Here it is, the epilogue. I hope you enjoyed it. A big thanks again to Hiyas. I've annoyed her for hours about tiny details. She's a saint.
Épilogue
When Éponine woke up in the morning, it wasn't because the alarm had gone off, but because someone else's hand was making is way down her belly into her knickers.
She didn't make a move and kept her eyes closed, even if it was slowly but surely getting hard to say impassive. She was about to give in when the door creaked.
"Papââââ," said a little tired voice. "I feel sick. Can I have magic soup?"
It was hard not to laugh, imagining their daughter looking at her father with her puppy brown eyes, and him stuck in a slightly uncomfortable position but unable to resist.
"Come here, ma puce, and let me see."
She felt the mattress shifting a bit and the hand going back up to her belly. She opened her eyes just enough to see what was happening. Julie was sitting on the edge of the bed and he was feeling if she had any fever, his hand on her forehead.
"Hmm… No fever, no soup."
"But my throat tickles like when I'm sick."
"It's perfectly normal in the morning, ma chérie. Now, go and wake your uncle up and ask him to make you a big bowl of hot chocolate. You'll see, it'll get better!"
Éponine heard their daughter carefully sliding off the bed, then, little steps running.
"Be careful, don't wake your brother up," Enjolras warned again.
When she heard the door close, the mattress shifted again and she felt his breath just right down her neck.
"Don't think I don't know you're awake, traitor." Then, a kiss, and many others along her jaw, and the hand going back where it ought to be.