enjolras sticking his tongue out at him, the ten-year-old giggles merrily, offering the Law student a happy smile.
'I'm almost a man, aren't I?' questions Gavroche.
'Indeed,' says Enjolras, patting his head. 'Almost a man.'
Éponine smiles. In front of her stand the two men of her life: her little man, her small sunshine, and the big man who makes her life complete. Being with either of them she feels two very different kinds of joy – but when pulled together, she feels completely and utterly happy. The little man makes her giggle, the big man makes her stomach flutter whenever their eyes meet. She feels the strangest kind of pleasure when he pulls her close and feels his lips against hers, her heart dropping when their fingers intertwine and her fingers get lost in his golden locks.
She snaps out of her thoughts when her little brother hops onto her lap, laughing.
'Why're you lookin' so sad, 'Ponine?' he asks, giggling.
She strokes his blond hair and smiles. 'I'm not sad, 'Vroche. In fact, I'm quite happy at the moment.' She feels how an arm wraps around her waist and smiles.
'And I am glad you're happy,' says Enjolras, pressing a kiss to her cheek.
Éponine turns around, a smile on her face. She brushes her lips against his, her smile broadening when she hears Gavroche gagging and finds him wrinkling his nose at both of them, shaking his head disapprovingly. 'Ew, don't do that!'
Éponine blushes as she hears how Enjolras laughs next to her. He has such a vivid, contagious laugh that soon enough both Éponine and Gavroche are laughing too. Her two men laugh together, the little one hopping up and down on her lap and the bigger one rubbing her side, offering her one of his beautiful smiles.
It is now when Éponine feels truly happy.