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Everyone froze. No one spoke. Then, Eponine burst out laughing.
"Well, it certainly took you long enough!" She got out through fits of giggles. Marius couldn't help but join in her laughter. One by one, everyone else joined in.
"So who else figured it out? Apart from Enjolras, Combeferre, and Joly, that is." Marius asked once they had all calmed.
"Lesgle and Musichetta may have known." Joly said, reddening slightly.
"I knew." said Jehan, "I was just waiting to see if you'd say anything about it and I wasn't sure if you wanted people to know, so I kept silent."
The remainder (Feuilly, Bahorel, Grantaire) attempted to say that they had known all along, but their expressions betrayed them.
"Well, now there's another reason to celebrate!" Courfeyrac exclaimed.
"Another bottle of wine!" Grantaire cried, though he'd already had his fair share of drinks while waiting for Marius to arrive. The waitress hastened to bring it forward and the party commenced.
"Can I feel?" Jehan asked Éponine, glancing at her stomach.
"Go for it!" She replied, laughing mirthfully. He placed a hand on her stomach and his face lit up just as surprise became evident on Éponine's.
"I can feel it kick!" Then, noticing Éponine's shocked expression, he asked: "Is this the first time that's happened?"
She nodded slowly.
"Marius!" Jehan called. Marius looked up from the other side of the room where he was deep in discussion with Bahorel and Feuilly. Jehan beckoned him over.
"What is it?" He asked, looking back and forth between Jehan and Éponine. Éponine complusively took his hand and placed it on her stomach. Marius seemed confused for a moment, but then understanding and pure joy transcribed themselves onto his facial features. "They're kicking!"
Éponine grinned,
"They are." She agreed. Marius kissed his fiancée tenderly.
"Wait, 'they'?" Jehan asked.
"The doctor believes it's twins." Marius explained.
"That's wonderful!" The young poet exclaimed.
"It's going to be tough..." Éponine realised. She hadn't really considered it before; but now that she could feel them kicking, everything seemed so suddenly real. She was going to be a mother and Marius a father– that alone would have been difficult enough considering that neither knew how to be a parent; but it would be made more difficult by there being two children rather than just one. How were they to manage? How were they to afford this? These questioned now plagued her thoughts and the worry must have shown on her face because Marius then had his arms around her and was whispering in her ear,
"Everything will be okay."
Did he believe his own words? Perhaps. He, too, knew that the path ahead would not be an easy one; but he was excited to be a father and knew that they could get through anything together. Whatever happened, happened and that was that. Besides, it was too late for doubts, not that he didn't have any.
Right now, he needed to focus on calming Éponine, for her stress could not be good for the unborn children. He gently stroked her hair and murmured to her silly nonsense meant to comfort and reassure.
"Thank you, Marius." She whispered.
"Anytime, my love."
After an hour of declining, Courfeyrac finally persuaded Enjolras to have one glass of wine. Followed by another and another until, eventually, the fair-haired man of marble was slurring about the need for a republic and suggesting ideas for revolution that included freeing the rabbits from their oppressive magicians (he had heard of Louis Comte's famed feat in 1814).
It took much convincing on Combeferre's part to finally convince the intoxicated young leader to go to bed, which may or may not have included assurances that the rabbits of France were frolicking freely.
Éponine shook her head in amusement. She'd had her own experiences with alcohol and knew now to stay far from it. It turned people into fools. She had once relied heavily on it to alleviate her own sorrows; but, with her, there had always been a 50/50 chance that the alcohol would make it worse. It had been hard to quit.
She glanced at Marius, who was surprisingly sober. She attempted to fight back a yawn, but it escaped anyway, causing Marius to smile softly.
"Tired?"
She nodded. Without another word, he scooped her up (though, he would never admit it, this was becoming harder to do) and carried her up the stairs to their small flat.