"Troubled Times"
A Companion to "Meant to Be"
Disclaimer: I own basically nothing, except the following characters: Gustave, Charlotte, Juliette, Nicolas, Emilie, Laetitia, Madeleine, Benjamin, Leon, Catherine, Brigitte, and Claire. You'll see what I mean when you read further. I do not own the characters of "Les Miserables." They all belong to Victor Hugo. Thanks in advance to my fabulous beta, Jenna, who helped me when I had no clue where the story was headed. You deserve to be co-author, but you're just the editor. Loving everyone, and I hope you all enjoy it!
Chapter 1
"It's a beautiful night, isn't it Gustave?"
"It isn't the only thing that's beautiful."
Gustave saw the woman on his arm blush. Her smile lit up her face, which made him all the more certain of what he was about to do.
Gustave Pontmercy had been courting Brigitte Laroche for quite a while. They had met during a party at their fathers' firm, as both of their fathers were lawyers. The teenagers were smitten with one another, and, although they were still very young, it was clear that they would eventually raise a family together.
The two households were quite the opposite of one another, however. Brigitte was an only child, whose parents had fallen out of love with one another when she was just a toddler. Although her father was one of the best attorneys in Rouen, the town where both families lived, Leon Laroche was a womanizer and rarely made an appearance at home. Her mother, Catherine, barely noticed her husband's behavior, being that she cared more about her daughter's upbringing than in her own personal affairs. It was a rare occasion when all three family members gathered to share a meal. Brigitte tried to keep to herself as much as possible. Her father had an expansive library, where much of her free time, as well as her lessons, were spent. Despite her parents' problems, she was content.
The Pontmercy family was the model of happiness. Gustave's parents were as much in love as they had been when they were first married. The occasional argument found its way to them, but it was always resolves before the sun set at night. Gustave's father was the most respected lawyer at his firm, and his mother had become a midwife, having four children of her own, two nieces, and a nephew. Gustave's siblings were extremely close, Charlotte being 13 and the twins, Nicolas and Juliette, being 8.
The relatives of the Pontmercies were just as happy, if not more. Gustave's Aunt Azelma and Uncle Grantaire had been his guardians for the past year while he lived in Paris. Along with his cousin Emilie and "Uncle" Enjolras, the six of them dwelled in the family's new apartment. As Emilie grew, Azelma realized that the back room of the Cafe Musain was no place for her to live. Enjolras moved in with his old university friend after his roommate, Gavroche, got married. Uncle Enjolras was one of Gustave's teachers at the university, as well as his favorite. Enjolras was also Gustave's godfather.
Uncle Gavroche and Aunt Laetitia just had their first son six months ago, much to the dismay of Gavroche. He had hoped not to pass the 'Thenardier' name any further, but the family was happy nonetheless. Their daughter, Madeleine, was five and extremely pleased at being a big sister.
As Gustave approached his 19th year, he began to realize many things. He thought himself a learned man, having been tutored before university by teachers and his parents. He was well aware that his appearance had changed from a boy's to a man's. He wasn't hard to look at, for he had inherited his father's features. Many people had commented on this over the years, and even his mother claimed that his was the face that she had fallen in love with not so many years ago.
The night was cool, and Gustave found himself in the garden with Brigitte. The occasion for the party he was at was Brigitte's 16th birthday, and she truly looked the part. Her soft, auburn curls fell about her shoulders. A lavender dress and shawl to match were her attire for the evening. Her father had organized the entire party, but was presently absent.
"How is the university?"
"Tiresome."
"Is it really?" she giggled. "I would have thought it was bound to be interesting with your Uncle teaching."
"You do me too much justice, mademoiselle." The two jumped at the sound of another voice in the garden. They saw Enjolras stand from his seat on a bench. We walked over to them and placed a kiss on Brigitte's hand. "Happy birthday."
"Thank you, Monsieur Enjolras. We weren't aware that anyone else was out here."
"Please excuse me for startling you. I just came outside from the party for a moment of solitude. I can see that my godson has become rather irritated with me at the moment, and I don't wish to aggravate him until my next class. I shall bid you both goodnight." He patted Gustave's shoulder as he passed.
"As I said, university life is tiresome," Gustave smiled as he led Brigitte to the bench that Enjolras had occupied.
"Do you realize how lonesome life is when you leave? For me, at least. Paris must be far from lonesome."
"But it is. A whole school of crazed students. They are almost as bad as the classes are."
"What do you miss most when you're in Paris?"
"Besides you?"
"No, seriously."
"Yes, seriously. Brigitte, I miss you more than anything."
"Your family?"
"I live with my family, so how can I miss them?"
"Your friends?"
"I have no true friends to miss."
"But..."
"Just you. Only you," he said putting his finger to her lips. He then removed it and took her hand in his own. "Brigitte, I wanted to talk to you."
"What about?"
"How long have we known one another?"
"Years upon years."
"And we both feel the same way about one another?"
"Gustave..."
"I don't mean to sound forward, but I need to know."
"I cannot lie," she sighed. "I'm very attracted to you and I enjoy being with you. You heard me say that I feel alone when you leave Rouen."
"And I return all those feelings. So, I feel that we should spend the rest of our lives together." He took the familiar pose, never letting go of her hand. "Brigitte, I would be honored if you would be my wife. Would you?"
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"Where did Gustave go?"
"What are you worrying about?" Grantaire asked Eponine. "Honestly, you should be more concerned about the twins."
"And you should worry about your own daughter," commented Marius.
"I have no cause to worry. She's with Charlotte, waiting for a dance." Grantaire smiled at his own knowledge.
"Never fear, Eponine," said Enjolras approaching the group. "I have just left your son."
"Where is he, Enjolras?"
"Out in the garden. Proposing, no doubt."
Azelma grabbed her sister's arm. "Do you think he is?"
"He seemed rather irritated that I interrupted his conversation. However, I did occupy the garden before they did."
The music that had just been playing ended, and Gavroche led his wife over to the congregation.
"Well, this looks like an exciting conversation," joked Gavroche. "May we be a part of it?"
"We were discussing the marital status of my son in the near future," said Marius.
"There was speculation about this?" asked Laetitia.
"Enjolras claims that young Gustave was about to propose to our little guest of honor before he was so rudely interrupted."
"Lay off it, Grantaire." groaned Enjolras. "It's not as if I ruined their lives."
"Who knows, you might have."
The music started again and Marius turned to see his daughter and niece be escorted to the dance floor. He tapped Grantaire, who turned and saw this too. Both men smiled at one another.
"Where are Madeline and Benjamin?"
"You expected them to be here?" smiled Laetitia.
"That was my precise reasoning for leaving the twins behind."
"Eponine, would you dance with me?"
"You'll have to ask my husband about that, Enjolras."
"One dance," said Marius firmly.
"I thank you kindly, my friend. I won't keep her long."
"How come you never ask me to dance?"
Grantaire sighed. "Azelma, would you care to dance?"
"Yes, in fact, I would."
The two pairs went off to dance, leaving Marius, Gavroche, and Laetitia alone.
"Don't leave me," pleaded Marius with a smile.
Just then, Gustave and Brigitte walked in, still arm in arm. Each wore an unreadable expression, which Marius found annoying. His son kissed Brigitte's hand and walked over to his three relatives.
"Gustave, look at you."
"Thank you, Aunt Laetitia," he said kissing her cheek.
"Well?" asked Gavroche.
"Well? What are you talking about?"
"Enjolras told us everything, so tell us everything else."
"I'd prefer not to."
"Did you propose?"
"Father..."
"Did you?" his aunt asked.
"Yes, since you are so inclined to know."
"Did she accept?"
"Father..."
"Gustave."
"That is a personal question between Brigitte and me." He walked away.
"What was that about?" Eponine asked, as she approached with her dancing partner.
"What did you do to him this past year, Enjolras?"
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Later that evening, Brigitte found herself gossiping with a group of other girls her age. She hadn't yet revealed to anyone that Gustave had asked her to marry him. Although she had said 'yes', she still needed parental consent. Gustave and she had promised to say nothing until he had approached her father.
She looked around the room, scanning faces in the crowd. She saw Gustave talking to her mother and...her father. He had come after all.
'This is perfect,' she thought. 'Gustave will ask Father, and he can then propose publicly before everyone.'
She saw her father bow out of the conversation and make his way over to her. She did likewise, and they met towards the back of the ballroom.
"Brigitte, darling. Happy birthday." He placed a kiss on her forehead. "I got you something."
"Father, this party was enough."
"Not for my daughter." He handed her a rectangular box. She took it and opened the box. Inside were a string of pearls. Brigitte looked at her father, delighted. He removed them from the box and placed them around her neck as he spoke. "They were my mother's, and now they're yours."
"Thank you, Father."
"You are very welcome. Now, I must tell you something."
"What about?"
"Young Pontmercy."
"Gustave?" She tried not to sound so eager.
"Yes. He approached me this evening with a very interesting proposition."
"He did? And what was it?"
"Marriage. To you." Brigitte's heart leapt. Gustave had asked her father! "However, I doubt if the boy is capable enough to take care of you. Besides the fact that he's a Pontmercy, he's a student being taught by a rebel." He saw his daughter's puzzled expression. "I know that he's been courting you, and that's fine. But marriage lasts for the rest of your life. Don't marry the wrong man."
Brigitte knew that behind her father's concern was his own conscience reassuring himself about all his past mistakes. But Gustave was an upright man from a well-respected family. He was smart and charming. Why was her father being so cautious?
"Ultimately, it is your decision, and I cannot tell you how to answer to him. He has requested a public proposal, and I agreed. During dinner, I think, would be perfect."
"Father..."
"If you feel like he is not the man you want to be your husband, do not hesitate to say 'no'."
"Yes, Father. But I sense that you don't want me to marry Gustave. Is that true?"
"I won't lie to you, Brigitte. I don't enjoy working with 'Monsieur Marius'. The man is perfect in every way."
"I highly doubt that, Father. Every man has his flaws."
"Then I've yet to discover his. And I'm sure that he's raised Gustave in the same manner."
"Does that mean that you would prefer me not to marry him?"
"You've heard all I've had to say, and I'll say no more. But I think it's clear of my attitude towards the boy."
"Don't worry, Father. I already know the answer." She smiled as her father left her side.
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Gustave's heart pounded as Brigitte's father tapped his glass with a spoon to get everyone's attention. Brigitte had barely looked at him throughout dinner, and now it was nearing the end of the meal. He had tried to listen to his uncles talking, but he tuned out after absorbing himself in his own thoughts.
He had seen Brigitte talking to her father earlier that night. Had Monsieur Laroche persuaded his daughter not to marry Gustave? No, it couldn't be. They were taken with one another and they even said so. But her father was a very powerful man.
"First of all, I'd like to thank everyone for coming tonight, "started Leon. "We are all here to share in the celebration of Brigitte's 16th year. I realize that I haven't always been there for my family, but I promise to be in the very near future. Now, does anyone have a toast to propose?" He sat down and inspected the people around him. Brigitte slumped back in her chair, dreading what everyone was about to say.
A few relatives and colleagues of her father said words of wisdom and good fortune, before Enjolras stood up. Brigitte beamed, knowing she would be entertained, if nothing else.
"Mademoiselle, you are indeed lucky. To have parents who care dearly for you, to be in a position of financial security, and finally, to be courted by one of Paris' most accomplished students." She glanced at Gustave, who glared at his godfather. "You probably could listen to me drone on all night, but I know that I would much rather hear what Monsieur Pontmercy has to say. Go ahead, Gustave," said Enjolras sitting down. Brigitte drew a breath as Gustave stood.
"Brigitte, I fear I have no toast to offer, but I do have something to propose. We know where one another stands and how we both feel. And that's why I feel confident in asking you for your hand in marriage. Will you be my wife?"
Brigitte half glanced at her father, who wore a slight grin. He thought she was going to turn Gustave down. She saw everyone else turn and look at one another. Gustave came over to her chair.
"I promise to take care of you forever, Brigitte."
"Gustave Pontmercy, I accept your proposal. Yes, I will marry you." She threw her arms around his neck and heard her father sputter slightly. She was marrying Gustave, the man she loved and she had tricked her father. It was the perfect birthday.
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A/N - My beta had expressed how hard it is to keep up with all the new characters. But never fear, my faithful readers/reviewers. Since I love you all so much, I've decided to create a kind of a graph to help you out.
----- = Married
^ = Child of
Marius-------------------------------------------Eponine
^ ^ ^ ^
Gustave Charlotte Nicolas Juliette
Grantaire-------------Azelma
^
Emilie
Gavroche----------------------Laetitia
^ ^
Madeleine Benjamin
Leon---------------Catherine (Last name - Laroche)
^
Brigitte
A Companion to "Meant to Be"
Disclaimer: I own basically nothing, except the following characters: Gustave, Charlotte, Juliette, Nicolas, Emilie, Laetitia, Madeleine, Benjamin, Leon, Catherine, Brigitte, and Claire. You'll see what I mean when you read further. I do not own the characters of "Les Miserables." They all belong to Victor Hugo. Thanks in advance to my fabulous beta, Jenna, who helped me when I had no clue where the story was headed. You deserve to be co-author, but you're just the editor. Loving everyone, and I hope you all enjoy it!
Chapter 1
"It's a beautiful night, isn't it Gustave?"
"It isn't the only thing that's beautiful."
Gustave saw the woman on his arm blush. Her smile lit up her face, which made him all the more certain of what he was about to do.
Gustave Pontmercy had been courting Brigitte Laroche for quite a while. They had met during a party at their fathers' firm, as both of their fathers were lawyers. The teenagers were smitten with one another, and, although they were still very young, it was clear that they would eventually raise a family together.
The two households were quite the opposite of one another, however. Brigitte was an only child, whose parents had fallen out of love with one another when she was just a toddler. Although her father was one of the best attorneys in Rouen, the town where both families lived, Leon Laroche was a womanizer and rarely made an appearance at home. Her mother, Catherine, barely noticed her husband's behavior, being that she cared more about her daughter's upbringing than in her own personal affairs. It was a rare occasion when all three family members gathered to share a meal. Brigitte tried to keep to herself as much as possible. Her father had an expansive library, where much of her free time, as well as her lessons, were spent. Despite her parents' problems, she was content.
The Pontmercy family was the model of happiness. Gustave's parents were as much in love as they had been when they were first married. The occasional argument found its way to them, but it was always resolves before the sun set at night. Gustave's father was the most respected lawyer at his firm, and his mother had become a midwife, having four children of her own, two nieces, and a nephew. Gustave's siblings were extremely close, Charlotte being 13 and the twins, Nicolas and Juliette, being 8.
The relatives of the Pontmercies were just as happy, if not more. Gustave's Aunt Azelma and Uncle Grantaire had been his guardians for the past year while he lived in Paris. Along with his cousin Emilie and "Uncle" Enjolras, the six of them dwelled in the family's new apartment. As Emilie grew, Azelma realized that the back room of the Cafe Musain was no place for her to live. Enjolras moved in with his old university friend after his roommate, Gavroche, got married. Uncle Enjolras was one of Gustave's teachers at the university, as well as his favorite. Enjolras was also Gustave's godfather.
Uncle Gavroche and Aunt Laetitia just had their first son six months ago, much to the dismay of Gavroche. He had hoped not to pass the 'Thenardier' name any further, but the family was happy nonetheless. Their daughter, Madeleine, was five and extremely pleased at being a big sister.
As Gustave approached his 19th year, he began to realize many things. He thought himself a learned man, having been tutored before university by teachers and his parents. He was well aware that his appearance had changed from a boy's to a man's. He wasn't hard to look at, for he had inherited his father's features. Many people had commented on this over the years, and even his mother claimed that his was the face that she had fallen in love with not so many years ago.
The night was cool, and Gustave found himself in the garden with Brigitte. The occasion for the party he was at was Brigitte's 16th birthday, and she truly looked the part. Her soft, auburn curls fell about her shoulders. A lavender dress and shawl to match were her attire for the evening. Her father had organized the entire party, but was presently absent.
"How is the university?"
"Tiresome."
"Is it really?" she giggled. "I would have thought it was bound to be interesting with your Uncle teaching."
"You do me too much justice, mademoiselle." The two jumped at the sound of another voice in the garden. They saw Enjolras stand from his seat on a bench. We walked over to them and placed a kiss on Brigitte's hand. "Happy birthday."
"Thank you, Monsieur Enjolras. We weren't aware that anyone else was out here."
"Please excuse me for startling you. I just came outside from the party for a moment of solitude. I can see that my godson has become rather irritated with me at the moment, and I don't wish to aggravate him until my next class. I shall bid you both goodnight." He patted Gustave's shoulder as he passed.
"As I said, university life is tiresome," Gustave smiled as he led Brigitte to the bench that Enjolras had occupied.
"Do you realize how lonesome life is when you leave? For me, at least. Paris must be far from lonesome."
"But it is. A whole school of crazed students. They are almost as bad as the classes are."
"What do you miss most when you're in Paris?"
"Besides you?"
"No, seriously."
"Yes, seriously. Brigitte, I miss you more than anything."
"Your family?"
"I live with my family, so how can I miss them?"
"Your friends?"
"I have no true friends to miss."
"But..."
"Just you. Only you," he said putting his finger to her lips. He then removed it and took her hand in his own. "Brigitte, I wanted to talk to you."
"What about?"
"How long have we known one another?"
"Years upon years."
"And we both feel the same way about one another?"
"Gustave..."
"I don't mean to sound forward, but I need to know."
"I cannot lie," she sighed. "I'm very attracted to you and I enjoy being with you. You heard me say that I feel alone when you leave Rouen."
"And I return all those feelings. So, I feel that we should spend the rest of our lives together." He took the familiar pose, never letting go of her hand. "Brigitte, I would be honored if you would be my wife. Would you?"
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"Where did Gustave go?"
"What are you worrying about?" Grantaire asked Eponine. "Honestly, you should be more concerned about the twins."
"And you should worry about your own daughter," commented Marius.
"I have no cause to worry. She's with Charlotte, waiting for a dance." Grantaire smiled at his own knowledge.
"Never fear, Eponine," said Enjolras approaching the group. "I have just left your son."
"Where is he, Enjolras?"
"Out in the garden. Proposing, no doubt."
Azelma grabbed her sister's arm. "Do you think he is?"
"He seemed rather irritated that I interrupted his conversation. However, I did occupy the garden before they did."
The music that had just been playing ended, and Gavroche led his wife over to the congregation.
"Well, this looks like an exciting conversation," joked Gavroche. "May we be a part of it?"
"We were discussing the marital status of my son in the near future," said Marius.
"There was speculation about this?" asked Laetitia.
"Enjolras claims that young Gustave was about to propose to our little guest of honor before he was so rudely interrupted."
"Lay off it, Grantaire." groaned Enjolras. "It's not as if I ruined their lives."
"Who knows, you might have."
The music started again and Marius turned to see his daughter and niece be escorted to the dance floor. He tapped Grantaire, who turned and saw this too. Both men smiled at one another.
"Where are Madeline and Benjamin?"
"You expected them to be here?" smiled Laetitia.
"That was my precise reasoning for leaving the twins behind."
"Eponine, would you dance with me?"
"You'll have to ask my husband about that, Enjolras."
"One dance," said Marius firmly.
"I thank you kindly, my friend. I won't keep her long."
"How come you never ask me to dance?"
Grantaire sighed. "Azelma, would you care to dance?"
"Yes, in fact, I would."
The two pairs went off to dance, leaving Marius, Gavroche, and Laetitia alone.
"Don't leave me," pleaded Marius with a smile.
Just then, Gustave and Brigitte walked in, still arm in arm. Each wore an unreadable expression, which Marius found annoying. His son kissed Brigitte's hand and walked over to his three relatives.
"Gustave, look at you."
"Thank you, Aunt Laetitia," he said kissing her cheek.
"Well?" asked Gavroche.
"Well? What are you talking about?"
"Enjolras told us everything, so tell us everything else."
"I'd prefer not to."
"Did you propose?"
"Father..."
"Did you?" his aunt asked.
"Yes, since you are so inclined to know."
"Did she accept?"
"Father..."
"Gustave."
"That is a personal question between Brigitte and me." He walked away.
"What was that about?" Eponine asked, as she approached with her dancing partner.
"What did you do to him this past year, Enjolras?"
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Later that evening, Brigitte found herself gossiping with a group of other girls her age. She hadn't yet revealed to anyone that Gustave had asked her to marry him. Although she had said 'yes', she still needed parental consent. Gustave and she had promised to say nothing until he had approached her father.
She looked around the room, scanning faces in the crowd. She saw Gustave talking to her mother and...her father. He had come after all.
'This is perfect,' she thought. 'Gustave will ask Father, and he can then propose publicly before everyone.'
She saw her father bow out of the conversation and make his way over to her. She did likewise, and they met towards the back of the ballroom.
"Brigitte, darling. Happy birthday." He placed a kiss on her forehead. "I got you something."
"Father, this party was enough."
"Not for my daughter." He handed her a rectangular box. She took it and opened the box. Inside were a string of pearls. Brigitte looked at her father, delighted. He removed them from the box and placed them around her neck as he spoke. "They were my mother's, and now they're yours."
"Thank you, Father."
"You are very welcome. Now, I must tell you something."
"What about?"
"Young Pontmercy."
"Gustave?" She tried not to sound so eager.
"Yes. He approached me this evening with a very interesting proposition."
"He did? And what was it?"
"Marriage. To you." Brigitte's heart leapt. Gustave had asked her father! "However, I doubt if the boy is capable enough to take care of you. Besides the fact that he's a Pontmercy, he's a student being taught by a rebel." He saw his daughter's puzzled expression. "I know that he's been courting you, and that's fine. But marriage lasts for the rest of your life. Don't marry the wrong man."
Brigitte knew that behind her father's concern was his own conscience reassuring himself about all his past mistakes. But Gustave was an upright man from a well-respected family. He was smart and charming. Why was her father being so cautious?
"Ultimately, it is your decision, and I cannot tell you how to answer to him. He has requested a public proposal, and I agreed. During dinner, I think, would be perfect."
"Father..."
"If you feel like he is not the man you want to be your husband, do not hesitate to say 'no'."
"Yes, Father. But I sense that you don't want me to marry Gustave. Is that true?"
"I won't lie to you, Brigitte. I don't enjoy working with 'Monsieur Marius'. The man is perfect in every way."
"I highly doubt that, Father. Every man has his flaws."
"Then I've yet to discover his. And I'm sure that he's raised Gustave in the same manner."
"Does that mean that you would prefer me not to marry him?"
"You've heard all I've had to say, and I'll say no more. But I think it's clear of my attitude towards the boy."
"Don't worry, Father. I already know the answer." She smiled as her father left her side.
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Gustave's heart pounded as Brigitte's father tapped his glass with a spoon to get everyone's attention. Brigitte had barely looked at him throughout dinner, and now it was nearing the end of the meal. He had tried to listen to his uncles talking, but he tuned out after absorbing himself in his own thoughts.
He had seen Brigitte talking to her father earlier that night. Had Monsieur Laroche persuaded his daughter not to marry Gustave? No, it couldn't be. They were taken with one another and they even said so. But her father was a very powerful man.
"First of all, I'd like to thank everyone for coming tonight, "started Leon. "We are all here to share in the celebration of Brigitte's 16th year. I realize that I haven't always been there for my family, but I promise to be in the very near future. Now, does anyone have a toast to propose?" He sat down and inspected the people around him. Brigitte slumped back in her chair, dreading what everyone was about to say.
A few relatives and colleagues of her father said words of wisdom and good fortune, before Enjolras stood up. Brigitte beamed, knowing she would be entertained, if nothing else.
"Mademoiselle, you are indeed lucky. To have parents who care dearly for you, to be in a position of financial security, and finally, to be courted by one of Paris' most accomplished students." She glanced at Gustave, who glared at his godfather. "You probably could listen to me drone on all night, but I know that I would much rather hear what Monsieur Pontmercy has to say. Go ahead, Gustave," said Enjolras sitting down. Brigitte drew a breath as Gustave stood.
"Brigitte, I fear I have no toast to offer, but I do have something to propose. We know where one another stands and how we both feel. And that's why I feel confident in asking you for your hand in marriage. Will you be my wife?"
Brigitte half glanced at her father, who wore a slight grin. He thought she was going to turn Gustave down. She saw everyone else turn and look at one another. Gustave came over to her chair.
"I promise to take care of you forever, Brigitte."
"Gustave Pontmercy, I accept your proposal. Yes, I will marry you." She threw her arms around his neck and heard her father sputter slightly. She was marrying Gustave, the man she loved and she had tricked her father. It was the perfect birthday.
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A/N - My beta had expressed how hard it is to keep up with all the new characters. But never fear, my faithful readers/reviewers. Since I love you all so much, I've decided to create a kind of a graph to help you out.
----- = Married
^ = Child of
Marius-------------------------------------------Eponine
^ ^ ^ ^
Gustave Charlotte Nicolas Juliette
Grantaire-------------Azelma
^
Emilie
Gavroche----------------------Laetitia
^ ^
Madeleine Benjamin
Leon---------------Catherine (Last name - Laroche)
^
Brigitte