Number two of four.

-Polaris-

Tears sprang to his eyes as he entered the room. His daughter was standing there in a big, beautiful white dress, the smile on her face reaching her ears. She turned to look at him when she realized that he was there. Her delighted smile lighted up the whole room.

"Papa!" She exclaimed, jumping into his arms.

He wrapped his arms tightly around her. She was no longer the innocent little girl he found in the forest. She was going to be married in a few moments and was well on her way to becoming a mother. Oh, where did the years go?

"Mon Cheri..." he smiled.

"Thank you, Papa..." she whispered in his ear.

"What are you thanking me for?"

"Everything. For adopting me. For taking care of me. For being the best Papa ever. For being so understanding. For not hating me when you found out about Javert and I. For not hating me when I told you about the baby. For loving me. For helping me and Javert. For being here today. For being supportive. For everything, really"

"Oh, Cosette. You don't have to thank me for this. I do it because I love you. I love you so much"

"I love you too, Papa," Cosette pulled back just in time to see the tear fall down Valjean's face.

"Oh, Papa, no. Don't cry. You promised you wouldn't"

"My darling daughter. You've grown up so much. Where did the years go? I'm sorry. I'll stop crying now"

Valjean wiped the tears from his eyes before placing a kiss on Cosette's forehead.

"Remember, no matter what happens, I'll always be here to support you. If you ever face any problems, you can just come ask for help," Valjean took a deep breath before continuing, "Cosette, darling. Yesterday, you were just a little girl, running to my arms when you scratched your hand; today, you're a grown lady and I'm to walk you down the aisle. I sincerely hope you find happiness with him. I love you, my dear"

"I love you too, Papa"

Valjean placed another kiss on her head before turning towards the door and offering his arm to Cosette.

"Alright. I bet your future husband is fidgeting anxiously in his place, waiting for you to walk down that aisle"

-Polaris-

True to Valjean's words, Javert was fidgeting in his place. He was getting increasingly anxious while waiting for his beloved.

He was dressed in the traditional black, his goatee was trimmed neatly and his hair combed tidily. He stood tall, even though all he wanted to do was slack down. He turned his attention to Gavroche, who was standing near with the rings.

Gavroche, too, was fidgeting, although for a completely different reason. Never before in his life had Gavroche been in such a situation where he had to act this proper.

Finally, Valjean and Cosette entered the room. Javert felt like the air was knocked out of his lungs when his eyes landed on Cosette. She was an angel, walking towards him to be his wife, radiant and beautiful, an elegant smile on her face.

He held out his hand for her when she reached him and she let go of Valjean's arm, holding his instead. Together, they approached the priest, who started speaking.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the union of this man and this woman in holy matrimony"

Javert drew in a sharp breath; the words he was listening to at this moment were words he'd never expected to hear in his life. Then again, never in his life had he expected to become a lover, never mind a husband.

Every once in a while, Cosette glanced at Javert. This was the moment she had been waiting for ever since she was a child in the convent. Even though, as a child, he wasn't the type of person she thought she'd end up with, he was perfect for her now.

The priest continued with the vows and a few moments later, bride and groom exchanged vows before Gavroche approached them with the rings.

Finally! Javert thought as the priest announced them man and wife. He pulled Cosette close to him and wrapped his arms around her as tightly as he can, considering the baby.

"I love you, Madame Javert" he whispered to her before claiming her lips passionately.

Cosette's arms found their way to his neck and she returned his kiss fervently. This moment was the one she'd been dreaming about. They were husband and wife now. He was hers and she was his. Nothing could ruin this moment for her.

"Yeah!" Gavroche cheered for his father and new mother. Javert would find his own happiness now, he was sure of it. Cosette would make Javert a happy man.

Gavroche turned his head to his right to look at Fauchlevent. The man had tears in his eyes and was holding himself back from crying. Gavroche couldn't understand why the man was crying; nothing bad happened to his daughter, she only got married. He should be happy and have a huge smile on his face; his daughter got married to one of the best men in France, even if he had his flaws. He'd have to ask Fauchlevent about it later.

Gavroche turned his attention back to his parents. They'd stopped kissing but were still in a tight embrace. It all looked romantic; their embrace at the altar, Javert's forehead resting against Cosette's, the loving looks in their eyes. Gavroche had to hold himself from gagging. This was too much. He hoped his parents kept their romance private because too much was too much.

He heard Fauchlevent awkwardly clear his throat and saw the couple break apart. Cosette wrapped her arm around Javert's and they moved away from the altar. It was then decided that the celebration would continue at the house in Rue Plumet.

-Polaris-

"It's getting late, we should head back home," Javert announced.

It was nearing 8 o'clock and truth be told, Javert wanted to go back to his and Cosette's new house and start his wedding night already. He'd been holding himself back since they were at the church and he couldn't wait any longer. He wanted her. He'd already talked to Valjean about keeping Gavroche with the old man for a couple of days, so all that remained was going home.

Both newlyweds said their goodbyes before making their way to a carriage waiting outside for them. The couple cuddled for most of the ride home until finally, they arrived at their destination.

"Come on, Madame Javert. We've got a long night ahead of us"

-Polaris-

Woop, woop, wedding night *wiggles eyebrows suggestively*