A/N: So hello there. Enjoy, mis amigos!

**I've got something to ask you guys, actually.**

Basically I had a massive plot attack last night (and I mean big, my brain was generating ideas for nearly two hours) about doing a modern-day school AU fic, also Marius/Éponine. The issue is I don't really read or like them that much, which is why I'm so clueless as to why I feel like writing one. But I just do.

Would anyone here be interested in reading one, in the off-chance I did write it?

Prompt (thank you I Am Your Singer 2006): Imagine Marius and Éponine telling her mother and Azelma about Éponine's pregnancy.

"Is getting up really necessary?"

"Unfortunately."

Éponine sighed as she rested her head on Marius' chest, his hand gently stroking up and down her arm. "You said we were going to tell them today, and we will."

"I know. I just feel bad it took us this long to realise they didn't know."

"Don't. They'll still be happy."

"Hopefully. I'm surprised I didn't bump in to Azelma at some point, to be honest."

"I'm sure she's okay. Besides, you said you got a note?"

"Just explaining she was staying with Mama."

"There you go then, she's probably spending time with her."

"For five and a half months?"

Marius kissed her cheek. "I'm sure she's okay" he repeated, giving her arm a squeeze as she shuffled slightly.

The two of them climbed out of bed, Marius pulling her in to a gentle kiss to wake her up properly. She smiled as she broke away, walking over to the wardrobe to pull out her dress.

"I think you'll need to help me let the hem down again. I'm positive this bump is bigger."

"It looks fine, honestly."

"It's so weird seeing myself with a large stomach. I'm so used to seeing nothing but skin and bones."

He kissed her head gently. "You've gained some weight since you moved in though."

"I have."

"Which is good."

"I agree."

They both got dressed in a comfortable silence. Marius was usually the first to finish dressing, and went to make them both some toast.

"Feeling okay?"

"Not sick if that's what you mean."

"So butter's okay?"

"Yep" she called through, doing up the fastenings of her dress and heading through to the kitchen, a hand resting on her bump like usual. Marius kissed her again lightly, placing a hand on top of hers and giving her a reassuring smile as he served up their breakfast.

"What do you think their reaction will be?"

"Mama, maybe faintly surprised. Azelma shocked."

"Why would your mother only be fairly surprised?"

Éponine looked at him, an eyebrow quirking slightly. "A married couple in love, we've been married for nine months now. She knows we both wanted children. Doesn't take a genius to figure one might be on the way" she said, biting in to her toast hungrily.

"True."

Whilst it was true the morning sickness had stopped, it had been replaced with intense hunger, neither of them really sure why. She ended up eating another three slices of toast before her stomach was finally satisfied, which she worried a little over, especially as they couldn't afford to continuously keep buying food.

They ate in silence, Marius with an arm around Éponine's waist. She was nervous about telling her family, especially when her connection with her mother was still so new.

Madame Thénardier had moved after Thénardier had been imprisoned, which was why they were no longer neighbours. She was now living in a slightly better but still rather shabby room on the outskirts of Paris. But she was happy enough, which made Éponine happy. It did mean however that they had to take a carriage, and whilst it was still quite a fun experience for Éponine, it also let her have more time to grow nervous.

The journey was as quiet as the breakfast, tension in the air. The tension was not between the couple, Éponine was even sitting on Marius' lap, but of what was to come.

It took about twenty minutes for them to arrive, Marius helping her down the steps and giving her a quick, reassuring (if slightly awkward because of Éponine's current size) hug, kissing her forehead. "Which room?"

"12, I think."

Marius gave her a quick kiss on her head, sensing her nerves.

"Lets go."

As they headed up a flight of stairs, Éponine found herself tightly gripping Marius' hand, squeezing it harder as they knocked on the door.

"Who is it?"

"Me, Éponine, and Marius."

"Éponine? It's you?"

"Yes, Mama."

"On my way."

They heard footsteps in the hall and the door opened, where they were greeted by a smiling Madame Thénardier. She went to give her daughter a hug when she caught sight of the bump.

"I see congratulations are in order."

"I suppose" Éponine said, almost sheepishly.

"I think you'd both best come in then" she said, finishing the hug she was giving and shaking Marius' hand.

The flat was in reasonable condition, and Azelma could be seen on the sofa.

"'Ponine? You didn't tell me you were pregnant!"

"Hadn't seen you" Éponine replied, leaning down to hug her sister. She was glad to see Azelma wasn't as skinny as she had been, clearly she'd been earning enough to keep herself eating.

"Sit down."

Marius and Éponine did just that, sitting themselves opposite Madame Thénardier on the sofa. She clasped his hand once more, and he ran his thumb gently over her wedding ring, a habit for when she was worrying.

"So, I see you're getting a new arrival?"

"We are, Madame."

"None of the formality. Call me Marie."

"Marie it is."

"You don't, you know, mind, do you?"

"Do I mind that you're pregnant, or that you didn't tell me sooner?"

"Both."

"Of course I don't mind. I'm happy, really happy. Although I suppose I feel a bit old, knowing I'm soon to be a grandmother."

Éponine sighed, relieved. "Good. I'm sorry we didn't tell you sooner. We-"

"You got too caught up at the prospect of being first time parents."

"Pretty much."

"I was exactly the same when I was pregnant with you. Didn't tell my parents until I was eight months in. I don't blame you, although it would have been nice to have known sooner."

"I'm glad too" Azelma piped up with a smile. The couple returned it with grateful smiles of their own, as Marie continued.

"So, how far along are you?"

"Almost six months."

"Kicking yet?"

"Yep."

"Oh, can I feel? Please 'Ponine, let me feel the baby" Azelma chirped. Éponine smiled and nodded, placing one of her sisters hand on her stomach. She pressed down a little, and the hand was soon met with a sharp kick from the inside, causing a squeal from Azelma. "It kicked me! That's so cool!" she said, grinning and sitting back down on her chair.

"May I?"

"Of course, Mama."

Marie did the same, smiling as she felt the pressure. "Healthy one there. Stronger the kick, the better. You were an absolute nightmare, surprised I didn't get some internal bruising or whatever they call it."

"Oh. Um. Sorry?"

She smiled, leaning across to take her daughters hand. "Don't be. You turned out alright."

Marius smiled at the girls, watching the relief and happiness on Éponine's face. They chatted with her family for almost five hours, ending with a promise to visit with the baby.

"Oh, one more thing, both of you" Éponine asked as they stood up.

"Yes?"

"Do you think it'll be a boy or a girl?"

"Girl."

"Boy."

"Interesting. So, 'Zelma, lets hope we're right" she said to her sister with a wink.

They said their goodbyes, Éponine hugging her mother fiercely, and waved until they were out of sight at the bottom of the staircase, heading for the carriage.

"That went so much better than I expected."

"I agree. Your mother's a lot less scary than I expected."

"Excuse me?" Éponine said, pretending to be offended, but her smile gave her away.

"Well, I could only judge by your father."

"True" came the reply, as she leaned up to kiss him. "I think home, bath, bed."

"I second that" Marius replied, as Éponine linked her arm through his.

"Three months to go."

"Three and a week, actually."

"Close enough."

"Close enough indeed" Marius said with a smile, drawing her in to another happy kiss as they headed home.