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First two chapters in one night! I just can't stop writing this, I love it! Again I don't have a beta so there may be many spelling and grammar errors. And thank you so much to AleuStark for my first review! I didn't expect one on the first chapter! I hope you like this one as much as I loved writing it! =3

Enjolras stared at the girl in complete shock. His eyes were wide and his mouth was gaping open. For the first time in a long time, he was completely speechless. Vivienne looked up at him nervously, not knowing what to say to her newly found father. She was only seven and was rather small for her age. Hesitantly, she cleared her throat and reached up to wave her hand in front of his face, though she barely reached his chin. Enjolras shook out of his daze and paced back inside, gesturing for the child to follow him. She followed shyly and dragged her small suitcase in, standing by the door and watching the man pace around the room. He dragged a hand through his hair, muttering incoherent words. Finally, he turned and faced Vivienne, who was staring at him cautiously.

"No. No, I can't have a daughter. I- I never even…" Suddenly, realization dawned on him and he was once again staring at her in awe.

Eponine.

He assessed the girl quickly, finally stopping at her eyes. They were the same chocolate brown eyes that were always wide and curious. The same eyes he fell in love with.

He crouched right in front of her, looking at her straight in the eye. She tilted her head slightly, wondering what he was going to say to her.

"Vivienne, is it?" He asked, his voice strained slightly. She nodded hastily, her curly gold hair, so similar to his own, bouncing around her.

"Who's your mother? What's her name?" He asked these questions quickly, almost eagerly. He needed to know.

"Eponine," she answered right away, "Eponine Thenardier. My auntie's name's Azelma." She added, hoping it would help.

Enjolras let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, "W-Where is she? I haven't seen nor heard from her in almost eight years. How old are you anyways?" He was rambling and resumed pacing He needed help on this. He didn't know how to take care of children. The closest thing he got in doing so was when he helped take care of Gavroche, and even then it was mostly Courfeyrac and Grantaire. Now there was a child in his apartment. Where was Eponine? Why wasn't she there with her own daughter? He was so caught up in his own thoughts that he didn't notice Vivienne digging in her luggage, which was actually quite empty.

She ran over to him and shoved a crumpled letter in his hands, "I-It's from my mama… s-she said to give it to you once I found you. A-And I just turned s-seven," she stuttered, yawning widely and covering her mouth with her hand. It was well past midnight now.

Enjolras nodded thankfully at her and unfolded the letter, his hands shaking slightly. Vivienne had settled down on his couch, thoroughly exhausted and watching for his reaction as he began reading:

Dear Enjolras,

I've written this letter just about a thousand times in the past –what is it? Almost eight years?- I know you must be angry at me. Furious even. I don't blame you. I'm so sorry for leaving. I swear I regret it everyday. I was just so scared, and I hated to admit it. You know me, my pride always gets me in trouble. It's just that, well, obviously, I got pregnant. Vivienne. She honestly is yours. The night of graduation, right after you proposed. Well, you know what happened, or at least I hope you do.

Anyways, after I left with Azelma (yes, she knew, and insisted on coming with me) we went to our old inn at Montreuil sur Mer. We're safe if you want to know, or care… But lately, we've been low on money. Very low. I can barely afford buying clothes for Vivienne. Or food. If you see her, she's so small for her age. She doesn't deserve to live like this. She's… so much like you. She's headstrong and passionate. She's sweet and caring. I didn't want her to live a life like I did, minus the abusive parents. I promise I'll take her back, as soon as I can I promise. Azelma and I are looking for jobs, honest ones too.

Please though, for now, just keep her safe. Tell her I love her. So much. And I'm sorry she has to go through this. And tell everyone else, all the Amis, Gavroche, I'm so incredibly sorry. Especially Gav, tell him I love him too. He must be fourteen, almost fifteen now? I've missed so much of his life. I messed up so badly Enjolras. Right when I finally got a good family. Right when I finally feel safe, I mess everything up. Mon Dieu I'm so sorry. You must hate me. And I don't blame you if you do. But, please, don't hate your –our- daughter. She's always wanted to meet her father. I've told her so many stories about you… expect many questions, once she gets used to you. Introduce her to everyone, she loves making friends and meeting new people. You'll love her, Enj, I swear you will.

Thank you, Enjy, I miss you so much.

Love you forever,

Eponine

Enjolras scanned the letter more than a dozen times, taking in every little detail. It really was Eponine. She still dotted her I's the same and her signature was still hers. He swallowed, noticing how she called him Enjy. She was the only one he let call him that. He didn't know what to think. He wanted to be angry, just like she thought she would be. But he couldn't find himself to do so. As he reread her description of Vivienne, his eyes flitted over to her, finally noticing her silence.

The scene before him pulled at his heartstrings. The child was curled up on his couch, her hands clasped together and her head resting on them. Her knees were curled into her body. She looked much smaller, like she was only around three instead of seven. Her wild, curly hair was half draped across her face. Enjolras quietly stepped towards her, kneeling at her side. His usual emotionless expression had crumbled into a sympathetic one. He carefully brushed her hair back and sucked in a breath as he saw her face even closer. She looked exactly like Eponine. From her facial expression to the way she was curled up. Aside from the hair, they could've been identical. He shook his head, pressed a gently kiss on her forehead, and whispered, "I'll take care of you, I promise."

He was going to take care of her. She was his daughter. Eponine's daughter. He had finally found a purpose in his life besides his cause to help the people in France. He found someone who truly needed him.

He found a large blanket and placed it around her, tucking her in tightly. He sat next to her, stroking her hair unconsciously. He closed his eyes, though he knew he wouldn't fall asleep. There was too much on his mind. But there were two particular questions in his head. One was, how on Earth would everyone react to this? And the other was, how could so much happen in less than two hours?

Yeah, so the endings really quick and hasty, but my laptop's dying and it's pretty late. I liked writing the letter though. Next chapter's gonna be the rest of the Amis plus Gavroche's reactions to Vivienne. It'll hopefully be up soon! Review please! I hope you enjoyed it!

XXXX Sammi ^.^