René Grantaire was slowly but surely losing her mind. She wasn't quite sure exactly what had caused this lapse in sanity but even Enjolras was noticing she was acting very differently. And when her junior partner lawyer of a husband noticed she was acting differently, that was when she knew she was really acting weird. It wasn't that Enjolras wasn't attentive, it was just the fact that he could be incredibly oblivious. It took him a week to notice that his own birthday had passed and he'd completely missed it even with the texts from his friends wishing him a happy birthday. (She loved him for it though. Belated birthday sex was incredible.) Luckily, and unfortunately, their friends were very used to this so could plan accordingly. Two out of the three years she'd been married to him, he'd forgotten. So when Enjolras started staring at her like she was insane, that was when she knew her mind had completely disintegrated.

"Princess, are you feeling okay? You've been acting bizarre lately." He asked one night.

"My boobs hurt and I am in a serious mood for cheeseburgers with tomato sauce." She answered.

"Excuse me?" He cocked an eyebrow.

"Oh, by the way, I should mention, I'm going crazy. You might have to send me to the nuthouse sometime soon." She shrugged.

"Oh you're only going crazy again. I was worried there for a minute." He winked.

She stuck out her tongue back. "I wasn't kidding about that cheeseburger."

"Late night McDonald's run?" He offered.

"And this is why I married you." She smiled.

He returned it, kissed her, and grabbed the car keys. She didn't move from her position on the couch. Instead, she grabbed a pillow and dug it into her stomach. She heard him put the car keys down and walk away. At the moment, she didn't care. She hated cramps. They hurt. And came at the worst times. Enjolras pried the pillow away and placed a heating pad on her stomach.

"I love you." She hummed.

He chuckled. "I know."

He pressed a kiss into her hair and walked out the door. Mentally, she started counting. 10… 9… 8… 7… 6… 5… 4… 3…2. The door opened.

"I forgot the car keys." She didn't need to look at him to know he was blushing, but as she loved seeing him blush, she turned just to smirk at him. He glared at her.

"I don't have to get you your cheeseburger." He deadpanned.

She rolled her eyes and smiled. "If you want to sleep in our bed tonight, you would do well to get me the cheeseburger."

He laughed. "You wouldn't couch me."

"Don't tempt me." She shot.

"I'd only be returning the favor." He winked.

"I'm beginning to regret allowing 'Fey to teach you to speak sexual." She deadpanned.

"You didn't a few weeks ago." He hissed in her ear.

She swatted him. "Cheeseburger drowning in tomato sauce."

"All right, Princess." He laughed and headed out.

The cheeseburger was delicious.

Two mornings later, she woke Enjolras up with her having food poisoning. She felt bad. In both senses. But then the poisoning passed by afternoon. And then returned the next day. But was gone by that next afternoon.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd tell you to check if you've missed a period." Eponine teased as they met for coffee.

Monday was coffee day. Eponine had Monday mornings off from being a social worker and René never scheduled a gig on Monday morning. They always met at the Musain at ten, got their coffee and Eponine had to head to work at noon.

"I hate you." René growled. "You know I can't."

"But I do know better." Eponine grinned.

"You've been spending too much time around Courfeyrac. He taught you his patented shit-eating grin." René growled.

Eponine just laughed.

"I'm serious, Ep. I'm losing my mind here." René said.

"In all seriousness, I'm not quite sure what to tell you. I married a doctor, not the other way around. If you want I can ask him." Eponine offered.

René shook her head. "No. Ever since flu season hit, he's been swamped. I should know, you constantly keep texting me you're bored because he's not home. He doesn't need to worry about me. I'm sure I'm fine."

"If you say so." Eponine shrugged. "So when's the next gig?"

"Don't have one yet. Haven't gotten any new songs to give them. Well, that's not entirely true. But in a way it kind of is. Think of it this way. I spent most of Saturday writing a song and then Sunday I had no idea what the Hell I was thinking. It made no sense. Enjolras asked if I was on drugs or something it was that bad." René groaned.

"Yikes. I thought Enjolras liked all your songs." Eponine tried

"He likes the sane ones. The ones I actually deem worthy of performance. He doesn't really understand what makes a good song just by notes without the lyrics but he tries. It'd be like you listening to exactly how 'Ferre treated a patient. You know very little of what's actually being said but you listen because it means something to him." René explained.

"That's a good way of putting it." Eponine conceded, then her cell phone rang. "Hello… Nick, calm down… where are you… are you safe… okay. I'm not too far away. I'll come by and pick you up, okay… I'll see you soon, honey. Bye."

"Go." René waved.

Eponine looked relieved. "Bye, honey. I'll text you later." She gave René a kiss on the cheek goodbye and headed to her car. She stayed behind, bringing out her journal where she wrote her songs.

Enjolras: How's coffee?

Me: Ep had to go save the day. I'm just trying to write now.

Enjolras: Should I stop?

Me: No, darling, I don't mind. Nothing's coming to me anyways.

Enjolras: It'll come eventually.

Me: Thanks for the support.

Enjolras: Was that sarcastic?

Me: No. I meant that.

Enjolras: The reason I texted was because- please don't be angry.

Me: I promise.

Enjolras: Is the anniversary tomorrow or Wednesday?

Oh God. That anniversary. God, she hated that anniversary. The day she'd been kidnapped by her stalker, Henri Montparnasse. Absentmindedly, she rubbed the minute scar on her left wrist. Montparnasse had shattered her left wrist but there was no lasting damage so she barely noticed it unless she sought out the small scar. The scar hadn't come from the break but from when they were resetting the joint. It was the only physical scar she had of the whole ordeal. On good days, it reminded her of exactly what she had survived. On bad days, it reminded her of exactly what she had survived. Montparnasse was dead but her fear of him wasn't.

Me: Wednesday.

Enjolras: Are you angry?

Me: No.

Enjolras: I've done something wrong.

Me: No, it's just… still hard. I think it will always be hard. Don't expect me to get out of bed Wednesday.

Enjolras: That's why I'm taking the day off. To take care of you.

Me: Honey, your cases.

Enjolras: Can wait a day. You're my wife. You come first. Besides, I've been thinking. I think that's why you're acting so strange. Your body is freaking out.

Me: I hadn't thought of that. It wasn't like this last year.

Enjolras: You got drunk last year. And the year before that. And the three before that. And this year, you promised to cut back. See the difference?

Me: I don't know. I don't understand this psychological stuff. And don't ask 'Ferre. I can handle this.

Enjolras: If you say so.

Me: Are your coworkers trying to ask you to go drinking with them again?

Enjolras: How could you tell?

Me: You're still texting me. You only do that when you want to avoid them without looking like a jerk.

Enjolras: Fauchelevent keeps pestering me. I don't know why he won't take no for an answer.

Me: I do.

Enjolras: Enlighten me, please.

Me: Because you're good company. You don't drink very much so you don't get into bar fights, you can drive people home, and you make sure everything goes smoothly.

Enjolras: Speaking from experience, Princess?

Me: I wouldn't remember. I drink too much.

Enjolras: No way I answer this is in my favor.

Me: Good catch. I didn't mean to corner you but nice escape.

Enjolras: I'm gonna murder them all.

Me: What happened?

Enjolras: Fauchelevent brought out the Christmas decorations. It's not even Thanksgiving. It's not even November.

Me: It's not their fault your parents moved to America without telling you.

Enjolras: Yes it is.

Me: LOL

Enjolras: Still mad.

Me: At them or your parents?

Enjolras: Them. I stopped being angry at my parents years ago. It's useless.

Me: It's the annoying Christmas songs, isn't it?

Enjolras: It's the damn hippo song! What kind of child wants a hippo? That makes no sense!

Me: You amuse me, peasant.

Enjolras: I'm so glad.

Me: I'm gonna head home. You want anything from the store?

Enjolras: Yes coffee. You went through most of it on Saturday.

Me: I thought we had more.

Enjolras: I'm not mad. I thought we had more too. Also, you went through the pickles.

Me: Did I?

Enjolras: Yep.

Me: Well, if you're right, we only have to deal with this for one more day.

Enjolras: ONE DAY MORE

Me: I don't want to hear another word. Not all songs are perfect.

Enjolras: And not all songs actually make sense.

Me: Do you want coffee? Or do you want me to stick you with the horrible crap that your office calls coffee which I highly doubt is actual coffee?

Enjolras: I can buy the coffee when I get off work.

Me: What type of coffee do I buy you?

Enjolras: I'll stop making fun of the song.

Me: Good boy. And I'm getting into the car. Love you.

Enjolras: Love you too. See you at home.

When she got home, there was a small pink package on her doorstep. She grabbed it before anyone else could see it and stuffed it into the cloth shopping bags Enjolras had insisted on buying. She just hoped none of her neighbors noticed it. That'd be beyond mortifying. And Enjolras could possibly find out.

"I'm going to kill her. She's so dead." René muttered under her breath. Apparently, there was also a note in Eponine's handwriting.

I called 'Ferre. I know you told me not to but you've been acting… well, the part. Just try it. It's better to be wrong about this sort of thing.

René sighed. Eponine was right. If she had been anyone else, she would've been swept off to the doctor for an actual diagnosis. At least, now she could put aside everything she guessed it wasn't. Besides, with this, she didn't even have to tell Enjolras. She could address this and prove him right. This was just her adjusting to not getting drunk on Wednesday. That's all it was and that's all it could ever be. There was no possible reason for anything else.

She knew she sounded desperate in her own head.

She calmed herself down, she didn't want a seizure when no one was home, and watched a little TV to take her mind off of it. She glanced at the clock and she had to do it now so she could easily hide it from Enjolras when he got home. So she went into the bathroom and tried it.

Let it never be said that René Grantaire was a patient woman. After two seconds, she started pacing around her bathroom, waiting for an answer. It only took about a minute.

Fuck.

This couldn't be happening to her. This couldn't be happening. She thought this was impossible. She couldn't breathe. Starting to panic, she did the first thing that came to mind. She called Eponine.

"Honey?" Eponine asked. She knew René rarely called her at work. Texted, sure but hardly ever called.

"You were right." René gasped out.

"What?" Eponine replied.

René took a deep breath. "I'm pregnant."

Obviously, the sequel got enough votes. So here it is. I'm sorry it took so long, I meant to post it yesterday but there was one thing I forgot. At my grandparents house, there is no wifi. Sorry again. Well, so this is out it starts. Wait for more drama, suspense, and fluff as the chapters progress. Leave a review if you can. Until next time. Adieu mon chers!