:Enjolras:

Three long, dragging weeks had passed since he had last spoken to Eponine. They exchanged a few words once and a while, but it seemed like she had been expertly avoiding him since…that night. Secretly, it was killing him, but Enjolras put up a hard exterior and let her do what she pleased. One day though, he had let it bother him to the end of his nerves. He found her in town, staring very intently at a piece of bread as he walked up.

"Eponine?" He asked softly. She let her eyes flicker to his for a moment, then shy back down to the bread.

"Hmmm?" She murmured.

He had planned this all out in his head numerous times before, but somehow in this very moment he couldn't control what was coming out of his mouth.

"Did I do something wrong Eponine? Are you upset with me?" It had come out more sternly than he had wanted it to.

"I…don't know." She whispered, still eyeing the bread.

"Look at me." He instructed. She lifted her eyes to his, her expression almost impossible to read.

"Are you avoiding me because of what happened?" He glanced around; making sure no one was listening to them.

"Not now, Enjolras." She said tiredly, beginning to walk away from him.

He grabbed her arm. "Yes, now." He said louder.

"Please, Enjolras! You'll make a scene" She hissed at him.

"If a scene will get you to talk to me…" He began.

"Let go of me." She demanded.

"Then explain to me Eponine, tell me why you won't talk to me!" He held stronger to her arm.

"Enjolras, Please! For God's sake, let go!" She said louder. A few people were turning to look at them, shaking their heads at the disrespectful people who had disturbed their quiet and respectable streets.

"What did I do!" He yelled. "Please, will you just tell me what I did to you?" She was crying now.

She moved closer to him, almost to his ear, and said between sobs,

"I'm…with…child."

Enjolras stood stunned for a minute, still hanging on to her arm. "You're what?" He asked.

"With child…I'm going to have your baby, alright? Will you please let go of me now?" She said harshly, yanking her arm away from him and furiously wiping her eyes.

"Can I help you miss?" An officer was standing over Eponine with a worried expression.

"No, no…I'm alright…thank you officer…just a bit of shock." She assured him shakily.

"Alright. Adieu Miss, good day."

"Adieu, officer, thank you for your trouble." When he was out of earshot, Eponine turned to Enjolras, and in a rushed whisper said, "We'll talk more later." She dabbed her eyes again and rushed off, disappearing into some shop so he couldn't find her.

Enjolras cursed under his breath. He looked up, noticing some of the citizens giving him accusing stares. "What are you looking at? Back to your business!" He spat angrily. They all murmured quietly as they departed, giving him side-glances from where they were standing at the street venders.

Enjolras walked the stretch of pathway, kicking a pebble as he went. Why did that have to go the way it did? Eponine was furious with him now, if she hadn't been already. And to think…Eponine was pregnant with his child. That was the last thing he would've have expected, but probably what he deserved. He had been constantly warned about "relations" such as this from Elders in his past. Their advice was always the same…wait until your married…and of course, had he listened? No, not Enjolras, always having to defy the rules…always disregarding advice.

He sighed. He hadn't really ever thought about having a child with anyone, but now that he wasn't given a choice, he supposed he had better start thinking about it. It probably wouldn't be all that bad…in fact, it may even be pleasant. Although, a child would mean a lot of money being spent…money that wasn't as easy to come by as one would think. They had a lot to talk about, he realized. He headed back to their small "home", when a thought dawned on him.

Wait until you're married….

A/N: HAHAHA CLIFFIE….(I think that's a cliffie)…lol THIS WAS THE CHAPTER I HAVE BEEN WAITING TO POST FOREVER OMG! Ok Well now its here and I need feedback…also to everyone:

NOTICE: Everything in this chapter is strictly AU, I know nothing of how Enjolras was brought up, how he would think, or how he is financially, and frankly, for this story, I DON'T CARE. I don't care if my citizens are acting right, or if they are in a "historically correct" place….strictly AU…I am doing whatever I want to do, and that is what I wanted to say. Thanks

TBC…