The first thing that Éponine became aware of as she started to wake, was the heavenly scent of baked goods. The sweet, scrumptious scent of pastries. Her eyes slowly opened, blinded momentarily by the sun streaking through the window.

"Enjolras?" Éponine called.

No sooner than she had spoken, he came in with Dunstan in his arm. "Good afternoon."

"Afternoon?"

"You were apparently very tired. So I let you sleep. I took Dunstan out before he fussed you awake and we went out and about to get you something to eat."

"That smells like heaven. You know me well." Éponine smiled as she sat up and moved to where the food was set out for her. "Join me?"

"I've already eaten, but I will gladly join you." Enjolras leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "While you slept we had father and son bonding."

Éponine beamed as munched on the pastries. "Thank you for this."

"I love you Éponine." Enjolras said as he sat down across from her. He watched her in adoration.

"I love you too." Éponine looked up to meet his eyes, "Perhaps we should try to get Azelma to watch Dunstan, give us an evening alone."

"I like that plan."

~o~

"Azelma, wake up." Grantaire reached behind him and shook her. "We're here. You wanted the sea and here we are. With some time left in the day too."

Azelma groggily opened her eyes, blinking until her vision evened out. "We're here?" They were, the sea stretched out before them. The air was bitterly cool, the wind whipping her hair around her head. There, before her, was the cool icy blue water. Fog settled over the water as the wind blew. It was everything she dreamed it would be.

"While I got us here you slept like a baby." Grantaire waited until Azelma had pried herself away from him, jumping off of the horse and helping her down behind him. "What do you think?"

"I think…" Azelma couldn't even think of words to explain how excited she was to be there finally. The sea! "Where are we?"

"Le Havre." Grantaire rested his arm around her waist, "Now if you were thinking of escaping across the Channel, I would have had to take you up to Callais. Which is much farther away."

"No, this is perfect." Azelma beamed brighter than he had ever seen her beam.

"Now why did you want to come to the sea?"

"A learned friend of ours," A friend, more like a client. "He read to me and Éponine about the sea. I have always wanted to see it. Now I have!" Azelma wrapped herself around Grantaire, "Thank you!" As she pulled back, she noticed the glazed look in his eyes and the sweat that clung to his brow, "Are you well? You should sit."

"I'm fine." Grantaire lied, turning his face away from her gaze, "Just tired."

"Sit." Azelma tugged on his hand, trying to force him to sit. "You look ill."

"I'm fine. Just, wish I had ale."

"Oh." Azelma's brows knitted together, "I don't have the money to buy you any ale."

"Neither do I." Grantaire bemoaned, plopping down onto the sand and stone coast. "Maybe this will be good for me."

"Because being ill is always good for you." Azelma retorted, wiping the wrist of her dress across his brow. "Just lay your head down." She motioned to her lap.

Grantaire's shoulders sank, "I am burning up." He mumbled as he stretched out and let his head rest against her legs.

Azelma frowned, it was freezing cold. The wind was like ice. "We shouldn't stay down here long, we need to find somewhere warm to light ourselves until you feel better."

"I just want to sit still." Grantaire took her hand in his and gave it a squeeze. "The world is spinning."

Azelma's heart sank. It was because of her that he felt so terrible. He had no money and was miles away from his bed. "It'll be alright." She didn't believe that they'd be going back to Paris, anytime soon.

~o~

"Dunstan's down for a nap." Enjolras said as he walked back into their bedroom. He grinned as he watched Éponine changing. "Didn't I walk in at the right moment."

Éponine blushed as she laced up her dress. "If Dunstan's down for a nap, perhaps we don't have to wait until we get Azelma to watch him for us."

Enjolras strolled towards her, halting her hands. "What is the point of lacing this up, when I'm just going to unlace." As if to prove a point, he jerked the laces out of their places.

"I see what you mean," Éponine chuckled, leaning up and planting a kiss against his lips. "Just as you rising in the morning and dressing is useless." As he had, she proved her point by removing his shirt. She couldn't help but intake a sharp breath.

"What of waiting a few days?" Enjolras quipped, smiling as though he had won a great battle. Her cool hands traced over his chest, leaving goose bumps in their wake.

"It seems that sleeping well into the day has proven to be the cure."

Enjolras took a few short steps forward, backing Éponine along until they were both tumbling into the bed. But, by cue, Dunstan began to let forth a shrill scream from the other room.

"It appears our parentally duties call."

"Since I am already so revealed from you pulling away my laces, I should go and feed our hungry son." Éponine sighed, rising from the bed and moving across the floor with bare feet to tend to Dunstan. No matter how much she wished that she had got to have just a few passionate moments with Enjolras, their son meant more. They had waited months to be together at first, they could wait for a second time as well.

~o~

"Come along my drunk, dear." Azelma gritted, trying in earnest to support the full grown man's heavy weight. He was no a heavy man, but he was not slight either. He was a fit man, he seemed that if he drank less he would be perhaps very fit.

"I am trying. But my feet are heavy."

"This is worse than when you're drunk!" Azelma slapped her hand across his face, "Pull it together. We just need to find a place to let you sleep. That's free. A stable perhaps?"

"That hurt."

"Good!"

"This is your fault."

"It is not." Azelma snapped, releasing her arm from around his waist. She watched him teeter by his self. "We would not be in any such predicament if you hadn't got all brave and noble."

"But it's because of caring for you that I did it!"

"Are you saying it's my fault that you care for me?"

Grantaire stood up as straight as he could, "Yes. If you weren't you, then I'd be still happily drinking."

"You cannot be serious." Azelma slapped him in the arm. "You are angry at me because you like me?"

"I don't like you." Grantaire retorted, his brows furrowing together as he placed a hand on each of her hips. "I don't like you at all."

"Bastard!" Azelma hissed.

She fought against his hold but he held her still. "I love you."

The words took a moment to sink in. "You what?"

"Love you."

He wasn't drunk. He was sobering up. Do mean speak like drunks when they're coming off of a drink? "I don't know what to say."

"It's acceptable to reply in the same such way."

"Oh." Azelma bit her lip and looked away, "I-" Did she? "I care for you deeply. But I think that is better for us to say these words once you are, sane."

"As long as I am with you, I will not be sane. And I have decided to make being insane, part of my life." Grantaire caught her lips between his, searing her with a kiss with surprising need.

Azelma wrapped her arms around his neck. He may be out of his wits, but there was nothing wrong with kissing him. Even if he had sworn his love to her. She wasn't ready to love someone. But she was ready to enjoy Grantaire's drunken sweetness that she had grown to… love.

~o~

"Father says that he gave Azelma two days off. Apparently your dear drunk friend bought her."

"Grantaire?" Enjolras questioned, looking up from the book that he was reading. "How much?"

"Five hundred. He says that he sent her to please him and-" Éponine shook her head, "They left early and have not been seen since."

Enjolras barked a laugh, "Good God the price! What day was she to return?"

"Today. And she has not."

"Perhaps they were delayed."

Éponine shrugged her shoulders, sitting down atop his lap, pushing his book away. "Azelma knows what will happen if she does not return. I swear, if your Grantaire has caused her any trouble."

"He is not my duty." Enjolras laughed, pressing a kiss against her clothe covered shoulder. "A damper on our plans though."

"Yes."

"Did you tell your parents?"

"That I would like a night without Dunstan, to make passionate love to my fiancé?" Éponine smirked at Enjolras' response to her words. He shifted uncomfortably beneath her. "No. I didn't tell them."

He nipped at her shoulder, "I wouldn't let them care for him anyways."

"So until she returns." Éponine groaned, smacking her palm to her forehead. "We are stuck as loving parents. We must ignore our yearnings and enjoy what little moments we have."

"They better return soon. Where could they have gone?"

"My sister is not well traveled, and neither am I. If I were to wish to go somewhere I would travel to the sea or to Montpelier. I would see something rare and exotic. But neither place is in a day's time. She would be a fool to venture to far."

"If she were with Grantaire-"

"God save them."

"Truly." Enjolras laughed, running his hands up and down her arms. "I love you."

"Mhm." Éponine grinned cheekily, "You ought to."

"Sure of yourself aren't you?"

"I am. But only because I have you as my future husband. I have something that no one else has."

A/N: If you'd like to question me further about Ramin, PM me. Basically the story is this.

I went to London July 4th. So the saga is this. We were meant to see Les Mis July 7th and Love Never Dies on the 8th. However we found out on Thursday the 7th that Alfie Boe was not in that evening's performance and that Ramin had switched from a Friday show to a Thursday show. So frantically my mom went and bought Laura and me new LND tickets and went and sold our Les Mis tickets at the returns queue(which we discovered was a big thing there the day before). So we saw LND that night and then on Friday we tried to sell off our LND tickets which was impossible, so we saw it again. Meeting Ramin was probably the single most happiest moment of my life to date. Mainly because I've been wanting to meet him since last July when I was first introduced to Love Never Dies. That and meeting David Tennant that trip were amazing. 3 I love them both so much!