I don't think this is very good, as it's already 1:30 in the morning... But I just wanted to write one more chapter before I go to bed.

Lillian

It was half past midnight, but the Javert's house was filled with people. Maids kept running around, bringing bowls with hot water and towels. The living room was smoky, and three man were sitting in it, looking apprehensively at each other. Mr. Javert knew he should be able to bear this alone, after all, being the Alsace Lorraine's Minister meant he was capable of running a French province. So, this should mean he was also capable of bearing the night in which his beloved wife was giving birth to their first child alone, but he couldn't. In a desperate moment, he had sent messages from his brothers to urgently join him in his house.

Since eight o'clock, none of the man had said anything.

The only thing that could be heard were the screams of pain from Mrs. Javert.

After what seemed like centuries, a maid, covered in sweat and blood, entered the room without ceremony, headed straight to Mr. Javert and told him:

" You have a son, sir!"

It was like if he had been kept under water and she had suddenly grabbed him and brought him to surface again.

" How is Lilian? And the boy, is he healthy?"

" The boy is fine, sir. As for Lilian… well, you should come and see it yourself."

He run to the mistress rooms with the maid, afraid of what he might find there. Please, please lord, let she live. Please, without her my life has no meaning, please… please, don't kill her, please, just let her live…

When he entered her room, somehow, he already knew what he'd find and tears had already started to run down his face.

Lilian was… dead. She was beautifully laid down, with her eyes closed and a soft smile in her lips… It almost seemed like if she was sleeping. But she'd never wake up again.

" You were supposed to keep her alive, your bloody bastard!" Mr. Javert shouted at the doctor's face.

" Sir, try to understand. There was no way, we could only save her or the baby, and when we asked her which one it'd be… she said it'd be the baby."

"The baby! The baby! Do you think a woman in her conditions could have decided? Why didn't you call me? Oh… Lillian!" at this point, tears of grief rolled freely through his cheeks. " Lillian, you can't leave me… Lillian!" He hold her hands in his, caressing it gently.

The maid placed a hand in his shoulder.

" This is a time for pain sir, but it is also a time for joy. Your son is a healthy boy, who'll grow strong. It was your wife's wish that he was named after her father, and I think you should follow her wish, sir..." She was holding the baby in her arms. With a sudden move, he took the baby in his arms.

But there was no love in Mr. Javert's embrace.

"To the devil with this bastard!"

And he threw little Erik down the stares.