A/N: I'm about to drop a bomb on you -this is your warning. Also, someone asked if I was on tumblr, so I thought I'd tell you all that my url is paradise-bythe-dashboardlight and my Aaron/Les mis blog is youcantcallmeatwat. So follow me if you'd like!

Trying to recall memories that had been lost was like wading through murky water, looking for something that had been dropped. Enjolras searched the depths of his brain, but came up empty again and again. Éponine began spending more time at his side, telling him stories about their life together and about the rebellion in hopes that something would trigger his memory and it would all come back to him. Occasionally, Éponine would lean in and her scent caused images to quickly flash through his brain –kissing her, laughing with her, debating with her. But then they would disappear just as suddenly as they came. None of them were ever complete memories either, just spurts of recollection followed by more murky water.

Éponine could always tell when this happened because Enjolras' eyes would suddenly gloss over and often a small reminiscent smile crept over his face. He didn't often share what they were about, however, though her inquiries often caused his cheeks to redden. It was odd for him to experience these flashes with his and Éponine's relationship disjointed as it now was. He felt as though he was somehow violating her when the sensual curve of her hip flashed through his mind of her lying naked in bed with him. Perhaps he felt guilty seeing her this way because he wasn't at that place in their relationship as he had been before hitting his head. Much to his embarrassment and dismay, these bursts of memory always made his face and neck flush and grow hot. The only upside to it was the curiously hopeful smile that tugged at Éponine's full lips.

She was pleased with their interaction; she felt that he was making progress and was hopeful that he would reclaim everything he had lost. It was just over two weeks since he had been shot and he was still in a great deal of pain and wasn't even close to regaining enough strength to get out of bed. Joly was optimistic about his recovery though, waving away all of Enjolras' cynicism and groans when told he needed to rest more to allow his body to heal. Enjolras didn't do well being cooped up and unable to provide for himself. Though he was grateful for all the aid and support provided by the amis, he resented having to be taken care of and often felt the need to remind his friends that he wasn't an invalid –this of course wasn't true. He was very much a convalescent, but too proud to admit to requiring constant care. They ignored his frustrated comments for the most part and treated their patient with good-natured humor. The mood in the apartment was starting to look up.

However, things were not always easy. One afternoon, Éponine was speaking to Enjolras with great success; he was more engaged than ever. They were having a lively discussion and she reached out and touched him lovingly like she would have done before, but instead of pulling her in for a kiss, as he would have done, he snapped at her and began coldly telling her that she was a stranger to him and that he didn't appreciate being touched that way. The incident caused her to burst into tears and run out of the room. Joly reassured her that mood swings were very common with head injuries and that she needed to be patient and try not to be affectionate towards him while he was still relearning who she was. It was difficult not to act lovingly towards him though. She missed him terribly even though she spoke to him everyday for most of the day -he wasn't fully there all the time and he often seemed lost in the depths of his own brain. Their relationship had taken on an entirely different dynamic –one that was slightly uncomfortable and on-edge one. Enjolras even appeared to be suspicious of her at times and on two separate occasions she had over heard him asking Combeferre to verify her story. Each time felt like a setback, but she was far from giving up on him.

Early one morning, Éponine woke up to a sick feeling in her stomach. She flung herself out of bed with a hand clamped over her mouth and ran to the bathroom, making it just in time to empty the contents of her stomach with heaving convulsions. When she was finished, she sat back on the floor and wiped the beads of sweat that had formed on her forehead with the back of her hand. She took several deep breaths to settle herself before hauling her tired body off the floor to rinse her mouth out. Éponine had recently become suspicious that something was amiss and this episode of vomiting made her even more nervous. She needed a confirmation; she needed to speak with Joly.

Éponine was in Enjolras' room as per usual later the next day when Joly poked his head in the door. Expecting he was there to check on Enjolras, she stood up to give him room, but instead of coming to the bedside Joly said, "May I speak to you for a moment Éponine?" with an uneasy tone to his voice and he seemed to be avoiding looking at Enjolras.

"Certainly," she replied slowly, feeling suddenly nervous about the news she was certain she was about to get. With a lump in her throat she said "I'll be right back," to Enjolras without turning to look at him. She knew that if she did he would see the odd combination of panic and joy in her expression.

She followed Joly out of the room, shutting the door behind them. They went to the study where they could speak privately without fear of being overheard by one of the several men who had taken over the apartment. It was a small room containing stacks and stacks of books of every genre one could imagine. It was an impressive collection that Éponine had slowly begun to work her way through with Enjolras' aid and guidance. She remembered their last reading lesson with fondness and wondered if there would be more in the future. Her eyes scanned the varied spines of the books to avoid looking directly at Joly. She already knew what he was about to tell her and though she was incredibly joyous, the timing was the absolute worst.

"I have reviewed the symptoms you told me of yesterday and am fairly certain that you came to the correct conclusion," Joly said after a heavy silence. He sighed worriedly and the words were finally said aloud, "Éponine, you are pregnant."

Feeling the tears spill over, she covered her face with her hands. How many times had she thought about having Enjolras' beautiful children and now it was happening, but she wasn't crying out of happiness. The thought of bringing his child into the world when he still had no recollection of their entire relationship -or even of who she was- was beyond terrifying. Telling him that she was carrying his child would probably ruin all the progress they had made. Sure, it may make it all real to him, but having children was not something Enjolras had ever planned on before meeting Éponine. He loved them, and firmly believed in educating the new generation, but having his own would mean having to be with a woman romantically and that idea certainly never appealed him. It would completely freak him out.

"What am I going to do?" she whispered, her hands still covering her face.

"You have to tell him," Joly said confidently.

Éponine uncovered her face to look at him incredulously. "Tell him? He was already close to death, this news will push him over the edge!"

"I think that's a tad dramatic," he replied still unsensibly calm.

She grunted her frustration and raked her fingers through her hair. "This is Enjolras we are talking about. Sure, the man he was with me would have been overjoyed, but think back to before him and I met. Could you imagine that man ever fathering children? And with a woman he doesn't remember! Joly, you only said yesterday that his heart was growing stronger again, this news will likely stop it all together."

A look over concern overcame his face and his lips pursed with thought. She could tell he was reconsidering his patient's health. "Well he either has to remember you or fall in love with you all over again. And quick –you'll be showing in a couple months."

Éponine placed her hands lovingly over her flat stomach and mentally sent her love to her growing baby. "We can do that," she murmured, feeling a newfound sense of drive and responsibility to the person she was creating.

Joly's eyebrows raised quizzically. "We?" he asked.

Her eyes felt her abdomen to meet his. "Myself, Enjolras, and our baby. We will be a family, I know it."

A/N: AHHHHH did you see that coming? Let me know what you think!