Okay, so Les Mis Tour cast looks amazing; their Enjy looks more like a Marius though... Oh well. All Enjys are hot. Unless you're OMGjolras... Drew Sarich, gotta love him. Just kidding.

Annnyyywayyyy, this chapter is the second to last, but the last "real" chapter, as the one following it will be the epilogue.

"Katie," Christie said in a harsh tone, "you know we could never do that. Enjolras is too cautious and 'Ferre is too... 'Ferre. We'll be here for you, but we're not going to get pregnant just because you are. Right, Rosie?"

Rosie nodded. "Yeah. I mean, could you imagine all three of us having to go through this? It wouldn't be like those silly pregnancy pacts you hear about; we'd be at each other's throats all the time. And not to mention we'd be angry at the guys who did that to us."

"That reminds me!" Katie exclaimed. "I'll have to call Courfeyrac and give him a piece of my mind!" She began to dial his number when Christie knocked the phone out of her hands. "HEY! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?"

"Katie, you're in a very delicate emotional state right now," Christie warned. "If you lash out, there could be some very serious consequences."

"Like if you would've convinced Christie and me to get pregnant." Rosie pointed out. "Enjolras... He would never forgive me if I tried to trick him just because of a silly promise..."

"And 'Ferre would be so disappointed in me," Christie noted. "But you and Courfeyrac have the right energy and outlook to be able to raise a baby. You're both optimistic, are friendly, and compassionate. Katie, you shouldn't be afraid. Courfeyrac will be a great dad. And you'll be a great mo-"

Christie was interrupted by a loud knock on the door. She got up, realizing that Enjolras was standing on the porch. And that it had started pouring.

She let him in, of course, and stood just past the threshold, soaking wet. Rosie tried to focus on the enraged look on his face, and not the way his clothes clung to his body, accenting that perfect, statuesque figure that she has had the rare privilege to be up close and personal with.

"Yes?" She questioned innocently, ignoring the less innocent thoughts going on in her mind. Enjolras frowned deeply.

"I thought you were angry with me." He stated bluntly. Rosie shook her head.

"I think the rain was punishment enough," she told him. "Now. What brings you here?" Enjolras sighed slightly.

"There's a rumor... That, um... You're... Pregnant too, Rosie."

Rosie immediately went from curious to absolutely furious. "OF ALL THE STUPID, IDIOTIC, IMMATURE, INAPPROPRIATE THINGS TO SAY ABOUT ME, PEOPLE CHOOSE THAT? HOW DARE THEY! DO THEY HONESTLY-"

Katie softly cleared her throat. "I have an extra test. We can officially debunk this rumor if you want to."

Rosie stormed into the bathroom, locking the door behind her.

Overdoing it just a little, Rosie watched all of "Titanic" before checking on the test.

"Rosie?" Christie knocked on the bathroom door, which had been closed again. "Are you alright? You can tell us, you know."

"I-I'm... F-Fine..."

"No you're not. Rose, at least let me in." Enjolras stated, joining Christie outside the bathroom. Rosie opened the door and stepped out, frowning deeply.

"You go look for yourself." She grumbled, walking past the two. Enjolras shuffled into the bathroom, picking up the test.

"No." He mumbled to himself. "This test has to be faulty. There's no other way. It- She can't be... This is impossible..."

And, it should be noted that Julien Enjolras hadn't cried since the second grade, but in that moment, he broke down, sobbing pathetically.

Rosie joined him, crying and burying her face in his shirt. Enjolras held her.

"We-We'll be alright, Rosie. We'll... We'll all be f-fine..." Enjolras' attempt at comforting Rosie was met by more sobbing.

"H-How can you say that!" Rosie wailed. "I'm pregnant! This isn't what was supposed to happen! We were supposed to have... Everything. Now our entire summer and senior year-"

"Rosie, everything happens for a reason." Christie stated. Remember that, will you?"

"I will..."

Six Years Later

Julien Enjolras looked through the crowds at his law school class's graduation; trying to spot his wife and daughter, but he couldn't see either of them. He sighed. As the chosen speakers spoke, Enjolras blocked them out, thinking of the nice job offer he'd gotten from a New York law firm. Though he wasn't speaking that afternoon, it wasn't because he had been a failure; in fact, he had been the top of his class despite the odds against him.

"Julien Enjolras," his name was called to receive his degree. He got up from his seat, accepted it, and shook hands with the appropriate people.

When the ceremony was over, he quickly removed the graduation cap and gown, and went to search for his wife and child.

He found them sitting under a tree on the campus of the university, Rosie reading their daughter, Maria, a book on some ballet. He smiled; Maria spotted him and got up, running to him.

"Daddy!" She shrieked happily, reaching up to him. Enjolras smiled, and obliged, picking up his daughter.

"Congratulations, dear." Rosie said, getting up and kissing Enjolras' cheek.

"Ewwww!" Maria exclaimed. "Mommy don't! Boys have cooties!" Rosie laughed.

"Don't you ever forget that," she told her, pulling one of Maria's golden curls playfully. Maria batted her mother's hand away.

"Don't, mommy! You'wl wuin it!"

Enjolras chuckled, and set Maria back down. The little girl grabbed both her parents' hands as they began to walk to their car.

"I told you we'd be fine," Enjolras whispered to Rosie.

"Well, I hadn't learned that you were always right until now." Rosie pointed out. "But I'm glad I have now."

"Good. And Rosie?"

"Hmm?"

"Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant again? The results from 'Ferre are right here."

"Oh..."

That's the end, everybody! Now, I'm in the process of choosing between three new ideas for Enj. Please feel free to share your own as well! I'll make sure to give you credit for them!

TheClassof1832 signing off!