A/N- AH! 'BEAUTY IN THE BEAST' AND 'MIZZIE MIZZIE BANG BANG' HAVE BEEN REMOVED! ARGH! (weeps and bangs head against table) To make it worse, I don't know what to do with myself now that I've finished writing the WOL series. I started another serious story... a little scandalous, that'n. I'll post it after I finish posting this tale. AAAANNND to continue...

nebulia- Wasn't he cute? Little Jehan is based on Max, the sweet boy I babysit. Although Max is, in fact, three. Jehan is the combination of Max and his six year old brother Tanner. And yeah, Amanda is Nina's best friend. Obviously. Hehe...

Obsetress- I know it, we're twins. Wait... are you fifteen? But yeah, it was a cast reunion, and Danielle was, in fact, part of the cast. So she didn't crash the party, per se, but she sure ruined it, didn't she?

Amber Stag- Welcome aboard! Yeah, being in Fiddler was the highlight of my acting career... I mean... it was my acting career. Except when I was the Crone in Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. I had a soft-shoe solo... but I'm rambling now.

Marion- Rights to a movie? Sure, but you have to dedicate it to The Stalker From Heck/LesMisLoony, Pink Velvet, and their beloved Squishy... long story. Oh, and I get to cast everyone. Sorry that took so long (I feel as though I say that quite often) but there was that week-long ban from the site and blahdeblah...

When the Mark and Nina returned to their apartment, both were still visibly shaken by Jehan's outburst.

"Hullo, gang," John grinned, greeting them at the door. "I've got Little Mark asleep in her room. So..." he turned to Mark, "how was your first day as Simeon?"

Both their faces brightened. Mark had been Simeon's understudy in Joseph and the Amazing Technicolored Dreamcoat for the past few months, and this afternoon he had actually been able to perform. It was agreed that his accent during "Those Canaan Days" was considerably better than the other man's.

"He was great," Nina smiled. "Too bad whatsisname is coming back this evening."

"My dear woman, just because I was infinitely better doesn't he'll give me his role like Diana gave you Fantine. Not everybody's that crazy."

John nodded. "So where's Jehan?"

"On a date, apparently," Mark answered stiffly.

"He-" John began.

They were interrupted when a little black-haired girl came scampering into the room and threw her arms around John's legs. "Don't leave!"

"Little Mark? Come on, kid, I just told your folks you were asleep!"

"John," Nina sighed, "why do my children love you so much?"

"Hey, it's not just your kids," John corrected her. "Everybody loves me."

Mark knelt in front of the child. "Cosette, you don't even wanna say 'hi' to your parents?"

She sighed pitifully. "Hi Mommy. Hi Daddy" another sigh, "Bye John."

"Come here, you!" Mark grabbed Cosette and tickled her until she screamed with laughter.

Nina and John watched for a moment, amused. "Oh, John, is there going to be a fifteen year reunion?"

"Yeah. Ryan's still in charge. We missed you last time."

She rolled her eyes. "I was nine months pregnant with Cosette; I could barely walk! So, Ryan will call us?"

"Nah... he visited everybody last go-round."

"Good. Oh, you'd better leave before Cosette remembers you're still here. See you tomorrow?"

"Same time, same place," John agreed. "Oh, and tell Mark I said he does a better tickle attack than me."

"Can do. Bye."

Cosette finally wriggled away from Mark and he admitted that she had won. "Now go to bed, okay sweetheart?"

Nina watched the girl skip off to her room. "J-O-H-N says your tickle attack is better than his."

"Of course it is."

"How long do we have till you have to go pick up Jehan?"

Mark looked darkly at his watch. "About half an hour. What d'you wanna do till then?"

"Just half an hour? Ick." She scanned the room, and her eyes fell upon the bookshelf. "You can help me organize the scrapbooks."

"That'll work."

They spread the old photos across the living room floor and tried to put them in some kind of order. Nina designated a box for pictures from Les Mis, one for Mark's stuff, one for Jehan, one for Cosette, and one for herself, and one for "other." Neither of them discussed the contents of the "other" box aloud. When they had finished only several hospital papers and two ultrasounds had been put in this category.

"Here's our wedding," Nina smiled, holding up a picture. "There's my parents... your dad... John and Amanda..."

"Yep, and your mom looks just as crazy as ever."

"Mark!"

"It's true. D'you remember how she treated me when-"

"Yeah, but she's been nice to you ever since, right?" Mark said nothing, and Nina poked him. "Right?"

"Ow! Fine, fine. But you know she's crazy," he teased.

"Oh, get out of my house!" she laughed. "Go pick up your delinquent son and ground him until he's fifty, okay?"

"Is it time?" Mark asked, looking at his watch. "Oh, right." He got to his feet and grabbed the car keys from the hook by the door. Nina followed him.

"See ya in a minute," she said.

He put an arm around her waist and kissed her. "Love you."

"You too," she answered, closing the door behind him.