Disclaimer: Les Miserables all belongs to Victor Hugo.

Hello! I'm back with another chapter! I hope it's okay! And by the way, I don't have any accents or anything on my computer so I can't put one over the E in Eponine or in Les Miserables or in any other French word…

The next morning, Enjolras woke up to the sun shining through the blinds. He blinked a few times, wondering why he was on his couch instead of his bed. Soon, he felt movement next to him and realization hit him so fast he almost gasped. He had a daughter. Eponine was still out there. And she loved him. He sighed frustratingly, this was going to complicated to explain to his friends. He stood up, careful not to wake up Vivienne. He took out his phone and began contacting the Amis, knowing they were only a few floors away. He told them it was urgent and they need to get there right away. After only a few minutes, he heard footsteps thudding on the stairs of the apartment and he almost smirked. There were some perks to living in the same apartment as his friends.

Suddenly, Courfeyrac, Combeferre, and Jehan, all in their pajamas, came bursting into his apartment, talking loudly and urgently -they obviously weren't used to Enjolras asking them for help.

The blond man quickly shushed them, gesturing for them to follow him to his living room area. They followed, all looking confused and tired. It was just past sunrise and they were the only ones who had woken up.

Enjolras had halted at his couch, staring at a small bundle of blankets. The men looked confused at first, but then realized what their leader was looking at. Underneath a large blanket was a small girl, seemingly fast asleep. She had a mane of curly blond hair that was spread all around her and a small button nose. Her mouth was open slightly, letting out small puffs of air every other second. She seemed so familiar but they couldn't put their finger on how.

"Enj," Courfeyrac started slowly, "You have a small child on your couch." He said it so bluntly that they almost laughed.

"Yes, I realize that…" Enjolras stated, shaking his head at his friend's antics.

"Well… why, exactly, is she here? Who is she?" Combeferre asked, his eyes never leaving Vivienne.

Without a word, Enjolras handed the three confused men Eponine's letter and sat down on his previous position next to his daughter.

Jehan was the first to grab the letter and the rest of them surrounded him, scanning through the letter. Combeferre was the first to finish and kneeled in front of the couch, his eyes wide and he stared back and forth between Enjolras and his apparent daughter.

"Are you sure?" He whispered cautiously, not knowing how his friend was currently reacting to the situation.

Enjolras nodded, running his hand through his hair and standing up and pacing, "Yes, she's my daughter. And Eponine's her mother. Eponine. We haven't seen nor heard from her in almost eight years and suddenly her –our- daughter appears. Without her." He was mostly talking to himself at this point, not noticing how Courfeyrac and Jehan had finished reading and were staring at him, wondering what to say to calm down their friend.

"Well," Jehan said, "You are going to take care of her, right?" He sat in front of the girl and began stroking her hair fondly. He always loved children.

Enjolras sighed and sat with them, looking down at her, "Yes. Of course I'm going to take care of her."

As if on cue, Vivienne's eyes began fluttering. She yawned widely and rubbed her eyes, blinking at the sudden light. The men's hearts nearly melted at the innocent sight.

She stared up at Enjolras, smiling slightly with tired eyes. "Good morning, papa!"

Enjolras tensed at the name but smiled, albeit a bit forcefully, "Good morning, petit."

She sat up, stretching her arms and jumped visibly, just noticing the three new men sitting around her.

"Hello," she said, her brow furrowed in confusion, "Erm… not to be rude, but who are you all?"

The man wearing glasses who was kneeling in front of her sat up on the couch next to her and smiled warmly, "I'm Combeferre, and that's Courfeyrac and Jehan," he explained, pointing to them all respectively, "We're your papa's friends."

At their names Vivienne's eyes lit up happily, "I know you! My mama told me stories about you all!"

The four men stiffened at the mention of Eponine.

"Did she now?" Courfeyrac said, his voice strained, "What she tell you?"

She was practically bouncing with excitement, happy to meet the men her mother always told her about, "She said you were her best friends when she was at school! And she said she misses you, a lot." She added, smiling, staring off in her own world.

The child didn't notice how they exchanged sad glances. Or how Enjolras simply stared, or glared, at the floor, not making eye contact with anyone.

"We miss her too," Jehan whispered while standing up and kissing her on the head.

"Anyone want anything to eat? It's around breakfast time," Courfeyrac stated, wanting to diffuse the tension.

"Enj? You okay?" Combeferre asked to the blond man, who was still staring at the floor without speaking.

"Papa? Papa?" Vivienne said, trying to shake him out of his daze. She had crawled onto his lap and poking his cheek curiously. The men chuckled and Courfeyrac reached over and ruffled her curls.

Enjolras stared at the child for a few moments, simply examining every inch of her face. She reminded him so much of Eponine it felt painful. From the way she wrinkled her nose to the way the tips of her lips turned up when she was amused. And then those eyes. Those identical chocolate brown eyes that sparkled when she was happy or curious. It was all her. Part of Enjolras hated it. He hated being reminded of his love, who had gotten up and left him without any explanation. Until now, almost eight years later, in the form of their daughter. He would be lying if he said that there wasn't a small, bitter part of him that wanted to run away from everything and everyone and forget them all. But he wouldn't do that. He would never. No, he was much stronger than that. This child was breaking the marble that he had been trying so hard to build up again after all that had happened with Eponine. But he actually didn't mind. He was going to do this right, and give Vivienne the love she truly deserves.

Hesitantly, Enjolras raised his arms and pulled the small child closer to him, hugging her tightly to himself, "I'm here, mon petit."

"I can call you Papa, right?" She asked softly and unsurely, looking up at him in wonder.

Enjolras smiled slightly and pulled her away, holding her shoulders, "Of course, Vivienne. You have a father now, mon enfant, and I'll always be here, okay?"

She smiled widely and threw her arms around his neck, muttering thank you into his shirt.

Combeferre, Courfeyrac, and Jehan watched from the kitchen door, exchanging content looks with each other. They knew perfectly well that their lives wouldn't be the same anymore, now that Vivienne was there with them. But they didn't mind. It's been a while since they had seen their leader truly smile.

I really had a good time writing this chapter, but I'm sad to say I couldn't write Gavroche in it. I promise though, he'll be in the next chapter along with Grantair, Joly, and Musichetta, and possibly Marius and Cosette. I hope you all enjoyed this! ^.^

XXXX Sammi