This is my first Les Miserables story. I have been off the grid for some time now and I've decided that now would be the perfect time to come back. This isn't my best work by far, but I'm trying to decide if I want to continue writing. So please be critical when you review and tell me what you thought about it and what I could do to improve my writing.

Disclaimer- I do not own Les Miserables Victor Hugo does.

I had never been more nervous in my life. Not even when I had accepted the scholarship to the local university against my parents' wishes. As I paced back and forth across the hard wood floor thoughts kept flooding my mind. What if this isn't what he wanted? What if he left me? What if he left me for someone else? Thoughts like this kept plaguing my mind causing me to start breathing heavy.

I ran frustrated hands through my dark brown hair, realizing only then that I was shaking. I took a glance at the clock hanging on the wall; he would be home any minute. The piece of plastic felt like a brick in my pocket, weighing me down. How would he react? This was the best relationship I had ever had, this couldn't end, and it wouldn't. I had to think happy thoughts.

The sound of a lock clicking brought me out of her thoughts. He was home, in just a few minutes I would be kicked out of my home, left to fend for myself on the streets. Why was I thinking like this? He would never do something so cruel, not to me. I could hear him moving around in the living room, hanging his coat on the rack and taking his boots off. I stopped pacing when a pair of arms wrapped around my midsection. I smiled at this; I loved when he touched me. It sent a spark through my body, igniting my bones.

I felt his lips press against my neck, slightly nipping at my collarbone. "I missed you today," he whispered into my ear.

I smiled and turned around in his arms, wrapping my thin arms around his neck. I stood up on tip toes and kissed him lightly on the mouth. He could always calm me down, even if he didn't know he was doing it. "I missed you too." I bit her lip as I said this.

"Eponine what's wrong? Did something happen today at work?" A look of concern crossed his face; he was genuinely worried about me.

"Nothing is wrong Enjolras," I said pushing strands of curly blonde hair away from my boyfriends face.

"Ponine you only ever bite your lip when you are hiding something from me. What happened today?"

"You're right, something did happen today." I took a deep breath before reaching into my jean pocket and pulling out the pregnancy test. I placed the piece of plastic in his hand, waiting for him to react.

"Eponine…is this what I think it is?" His voice was barely above a whisper.

I could feel tears start to prick at my eyes; I looked up to meet his eyes and nodded my head. "Yes, it's a pregnancy test. I called Cosette during her lunch break and she went and picked me up one. I have five more exactly like this one in the bathroom." The dam in my eyes broke and tears flooded down my face.

"Why are you crying Ponine? This is great news! We're going to be parents! We're going to have a child." His voice portrayed his emotions, he sounded so happy.

"You're not mad?" I said in a timid voice, looking towards the ground.

"Mad? Why would I be mad?" He asked using a finger and tilting my head up so I had to look at him.

I shrugged my shoulder in reply, he signed, wrapping his arms around my waist and drawing me closer. "I could never be mad at you. Especially about this. Don't you realize how happy you've just made me? I feel like the luckiest man in the world. Not only do I get to wake up to you every morning, but now you're giving me a child. I love you Ponine. Nothing is ever going to change that."

I smiled at his words, "I love you too."

He bent his head down and I stood on my tip toes pressing my lips against his in a heated kiss. We stood like that for what felt like hours, but was really only minutes.

"You do know what this means now, right?" He said, his forehead resting against mine. He didn't give me time to reply. "You're stuck with me for the rest of your life."

"Oddly, I think I'm okay with that." I smiled pulling him in for another kiss.

"Now, I didn't see this coming," Grantaire said taking a swig from his bottle of tequila.

"How far along are you," Jehan asked drawing everyone's attention away from Grantaire.

"By Ponine's calculations she's around seven weeks pregnant," Enjolras said smiling as he wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his chin on the top of my head. I leaned back into his embrace, feeling totally at ease.

"Wait, how long have you guys known," Courfeyrac asked.

"We've known for about five weeks now," I said.

"Wait a second, you guys knew for five weeks and didn't tell any of us?" Grantaire said stumbling around the room.

"Cosette knew," was my simple reply. That didn't seem to be the right thing to say because it drew all the attention to poor Cosette.

"You told Cosette before you told me? I'm your best friend Ponine," Grantaire said a sad look upon his face.

Untangling myself from Enjolras I walked over to where Grantaire stood and wrapped my arms around his waist. "I'm sorry. I was going to tell you, but you would have told everyone else. You're not very good at keeping secrets." I mumbled into his chest. Grantaire always understood me; he was my confidant and one of my dearest friends in the group.

"It is alright. I am known for blabbing secrets while drunk, and we all know that I'm drunk all the time." He said hugging me tightly. He released me and said," So who are the godparents?"

Seven Months Later

I was lying in bed one night when it happened. A stabbing pain ripped through my abdomen causing me to scream out in pain. The person lying beside me jolted up right into a sitting position, sleep still evident in his eyes.

"Ponine? What's wrong?" The man asked wiping the sleep from his eyes.

"It's time, Grantaire the babies coming!" I said breathing heavily. The baby couldn't come now, Enjolras was out of town. He had to go away for a conference in London. He had been hesitant about going but I had finally convinced him to go. Assuring him that Grantaire would be taking care of me and probably the rest of the Amis. He wouldn't be back for another two days! The baby could come now.

My words seemed to give him a boost of energy for he jumped out of bed and started to get dressed all the while his phone was help to his ear by his shoulder as he called Joly and told him what was going on. He helped me out of bed and quickly got me dressed.

"Everything's going to be alright Ponine. We'll call Enjolras and he'll get here as soon as he can. I have to get you to the hospital now; you're going to have a baby." He said grabbing my bag and leading me to the door.

Another sharp pain hit me, halting our movements for a moment. "Are you alright?" Grantaire asked after I had stood up straight. I gave him a nod in reply and we continued our trek to the elevator. As we arrived at the elevator the doors opened and Courfeyrac and Combeferre stepped out. When they saw up they rushed to us and Combeferre gently picked me up bridal style and rushed back to the elevator with Courfeyrac and Grantaire right behind us.

We arrived at the hospital ten minutes later to be greeted by the rest of the Amis plus Cosette and Musichetta. There was a doctor waiting with a wheelchair by the sliding glass door and when he saw us he immediately stepped forward and gestured for Combeferre to set me down in the chair. He did as indicated and with that I was rushed off to the Maternity ward.

I was in labor five hours later when Enjolras arrived. I saw him rushing into the room dressed in a hastily put on nurse outfit. I smiled at the sight of him, my Apollo was here and just in time. I made a grab for his hand when he was in reaching distance and all I could hear was the doctor yelling at me to push and Enjolras's rushed apologies about how he should have never gone on that conference. His apologies were shushed when another contracting hit and I pushed with all my might. I was getting weaker and more tired but I gave one last push and that when I heard it, the most beautiful sound in the world. The sound of my sons cries.

Alexander Grant Enjolras was the most beautiful baby in the world. With his curly golden locks and his warm brown eyes, he was a perfect combination of both his parents. He was currently asleep in his mother's arms. Eponine lay against Enjolras and they both were smiling down at their little creation, a sparkle in both their eyes. This is how the rest of the Amis found them. It had been an hour or so since they had been notified that Eponine had given birth to a healthy young boy. They had snuck in unnoticed by the happy couple that is until Cosette squealed in excitement. Eponine and Enjolras looked up at their friends, smiles covering their faces.

"Oh my, isn't he going to be a looker," Grantaire commented as he got a glimpse at the sleeping child. The rest of the Amis laughed at this all of them coming up to look at the baby.

"Combeferre, Cosette," Enjolras said getting the two peoples attention. They looked up at him, smiles on their faces. "Eponine and I were wondering if you would like to be Xanders godparents."

"Really?" Cosette asked excitedly. Eponine nodded at her best friend.

"I would be honored," Combeferre said with a smile. Cosette nodded along with him silently agreeing.

"Now that that is settled. Would you like to hold your godson?" Eponine asked.

Please R&R I need all the help I can get.