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Enjolras awoke the next morning with Éponine's naked back pressed up against his bare chest. Her messy mane was all in his face and mouth, but he didn't care. His right arm was lazily hugging her waist. Éponine's right arm was intertwined with Enjolras's, as if one wrong move and he'd disappear forever. They were both laying on their sides on the pokey green grass. Birds chirped around the two lovers. The sky was lovely shade of light blue and clouds lightly dusted the blue canvas. It was a beautiful sight to wake up to.
Enjolras carefully sat up and beamed down at his wife-to-be. What they did last night might break his amends with his mother, but at the moment it didn't matter. He was with Éponine, and that was all that mattered. He bent down a little and lightly kissed her waist, then her arms, and after brushing some hair away from her face, he kissed her cheek. As Enjolras kissed her cheek, Éponine woke up and looked up at her husband-to-be. She grogaly smiled at him. "Morning." She whispered. Enjolras captured her smiling lips with his, trying to draw out this romantic moment for a long time. "Sleep well?" he asked as he broke the kiss. Éponine raised her eyebrow at him. "You mean besides the grass going up my bum and the dozens of bugs crawling all over me?" Enjolras frowned, but Éponine giggled. "Yes, I slept well you nut! I always sleep well with you." Her arm moved toward Enjolras's head, grabbed his curls, and forcefully pulled him down for another kiss. "God, I love you." He murmured through Éponine's lips. She responded with another giggle.
Enjolras hugged his arms around Éponine's back and pulled her up until she sat in his lap. Never once did their connection break. Éponine moved her arms to wrap around Enjolras's neck. "You know…I think last night was the best night I ever had with you." She told in between kisses. "Oh? Why is that?" Enjolras responded with a purr. Éponine pulled back and looked into her lover's eyes. "It was my birthday last night." Enjolras looked at her with surprise. "Yesterday was May fifteenth?" Éponine nodded. "I'm officially eighteen." Enjolras gave her a quick kiss on the lips. "That's right! You are nine years younger than me. I always forget that. Well happy belated birthday, my dear. I wish I remembered! I would've gotten you a gift in town!" Éponine nuzzled his nose with hers. "You are the best gift I could ever hope for." The two of them relaxed in each other's embrace, with Enjolras occasionally planting delicate kisses on Éponine's shoulder. "You know I missed this. Waking up in your arms in the morning. The sensation of your lips on my skin. The feeling of never letting go." "I missed this too. But once we are married, we will never have to miss these moments again." Éponine chuckled as she kissed his neck. "Yes. That is true." Éponine looked around the garden, which looked even more beautiful in the daytime than in the nighttime. "So this is the place where your father proposed to your mother?" "Yeah…" Suddenly, the word 'mother' hit them. "Oh my God!" Éponine gasped. She jumped up to her feet and grabbed her nightgown. "Enjolras! We broke the tradition! Your mother is going to kill me!" Enjolras grabbed his trousers and pulled them on. "Éponine! Please! Calm down! She hasn't seen us together! As long as she doesn't see us together, we are in the clear." Éponine fumbled tieing her laces on her nightgown. Enjolras walked over and cupped her cheeks in his hands, notifying Éponine to look and listen to him. "I promise, 'Ponine. Everything will be alright." Éponine stared into his eyes for a moment, before giving him a kiss. "I trust you." Enjolras looked down and bent over to pick up his shirt. He threw it on and grabbed Éponine's hand. "Let's go!"
Enjolras checked out the area before he and Éponine proceeded to the house. "I don't think anyone is awake yet. By the position of the sun, I'd say it's about six-thirty. Breakfast isn't until eight. My mother doesn't wake until seven. I think we are in the clear." "I hope so. You and your mother just made up! I don't want what happened last night to break that." "Don't worry about my mother and me. I'll figure out something if we happen to get into a fight again." Éponine ran in front of Enjolras, taking his hands into hers. "Enjolras! How can I not worry about you two? I just want you to be happy and also your mother! I feel like this was all my fault." "None of this was your fault, Éponine. None of it. All what my mother and I went through was way before you. And besides, we haven't got caught yet. Let's not worry until the real trouble comes to us." Éponine smiled. "You are right! I shouldn't worry! Not—" as soon as Éponine turned around, she and Enjolras froze. Madame Enjolras stood at the steps of the back door to the mansion, with her arms crossed and an extremely angry face. A face that said she was ready to murder the next person who would cross her. "Madame!" Éponine exclaimed. "Momma! Good morning! Wha-what are you doing up?" Enjolras chuckled nervously. Madame didn't answer. She just stared. "Madame! It's not what you think—" Éponine started before being cut off by Madame Enjolras. "You two. My office. NOW." She growled. Enjolras and Éponine exchanged glances before following the Madame into the house.
"How could you do this?" Madame Enjolras barked at her son and his fiancé three of them stood in the small study. Enjolras and Éponine stood as far away from each other while the Madame talked.
Enjolras hadn't been in his mother's study for a long time, but he was surprised it hadn't changed. All her books were nicely and neatly placed on the shelves. The wallpaper was a rosy red with gold lining around the edges. Her dark hardwood desk stood at attention in the middle of the small room. The room had an aura of hostility surrounding the two lovers. Enjolras watched his mother's facial expressions. He hadn't seen her this angry since the death of his father, and Enjolras figured that his mother must of heard about what he and Éponine did last night.
"Mother, I can explain…" Enjolras began. "Do not explain anything to me, young man! I know exactly what shenanigans you two did last night." Éponine glanced at Enjolras. Merde. Her eyes said. "Not only did you two violate the tradition that the Enjolras family had done for generations, but you two engaged in premarital intercourse!" "How would you know?" Enjolras asked intently, making sure there were no nerves in his voice.. Madame Enjolras balled both of her hands into fists and placed them on the hard desktop. "I don't think you were born yet, but your father had our bedroom built at the very top of the house so we would be able to overlook the entire estate in case of an emergency." "No." Éponine gasped. "Oh yes! It overlooks the garden where you two were last night!" "Madame Enjolras, please! Don't get mad at Enjolras! It was all my fault!" Éponine told desperately. 'Ponine! No! Enjolras mouthed to her. "Damn right it is!" Madame Enjolras spat. Éponine tripped backwards a little. She didn't expect the Madame to actually agree with her statement. "You did this to my son! You hussy city girls always take respectable men and screw them over so their families can disown them!" Madame Enjolras slowly and angerly walked over to Éponine, enunciating every word into her face. "Madame." Éponine squeaked. "Do you realized what you have done to my son? What you have done to this family? It is a sin to have intercourse before marriage. It's dishonor to the family!" Enjolras grabbed his mother by the shoulder and pulled her back away from Éponine. "Mother! Éponine had nothing to do with this! This was all me!" Madame Enjolras glared at her son. "I needed to know if she wanted to stay with me after all that had been done in my past. She did and…and I…" Enjolras looked at his fiancée. "I need her." Madame Enjolras chuckled in in an anger-like realization. "After all these years I had been bragging to the other women in town about how you would never do a thing like this…" a tear rolled down the Madame's cheek. "Momma…" Enjolras started but was interrupted by his mother. "You don't trust me, do you?" Enjolras looked to Éponine then back to the Madame. "What are you—" "You don't think that I like your fiancée. Well, I do! At least…I did." "Mother, I—" "And now, you want to get her pregnant…" this shocked both Enjolras and Éponine. "What?! Mother! Where on Earth did you get—" "That's what you school boys do! You find a girl you are madly in love with and when you think that your family doesn't approve, you get her pregnant so you two would have to get married…" Madame Enjolras babbled. Éponine felt extremely hurt with Madame Enjolras's words. But at the same time, she never told the Madame about who she was. Maybe she could calm her down if she told her…"Mother! Please! This has nothing to do with you and whether or not you like Éponine…" "You want her pregnant! She probably is…" "Madame…" Éponine squeaked. "Mother! Please! Just listen to me!" Enjolras tried to get his mother's attention. "Madame." Éponine said a little louder. Enjolras's mother still did not listen. "MADAME!" Éponine yelled. Both Enjolras and his mother stopped talking and looked at her. Éponine felt tears in her eyes. Whatever she was about to say may change her relationship with the Madame and maybe even Enjolras. "Your son was not trying to get me pregnant, because I can't." she sobbed. Madame Enjolras looked at her in confusion. "How would you know that you can't conceive—" "BECAUSE I'M A WHORE!" Éponine cried, and she pushed her way past the mother and son and left the room.
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