May 1832

Eponine had spent nearly everyday since she left home about in the city. The freedom felt amazing to her, she wouldn't admit it to herself but she would stay busy so she wouldn't think of Cosette and Papa. It didn't help that Enjolras often had classes and was gone most of the day, at least at home she had Cosette to speak to. Enjolras did take her to drop him off in the morning, she would wait for him when they left, earning him the teases of his schoolmates often. Between classes they would have lunch at some cafe and stroll through the park. One warm day near the end of the month Eponine brought a basket to the university when Enjolras left for his break.

"I brought a picnic for us." She told him happily, Enjolras grinned and took her arm. The pair ambled to the gardens and set out their meal beneath a large tree. Eponine enjoyed the time, Enjolras seemed to forget the thoughts of revolution and become a calm and content man. When they finished Enjolras lay in the grass resting his head in her lep. Eponine smiled down at him, running her finger through his golden curls. Enjolas sighed in contentment; the wind blew just enough to cool them from the warm spring. He opened his eyes after some time, Eponine was looking up into the branched of the tree, her dark hair tied back, but a few tendrils fell around her face framing it nicely.

"You look beautiful." He told her, she smiled at him and bent over, kissing him on the nose. Enjolras sat up, cupping the back of her neck with his hand, he drew her next to him and kissed her deeply. Eponine happily gave him the embrace back, not caring if anyone saw them. Enjolras parted and she leaned her head on his shoulder.

"I've got to go back to class soon." He told her, Eponine groaned and kissed him again

"No your powers won't keep me here." He told her making her laugh she stopped to look into his eyes.

"I love you." She whispered,

"And I love you my Ponine."

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He took her strolling along the Seine, the sun had just begun to set painting the city with orange and pink. Enjolras stopped and turned her to look at him. He took her hands in his and gulped in his nervousness.

"You know I love you very much don't you." Eponine gave him a funny look

"Of course I do." She laughed a little; Enjolras had never been so frightened he could feel his mouth drying out,

"Ponine will you marry me?" He blurted out, cursing himself for not finding a more eloquent way of saying it. Eponine stood shocked, soon her face broke out beaming and she threw her arms around him.

"Yes, I'm surprised it took you so long to ask." She laughed and kissed him. Enjolras felt joy surge through his body, he picked her up laughing in pure joy. He had never thought he would be a man to marry, that Patria was his only women. But Eponine had changed that. She was his only women now and forever.

AN: Just some filler and fluff, because things will get sad but its Les Mis the very name is depressing.