A/N: Hello there you lovely lovely people. Here it is! I didn't realise how much planning I'd done for this until now XD Literally, I've drawn their children and named them, written their personalities and interests, I've plotted which characters I'm gonna use, sketched Éponine's wedding dress, drafted out a family tree, dinner seating plan...I've done too much, it's a bit weird XD (if you want to see the dress after I've put up their wedding scene then drop me a PM - I'm not the best artist but you'd get the general idea :) ) Prompts always appreciated, I have some from the website now but don't be afraid to keep submitting!

So, another story must begin indeed. Also, happy birthday to I Am Your Singer 2006, who I have dedicated this chapter to as without you there wouldn't be a sequel. Thank you and happy birthday! :)

Prompt (thank you I Am Your Singer 2006): Imagine the six of them having a celebratory dinner in light of Marius and Éponine's engagement (I've set it on the same night as the proposal so expect some fluff :3)

"You are not drinking tonight."

"Alright Marble."

"I mean it."

"I know, Marble."

"Stop calling me Marble."

"Okay, Marble."

"I give up."

Éponine laughed at Enjolras and Grantaire's short exchange. "Marble" had become somewhat a nickname for Enjolras now, courtesy of Grantaire in reference to his status of a statue.

She was tucked firmly into Marius' side, Azelma holding her hand and Joly next to Marius as they headed off for a celebratory dinner. "Marble" and Grantaire were in front of them, debating about almost anything they could.

She looked up at her fiancée - she couldn't say the word without smiling - and grinned at him. Marius returned the smile, leaning down to kiss her briefly. Azelma rolled her eyes, happy that her sister was happy but hoping they wouldn't be quite so cute/vomit inducing the whole night.

Joly led the way through the near-empty marketplace, guiding the party to the restaurant he had in mind. It didn't take too long to get there and soon the six of them were say at a table, Enjolras at the head and Azelma opposite him, Marius and Éponine of course next to each other with Joly and Grantaire across from them. Marius squeezed Éponine's hand under the table, gently running a finger over her ring, causing a blush and a smile from both of them. They both looked into the others eyes, subconsciously edging closer together until Éponine could rest her head on his shoulder, and his arm stretch across to her waist.

"Are you two going to pick up the menu or are you too geared up in lovesick mode to care about reality?"

Éponine swatted at Azelma with her menu, the youngster grinning cheekily. She looked down at the menu and was a bit embarrassed on how little of it she could read.

"Um, Marius?"

"Mm?"

"Little reading help?" she asked. Joly overheard and Éponine gestured towards Azelma, asking him to help her order. One by one Marius went through the dishes, giving her time to think about which she'd prefer. She ended up with some chicken (her new found favourite dish) and a baked potato, sharing a salad bowl with Marius. Azelma had gone for the same minus the salad, never having been a fan of vegetables.

"So, Monsieur and soon to be Madame Pontmercy, eh?" Grantaire said. "Didn't think it would happen myself, you were blind as a bat before."

"Wasn't he an idiot?"

"Azelma!"

"He was!"

"Sorry about this."

"No problem."

"Ouch! 'Ponine!"

"Stop bad-mouthing my fiancée, missy!"

Marius chuckled at the sisterly banter. He loved seeing Éponine with Azelma - being an only child, he had no idea what it was like to be a sibling. They seemed to get on okay, despite the odd blip, and stuck together. They both had similar personalities, loyal and feisty (although the latter was more Éponine).

He began to wonder if his and Éponine's children would have similar personalities.

Their children.

Wow.

Before his thoughts could continue any more, Éponine elbowed him in the side. He looked up to see a waiter expectantly waiting for him, and he quickly recited his and Éponine's orders.

"I am capable of ordering myself, you know."

"I know" Marius replied with a wink, not noticing Azelma's fake-vomiting. If it weren't for Enjolras clearing his throat hastily, he probably would have kissed her, which Azelma would have had a field trip with.

Their dinner arrived quickly and a mutual silence settled over their table as the group ate. Éponine was constantly glancing at Marius to make sure she got her cutlery correct, whilst Azelma was copying Joly. Might as well make some sort of effort with her manners now, especially since she had yet to meet Marius' infamous grandfather.

"So, when's the wedding?"

"We got engaged two hours ago Azelma, we've hardly had time to plan anything yet."

"Well, when roughly?"

Éponine looked at Marius, who looked back at her. "Autumn?" she suggested, to which Marius nodded. "Suits me fine" he replied with a reassuring smile. Azelma went back to her meal.

Enjolras had a quiet word with the waiters who collected their now-empty plated, leaving the rest of the table slightly mystified. That mystery was solved, however, when a sake was brought out with two candles on the top, and "congratulations" written on the top. Both Marius and Éponine blushed yet again as the restaurant applauded them, and even more so when they stood up in thanks.

"Give 'er a kiss then!"

"Go on lad!"

They laughed at the comments being called out. Marius leaned down to give Éponine a light kiss, causing another round of clapping before they sat down again.

The two of them blew out the candles and the cake was cut, Éponine ensuring her sister got a larger slice than her. Marius noted this, how even though they no longer lived on the streets (Azelma had had the fortune of having a young woman let her stay in one of her spare bedrooms at night for ten francs a week) she still gave what she could to her sister. He squeezed her hand again as they both dug into their cake, a comfortable silence falling.

"Waiter, two bottles of champagne and some water here please!" Enjolras called.

"Forget the water!" Grantaire added, to the disapproval of Enjolras.

"What about Azelma?"

"She can have champagne."

"She's twelve!"

"So? I had my first beer at seven and a half and I turned out alright."

"If you say so" Enjolras muttered. Azelma grinned at Grantaire who smiled back as he handed her a small glass of the sparkling liquid, not too much, but enough for her to feel included. They raised and clinked their glasses in the centre of the table with a smile from everyone.

"To the happy couple!"