:Eponine:
(a/n: I felt since most of this story was scarily dramatic already, why leave the genre? More soap opera-ish stuff in this chapter…apologies to BroadwayStar77 if she reads this because I know she's not a fan of that melodramatic stuff. To tell you the truth, neither am I. But its ok…as long as I get some reviews and you guys are happy…I'm happy.)
It was already quite dark outside when Eponine returned to the house. She opened the door quickly, ready to lie down on the bed when she saw Enjolras sitting in a chair by the door.
"Oh." She said softly, turning to go back outside. Maybe she would sneak into Pierre's house to rest. It had already been sold to new owners months ago, but she could probably crawl through a window.
"No, Eponine, wait." Enjolras said imploringly. She heaved a sigh and turned to face him, the light from the nearby oil lamp casting shadows across her face. "Would you like to sit down?" He asked, pulling out a chair from underneath the small table.
"No, thank you." She replied coldly.
"Alright then…stand. I still have to talk to you." His stare was burning into her eyes, so she looked intently at the floor as he spoke. "Well…I figured since you're pregnant, maybe we should be married." The breath caught in her throat.
"Are you proposing?" She asked, indignant.
"No…I know your angry with me…so, think of it more as…" He paused, considering the right
words. "Think of it more as a business agreement.
"A what?"
"A business agreement. We'll get married so the child can have two parents, but if you want, that's all it has to be."
Eponine bit her lower lip. That's not what she wanted at all. Every little girl dreams of the perfect wedding, but Eponine had dreamed of the perfect life. Everything with her and Enjolras had gone well until now. She mentally kicked herself for being so stupid.
"Eponine?" She was quickly brought out of her self-pity. "So…what do you think?" She searched his face for…well, she couldn't decide what she was looking for, but she wasn't able to find it. His face held no expression, but there was something behind his eyes she couldn't quite read. Was he serious about this 'business agreement'?
"It's fine, Enjolras. A business agreement." She walked past him and lay down on the bed, her face to the wall. She could see his shadow move as he stood up, but that was all. As she closed her eyes, Enjolras began to sit down next to the bed as he had every night before. Just before he reached the floor he stopped, got up, and returned to his chair slowly, wiping his eyes.
(a/n: SAPPY! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. Lol…I know people probably hated this chapter but oh well! Also, I don't care if anything wasn't historically correct…I'm not trying to make it historically correct, its completely AU. R/R please!)