"Mommy, can I see the baby now?" A 5-year-old Guillaume Combeferre asked softly.
Madame Combeferre looked to the woman in a hospital bed holding a bundle. The woman nodded and smiled. "Guillaume, sit down in the chair and be ready to hold him." Madame Combeferre said.
Guillaume quickly obeyed and sat down in a chair. His mother handed him the blue blanket. The baby inside had soft wisps of blond hair. His eyes were bright blue and sparkling. Combeferre held the bundle tightly.
"Hello, Julien. My name is Guillaume." The boy said. "My mommy says that we're gonna be friends."
Baby Enjolras made no proper response other than cooing softly. Combeferre giggled. "You're really cute." He added.
Enjolras' eyes travelled around the room. Suddenly, white liquid spewed out of the newborn's mouth.
Combeferre gasped and started panting. "Mommy! I broke him!" He said, with tears already streaming down his face.
Madame Combeferre and Madame Enjolras both laughed. Guillaume's mother carefully picked Julien up so Madame Enjolras could clean him up. Combeferre buried his face into his mother's stomach, continuing to cry.
"I'm sorry, Julien, I didn't mean to!" He whimpered.
Madame Combeferre held Guillaume closer and rubbed his back. "Sweetheart, you didn't break Julien. He just spat up. All babies do that. You did that when you were little like Julien." She explained.
"So he's okay?" Combeferre whispered.
Madame Enjolras smiled. "He is okay. Come and see, he's happy now."
Combeferre walked over to the edge of the bed, stood on his tiptoes, and gazed over at the infant. Julien was cooing and wiggling his fingers. Combeferre grinned again and wiped away his tears. He would have never guessed that he was looking at his future husband, or even future friend.
"Julien, that is so precious!" Cosette said.
"And Ferre just cried?" Sierra asked, laughing and 'aw'ing like the other girls. Enjolras laughed and nodded.
"Yeah, he did. I mean, it's not like I remember. I was just born!" He replied.
"So you and him just grew up as soul mates?" Eponine asked.
"Yep, pretty much. He tells me whenever the subject comes up that whenever I was teething, I would take his glasses and chew on them. He said that he thought it was so adorable that he ignored the scratch marks my teeth created." Enjolras said, smiling.
All of the girls were adoring these small stories. Enjolras was actually beginning to relax a little bit.
"So, any other baby stories?" Sierra asked.
Enjolras shrugged. "One time I lost my blanket during our nap time...well, I was like two and he was six, and his mom made him take naps because he got mean when he was tired...but anyway, I lost my blanket so I was throwing a fit about it. Guillaume's father was watching us, so he didn't know what to do. So, Guillaume gave me his special blanket that he always slept with and I don't know...even to this day it makes me feel special."
Musichetta laughed. "Ugh, Julien! You two are so adorable it's killing me. What about teenage stories?"
"I've got lots of those. Give me an example." Enjolras replied, taking out his ponytail and redoing it.
"Like...what was the first kiss?"
Enjolras blushed a deep shade of red, grinned, and shook his head. "Oh, this one you ladies will probably like." He said.
All of the girls squealed excitedly and had all eyes on Enjolras.