The next few weeks flew by in a blur of contentment and utter bliss for Enjolras and Eponine. Enjolras was learning to open up to her and she was having fewer nightmares as each night spent in his arms passed. The day was approaching for Enjolras to finally ask her the question.

"Hey, Eponine!", he called to her from his room in a sing-songy way.

"Hey, Enjolras!", she mimicked from the kitchen as she cooked dinner. She was not letting him in the kitchen again. "Stick to your revolution" she would say when he tried to assist her.

"Do you think you could do something for me?" he asked as he made his way into the kitchen of his apartment.

"I don't know. It will probably cost you.", she smirked as he walked up to her while she was sauteing vegetables.

"I figured. That's why I'm prepared to pay in advance."

"Oh? I like that about a..." He stopped her mid sentence and began to kiss her passionately, making her drop her wooden spoon. "Oh..." she gasped as he picked her up and set her on the counter, deepening their kiss. Her hands were wrapped around his neck, her fingers gently playing with his curly blond locks. He breathed in her scent and sighed, leaning into her.

"Enjolras..."

"Mhm?" he said from his stupor.

"You needed something?"

"What...oh, uh, yes."

She raised an eyebrow as she waited for his request.

"Um, I know we had plans tonight to...you know.."

"Oh Enjolras..."

"I just.. I'm so sorry Eponine, but the guys need me at the meeting tonight."

"That's the third one this week! I mean, what is going on, Enjolras? Is something the matter? Tell me! Why can't I come?"

"Hey, baby, calm down." He rubbed her back and she loosened a bit and cursed herself for being such a slave to this man.

"Okay, you've calmed me. But, please. Just be honest with me. Tell me what is going on. Don't I deserve to know?"

"You do, but..I'm sorry, I can't tell you. Not now."

"Not ever, I'm assuming." she crossed her arms and slid off the counter, resuming her cooking with a bit of a pout.

"Hey, let's see that pretty smile."

She flashed him a sarcastic smile. He was not going to get out of this easily.

"..'Ponine, please don't be upset. I promise I will tell you as soon as I can."

"You could tell me now, I mean-"

"Eponine." He cut her off with a stern glance she had never seen directed towards her. And he used her full name. She was not liking this. "No. I can't."

"Well fine. So much for being honest with each other."

He just stared at her, heart aching, but mind set on keeping the matter a secret. But he looked at her again. She didn't deserve this. But he couldn't tell her. She wasn't emotionally prepared, he knew that for certain. He would guard her heart, even if it meant making her angry.

"I'm sorry, 'Ponine." He said with his familiar gentleness and as he turned her around for a kiss, she almost wanted to return it, but thought of her pride. He was not off the hook just because he had the charm of 5,000 knights put together. She turned away from him.

"Dinner will be here when you get back." He looked at her with pleading, angelic blue eyes. No, be strong, she told herself. "I may or may not be."

And so he left, with tears in his eyes.

And once he did, she broke down and cried on the kitchen floor.