A/N: Hey guys! So, if you hadn't guessed already, I absolutely adore musicals, especially Les Miserables. This morning, I had a strange idea, and well...here is the basis of it. Read it over and tell me what you think. Enjoy! Oh, and I don't own Les Mis.

Prologue

It was a calm, starry night within the walls of Paris. However, it seemed to be too quiet for those who were prepared to risk their lives for the sake of freedom.

Among them was young Enjolras. His mind wandered as he ceaselessly paced back and forth in his room, eager to go out and fight, but forcing himself to be patient as he thought through his plans one last time.

A knock on the door pulled him away from such thoughts.

"Who is it?" he asked, his voice obviously weary from the lack of sleep.

The door cautiously creaked open as a meek, black-haired girl poked her head into the room.

A wave of relief rushed over Enjolras, and his expression became pleasant at the sight of his beloved.

"Marie…"

Marie smiled in reply as she closed the door behind her. She then pursed her lips and approached Enjolras, her eyes avoiding his, as if something urgent was on her mind.

Enjolras could sense this. "What's the matter, my love?" he asked, wrapping his strong arms around Marie's delicate frame. "You seem to be very worried."

"Of course I'm worried, mon cher," she replied, forcing her brown eyes to look up into his youthful green orbs. "You're going off into battle tomorrow…and I'm afraid that I might never see you again."

Enjolras couldn't help but pity the poor girl. Still, everything had been arranged, and it's too late to change his mind.

"True, we may never meet again," he said, kissing Marie's soft forehead. "But everything is for the best. We must fight back…for our children and for the future of France."

Marie anxiously bit her bottom lip, once again averting his gaze.

Enjolras furrowed his brow, suddenly concerned. "What is it?"

Marie silently debated with herself, but she figured that it was best to tell him now before he goes to sacrifice himself on the battlefield.

"Speaking of children," she began, but then drifted away as she took Enjolras' hands in hers and placed them just below her stomach.

At first, Enjolras was perplexed. He didn't know what to think of Marie's strange behavior.

He then felt the bump that pierced Marie's flat figure, and a lump caught in his throat at the sudden realization.

"Are you really…?"

Marie's lips slightly twitched as she nodded her head. "Yes, dear Enjolras… You're going to be a father."

The sudden news made Enjolras want to jump for joy, but at the same time, it filled his heart with pain and sorrow.

Marie could see the sadness flicker in her lover's beautiful features. "Well, what's wrong? Aren't you happy?"

Enjolras let out a deep-hearted sigh as she withdrew his hands and began pacing the floor again.

"I am happy," he replied, pausing to look out the window. "But…it would have been better if you never told me."

Now it was Marie's turn to be confused. "Why not? Isn't this what you wanted for us? Is it not enough?"

"Of course it's enough," Enjolras replied, turning back to Marie. "But given the circumstances we're in right now…it's just not the right time. Maybe I will die tomorrow…and this sweet, innocent child of ours will grow up without a father."

Enjolras paused to look into Marie's eyes, radiating the pains and the sorrows that he held so deep within his soul. Marie's brown orbs soon reflected the same feelings that Enjolras had. Without a word, the two embraced each other for what seemed like an eternity.

"Come, it is late," Enjolras finally said, his eyes and voice growing tired once again. "We all need our sleep."

Marie could only smile and nod in agreement.

Enjolras smiled back and placed a loving kiss on her lips. "Je t'aime, ma cherie."

"Et je t'aime aussi, Enjolras…"

I'll have the next chapter up sometime soon after I plan out the plot a little bit more. Don't forget to review! =3