Chapter 13- Celeste is born.
A/N: I don't own Les Mis. Here starts the Epster/Paul.
For the next few months, Paul was always by Epster's side. Grantaire (1832) had every so often been streaking. Paul watched as Eponine grew more and more pregnant. She was also becoming ill. Paul worried that all that Epster had given her life for was in vain. Then, one day, Joly (1832) ran in the door. Grantaire (1832) was behind him carrying Eponine. Eponine was moaning in pain.
"It's time!"
"It's too early!" Paul cried.
Grantaire laid Eponine on the bed. She spread her legs open and screamed. She pushed and pushed. Paul looked down at Epster. She opened her eyes weakly.
"Paul..."
"Yes?"
"When I die, have Joly tell you where they buried Eponine and have him bury me there... Then I will always be with you."
"Epster-"
"I want you to take them from me... start with Grantaire... He's been begging to go back to you."
Paul and Epster held hands. Paul cried as he telepathically asked Grantaire to go over to him.
"Goodbye, Epster," Grantaire whispered.
Epster then gasped in pain. Paul held her even closer.
"I have to tell you, Epster... I need to... I actually broke up the wedding."
"Why?"
"I realized that I had feelings for you... I also knew that my fiancee and I were not compatible... Epster... I love you."
Epster smiled.
"I knew you did... I always knew."
"Please don't leave me-"
"It hurts! Paul... before I die... I have to tell you... I have always loved you- "
Epster closed her eyes just as Eponine made a final push. Paul held Epster.
"Epster! Epster! Please wake up!"
Paul felt for a pulse. There was none. Epster was gone. Paul wept bitterly.
Eponine looked at her newborn child after Joly cut the umbilical cord. She smiled and looked at Grantaire as the baby cried.
"Let's name her Celeste."
Those were the last words she ever said. She closed her eyes and laid back on the mattress. She took a final, laboured breath and died. Joly (1832) took Eponine's pulse. He looked at Grantaire.
"She's gone."
Grantaire took Celeste out of Eponine's hands.
"My baby..."
Grantaire held the child and sang a lullaby while weeping. Paul kissed Epster's forehead tenderly. He then turned and wept some more. All he could hear was Grantaire singing a French lullaby. Suddenly, he heard a soft voice.
"Paul?"
A/N: How do you say "Wishful thinking" ? Anyway. Please review but no flames.
A/N: I don't own Les Mis. Here starts the Epster/Paul.
For the next few months, Paul was always by Epster's side. Grantaire (1832) had every so often been streaking. Paul watched as Eponine grew more and more pregnant. She was also becoming ill. Paul worried that all that Epster had given her life for was in vain. Then, one day, Joly (1832) ran in the door. Grantaire (1832) was behind him carrying Eponine. Eponine was moaning in pain.
"It's time!"
"It's too early!" Paul cried.
Grantaire laid Eponine on the bed. She spread her legs open and screamed. She pushed and pushed. Paul looked down at Epster. She opened her eyes weakly.
"Paul..."
"Yes?"
"When I die, have Joly tell you where they buried Eponine and have him bury me there... Then I will always be with you."
"Epster-"
"I want you to take them from me... start with Grantaire... He's been begging to go back to you."
Paul and Epster held hands. Paul cried as he telepathically asked Grantaire to go over to him.
"Goodbye, Epster," Grantaire whispered.
Epster then gasped in pain. Paul held her even closer.
"I have to tell you, Epster... I need to... I actually broke up the wedding."
"Why?"
"I realized that I had feelings for you... I also knew that my fiancee and I were not compatible... Epster... I love you."
Epster smiled.
"I knew you did... I always knew."
"Please don't leave me-"
"It hurts! Paul... before I die... I have to tell you... I have always loved you- "
Epster closed her eyes just as Eponine made a final push. Paul held Epster.
"Epster! Epster! Please wake up!"
Paul felt for a pulse. There was none. Epster was gone. Paul wept bitterly.
Eponine looked at her newborn child after Joly cut the umbilical cord. She smiled and looked at Grantaire as the baby cried.
"Let's name her Celeste."
Those were the last words she ever said. She closed her eyes and laid back on the mattress. She took a final, laboured breath and died. Joly (1832) took Eponine's pulse. He looked at Grantaire.
"She's gone."
Grantaire took Celeste out of Eponine's hands.
"My baby..."
Grantaire held the child and sang a lullaby while weeping. Paul kissed Epster's forehead tenderly. He then turned and wept some more. All he could hear was Grantaire singing a French lullaby. Suddenly, he heard a soft voice.
"Paul?"
A/N: How do you say "Wishful thinking" ? Anyway. Please review but no flames.