In a few week's time, Enjolras was ready to go back to his garret. He was ready to escape the stifling room that he had come to despise as much Éponine said that she had abhorred it. And Éponine was ready to escape the world that she had left nearly a year ago. They were ready to return back to their world that they had grown so used to.

In the early hours of the morning Éponine and Enjolras slipped out of their bed, packed their belongings and left the Tavern. It wasn't so much that she didn't want to concern Azelma with them leaving, but her parents. They were overbearing and manipulative and she was no fool to believe that her father would let them go with pockets full.

Returning home to the little garret, that had become more of a home to Éponine than any other place that she had ever inhabited in her short life, never felt more right. It looked exactly like it did the morning that she had awoken to find him gone. But she wasn't going to have to experience another morning like that again.

"To think, in just a few months this little garret will be filled with the cries of our child." Enjolras sat down on the seat, exhausted from the walk across the city. He rubbed his stomach, massaging the wound. "It's not nearly as painful as I expected it to be."

"Well that's a good sign." Éponine smirked as she sat down beside him. "No pain is a good thing."

"No, I didn't say no pain. Not nearly as painful. Big difference." Enjolras gritted through a hardest jaw as he leaned back and tugged the shirt out of his pants. "If you don't mind."

"Of course," Éponine rose awkwardly, motioning for him to go ahead and remove his shirt. Perhaps back at the tavern, Enjolras without his shirt seemed like the duty of a caring nurse but here, within their home, it seemed like an intimate action. Her eyes were glued to his actions as he lifted his arms above his head and removed the white cotton, discarding it carelessly. He had lost some weight while he had been bed ridden and his muscles rippled beneath his pale skin with the effort of the motion.

"That is becoming less painful." Enjolras chuckled slightly, tracing his finger around the healing puckered skin.

"It no longer seems as angry." Éponine replied, admiring the well toned man sitting before her. Her theories about the change in the atmosphere between them seemed to have only changed on her side of the equation. Enjolras seemed calm and easy about his sudden half-dressed state, when all she could think of was that perfect evening in his arms before the Barricade fell. Perhaps it was because this place held more happy memories than the Inn had. She was a truly lucky girl to have such a handsome man at her feet.

"What are you thinking about?" Enjolras asked curiously, watching Éponine stand before him with a pensive face.

"I was just wondering about if whether or not you're going to make me into an honest woman."

Enjolras laughed, "Of course I am Éponine. As token of that promise, go into our bedroom and pull out the lower left drawer of my vanity. There should be a small green velvet pouch near the back. Bring the pouch back for me."

Éponine gave him a curious glance before heading towards the bedroom. The grand mahogany vanity sat, staring at her ominously. What was inside of it? She pulled open the lower drawer, as he had said, and revealed the green pouch to her. The velvet was smooth beneath her fingertips as she clutched the bag in her hands. Was it a ring?

"Don't peak!" Enjolras called, hindering her from opening the pouch. Hesitantly she walked back into the living room, tossing him the pouch.

"What's inside?"

"Well, Éponine I hope you will understand that our relationship has never been conventional. It has been riddled with hardships and difficulties from the start. I hope you'll accept that your fiancée is unable to get down on one knee to make this proposal."

"Enjolras." Éponine smiled as reached into the dark green pouch.

"This ring, Éponine, was my mother's ring. She was a kind and patient woman. I'm certain that she would like you." He brought out a ring, holding the silver circle in the palm of his hand. "It has an emerald set into it."

"It's beautiful." Éponine knelt to her knees before him, letting him take her hand. "I hope it fits."

Enjolras gave her a loving smile, pressing his lips against her knuckles. "Perhaps we were put together under different circumstances but we grew to truly love one another. And that is all that matters. No matter what happens, you and I and our baby will always be a family. Come heaven or hell, come rain or shine, come pain or happiness." He slipped the ring onto her finger. "I want to marry you and make you my wife, Éponine."

"I want to be your wife." Éponine blushed as he cupped her cheek.

"I'm at a disadvantage to kiss you. Get up here." Enjolras chuckled at brought her hand to his lips again. He took a deep breath as she sat down beside him. "The ring suits you."

Éponine admired the band on her finger, savouring the feel of commitment wrapped around her slender finger. "Does marriage suit me?"

"Anything and everything suits you." Enjolras cupper cheek and turned her head. It took only a second to close the distance between their faces, sealing their engagement with a gentle but passionate kiss.

"I love you."

"I love you too." Enjolras grinned, giving her a cheeky wink. "Look at you. You've come so far since I met you."

"It's all because of you. You've changed me for the good."

"You've changed me."

"We've changed each other." Éponine gasped suddenly, her hand flying to her stomach. "The little one apparently has a response to us as well."

"Hello little one." Enjolras let his hand rest on the swell. He leaned towards her, situating himself comfortably. "How are you doing, mon bebé?" He rested his cheek against the clothed bump.

"We must think of names soon." Éponine laughed, brushing her fingers across Enjoras' hair.

"But we don't know whether you're having a boy or a girl."

"Some say you can tell by the way you carry. High or low."

"And?"

"A boy perhaps." Éponine bit her lip, feeling ashamed. "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"That he may be a boy and not a true heir to whatever you have."

"Don't be foolish, of course our son will be the heir to what I have. He is the heir to everything I have. Except for you. He might have you right now, but I shall claim you back once he's relinquished ownership."

"I promise that I will give you your own child."

"Éponine," Enjolras started seriously, sitting up and staring at her in the eyes. "This child is mine. No matter what bastard sired him by force, I will raise him with love and care. Once he is born, I will marry you and make what we have legal."

"You are too good to me." Éponine smiled as he pulled her towards him, engulfing her in his arms. "It's good to be home."

"We've been home for a while."

"What do you mean?"

"Wherever we're together is home."

Éponine's worried eyes transformed into a pair of eyes that shined with love. For now her life was perfect. She secretly feared that something would change once their child was born. She hopelessly feared that Enjolras would change his mind once the child was born.

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