I don't think there will be few happy endings for Cosette and Enjolras. There is no happily every after for them. But I can make sure that he stays in her life.
Marius and I were blessed with a beautiful set of twins, a boy and a girl. They both had curly brown hair, bright smiles, and big blue eyes. They were honestly the most beautiful things I had ever seen in my life.
They were born on June 6th, Barricade Day. My poor Marius saw it as both a blessing and a curse. The children would tug at his arm, begging him to play with them, but he would sit in the study, reading and staring into space. I have my own grief, but I hide from the children better than my beloved does. When the children get older, I will tell them about the revolution, and how their father was the only survivor. I wonder how they will react. Maybe they will think him a fool, or maybe they will be proud of him, as I am.
Marius and I made a little deal when I became pregnant. He would get to name the baby if it was a girl, and I would get to name it if it was a boy. As we got both, we compromised.
He named our little girl Eponine Pontmercy, after his best friend who died on the barricade after delivering a letter to me. Apparently, she had been in love with him. I didn't mind at all, for any friend of Marius' was a friend of mine. Our little girl was quiet, sweet and devoted to her father. She followed him everywhere, hanging his every word and batting her big eyes at him. She had him wrapped around her little finger, and he bought for her whatever she wished. Eponine will be so beautiful when she is older, and she has promised that she will help those in need, to get them off the streets and into better lives. She has her father's heart.
Our son, on the other hand, was closer to me. I named him after someone I had loved from the revolution, a friend of Marius'. I didn't tell Marius that I had been in love with his son's namesake. Marius already felt awkward about the name, but he didn't object. My son will sit on my lap and listen to me tell stories about knights and dragons, but he prefers to hear stories of battles and wrongs being righted. I thought he would be quiet, but my son was adventurous, climbing trees, fighting play battles with his friends, and trying to read those big books in our library about politics and history. He is only four and he already wants to go to university. He said that he wants to make the world a better place, to help those who are in need, and to get rid of all the evil in the world like the knights and heroes in the stories. I think my son took after his namesake well, and I believe that even in death, he would be proud.
My son's name, after all, is Enjolras Pontmercy.