Epilogue
Four and a Half Years Later, May 1857
"Marcelin, don't go too far."
"Let him be. He won't."
"He might, Claire."
"But he won't, because he's a good child. On the other hand, this one here," she said, referring to her tiny daughter in her arms, "let's just say that this one is a different story."
"I know. I live in the same house as you, darling."
Claire rocked baby Amelia in her arms as she sat beneath a tall oak tree. Gustave sat next to her and took the now sleeping child from his wife. She rested her head on his shoulder as they watched their son run around a sea of golden flowers and jade grasses.
Just then, they heard the sound of wheels on gravel, and turned towards their house. They were in the field across from the front of their home in Caen. Gustave handed Amelia back to his wife, and they both stood. He walked to the carriage, and out came a man and woman of about 20. Gustave smiled and hugged the woman.
"You weren't suppose to come until tomorrow morning."
"Is it so horrible to want to see my niece before anyone else?"
"Charlotte practically dragged me into the carriage," laughed the man taking Gustave's hand.
"Well, Paul, welcome to the family. Let's take your bags inside."
Later, after Marcelin had finished chasing a butterfly and finally took his nap with his sister, Claire came down and hugged her sister-in-law.
"This is a surprise."
"I'm full of surprises," smiled Charlotte.
They had just taken a seat when there was a knock at the door. Gustave looked around the room, and then went to answer it.
"Where's my granddaughter?" asked Eponine as Marius pulled two suitcases behind him.
"She's sleeping, Mother," said Gustave, standing aside to let her in and then going to help his father. "Where's Enjolras?"
"He was behind us," grunted Marius.
"I still am."
"Care to give us a hand?"
"No, Marius, I have my own load to carry."
"That?" asked Gustave, pointing to a small suitcase.
"I can't help it if your mother packs more than the normal Parisian does."
"Is that all of us?" sighed Gustave.
"No, your sister and brother are still unloading their trunks."
"I don't think the house is big enough for all of us!"
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Once everyone was settled down for the night, Claire went outside to turn off the lantern on the front porch. She lifted her left hand to turn the latch, and studied her ring finger. It wore a thin circle of gold that shone in the glow of the light. Another hand closed over hers, and she smiled.
"I remember that day," said Gustave.
"So do I."
"We did things a little out of order. It doesn't matter, as long as we're happy."
"I am, if you are."
"I am."
"I just feel as if for the first time in my life I feel accepted into a family."
"That's how you should feel."
"Good."
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THE END!
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A/N - Well, this is it folks. I hope you liked it! I know some of you did. Now, a final note.
My Fellow FanFicers, I would like to take this time to make the following statement. On November 1, 2003 until June 1, 2004, I will *NOT* be writing FanFiction. I am taking a very long break from the chaos that is cyber-writing. I know that this may make many people upset, but I will be checking up to see how my older stories are being treated. Please pass this info on to anyone who may want/need to know. I will also be posting a notice in the last few chapters/stories that I will be finishing before that time. Thank you.
I will miss you until then, but will be reading faithfully! Loving all!
Four and a Half Years Later, May 1857
"Marcelin, don't go too far."
"Let him be. He won't."
"He might, Claire."
"But he won't, because he's a good child. On the other hand, this one here," she said, referring to her tiny daughter in her arms, "let's just say that this one is a different story."
"I know. I live in the same house as you, darling."
Claire rocked baby Amelia in her arms as she sat beneath a tall oak tree. Gustave sat next to her and took the now sleeping child from his wife. She rested her head on his shoulder as they watched their son run around a sea of golden flowers and jade grasses.
Just then, they heard the sound of wheels on gravel, and turned towards their house. They were in the field across from the front of their home in Caen. Gustave handed Amelia back to his wife, and they both stood. He walked to the carriage, and out came a man and woman of about 20. Gustave smiled and hugged the woman.
"You weren't suppose to come until tomorrow morning."
"Is it so horrible to want to see my niece before anyone else?"
"Charlotte practically dragged me into the carriage," laughed the man taking Gustave's hand.
"Well, Paul, welcome to the family. Let's take your bags inside."
Later, after Marcelin had finished chasing a butterfly and finally took his nap with his sister, Claire came down and hugged her sister-in-law.
"This is a surprise."
"I'm full of surprises," smiled Charlotte.
They had just taken a seat when there was a knock at the door. Gustave looked around the room, and then went to answer it.
"Where's my granddaughter?" asked Eponine as Marius pulled two suitcases behind him.
"She's sleeping, Mother," said Gustave, standing aside to let her in and then going to help his father. "Where's Enjolras?"
"He was behind us," grunted Marius.
"I still am."
"Care to give us a hand?"
"No, Marius, I have my own load to carry."
"That?" asked Gustave, pointing to a small suitcase.
"I can't help it if your mother packs more than the normal Parisian does."
"Is that all of us?" sighed Gustave.
"No, your sister and brother are still unloading their trunks."
"I don't think the house is big enough for all of us!"
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Once everyone was settled down for the night, Claire went outside to turn off the lantern on the front porch. She lifted her left hand to turn the latch, and studied her ring finger. It wore a thin circle of gold that shone in the glow of the light. Another hand closed over hers, and she smiled.
"I remember that day," said Gustave.
"So do I."
"We did things a little out of order. It doesn't matter, as long as we're happy."
"I am, if you are."
"I am."
"I just feel as if for the first time in my life I feel accepted into a family."
"That's how you should feel."
"Good."
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THE END!
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A/N - Well, this is it folks. I hope you liked it! I know some of you did. Now, a final note.
My Fellow FanFicers, I would like to take this time to make the following statement. On November 1, 2003 until June 1, 2004, I will *NOT* be writing FanFiction. I am taking a very long break from the chaos that is cyber-writing. I know that this may make many people upset, but I will be checking up to see how my older stories are being treated. Please pass this info on to anyone who may want/need to know. I will also be posting a notice in the last few chapters/stories that I will be finishing before that time. Thank you.
I will miss you until then, but will be reading faithfully! Loving all!