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As the two women placed Cosette in the bed, her new dress still adorning her, Fantine was in deep thought. It wasn't until she closed the door that she voiced her concern.
"What is your relationship with Monseur Mayer?" Marceline was shocked to say the least, her own concern about 'Mayer's true identity popping into her head. She smiled nonetheless.
"He's my bess' friend; my brother in th' same way you're my sister." She confessed, sitting Fantine on the bed and collapsing onto it beside her. "Fantine, there's somethin' yeh need teh kneh abou' Mayer."
"What is it?" Marceline sighed, leaning forward in a most unladylike fashion.
"Well, first of all, his name isn't Mayer. It's ValJean." She confessed, watching Fantine's expression turn to one of confusion. Marceline sighed again. "Jean ValJean. He was a convict. Put on parole a few years ago." Fantine looked terrified. Marceline smacked her forehead. Yes, tell the lady she's living with a convict. Great idea, Marcy. "He was put in jail for stealing bread to save his family. His sister's child was starving." She explained. Fantine opened her mouth to speak.
"But he-" Marceline clapped a hand over her mouth.
"He's such a good person. But no one pays attention to the reason he was jailed- they only think of the fact that he was a convict. He thinks he's this awful person, but he's not. You will never meet anyone more kind and good-hearted." Marceline was on the verge of tears. She hated talking about Jean's past even more than her own. "He's a wanted man because he broke parole. That's why he uses the alias Mayer."
Fantine stood abruptly, striding out the door. Marceline followed, finding her in the sitting room with her arms around Jean.
Marceline had been about to catch her when she came upon the scene. By the look of it, she had practically tackled him. Her arms were thrown around his waist as though to comfort him. Tears were in the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill over.
Jean, on the other hand, looked purely shocked, unprepared for the unexpected embrace. His eyes softened as he looked at the pretty woman, holding around her waist and cradling her in strong arms. Marceline smiled and drew a heart around the scene. Jean rolled his eyes as she did so and she chuckled quietly.
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When everything had been cleared up and Fantine knew the whole story, the group sat down by the fire and simply talked. It wasn't long before Fantine fell asleep, leaning heavily on Jean's shoulder. Marceline drew hearts around them repeatedly until Jean carried her to her room.
Marceline smiled following him down the hall and entering Cosette's room, quietly closing the door behind her. She sat beside the bed, running her fingers through Cosette's hair adoringly.
"Yer such a beautiful lass." She smiled seeing the child squirm a bit in a dream. "Wish I coulda had my own. It's such a shame tha' the couldn't a met 'er." She sighed. "I's a shame I couldn't a met 'er.
"I always wan'ed a family." She confessed to the sleeping child, looking across the hall at Fantine's door. "Jean wanted teh gimme one, even if we didn' love each other like that. That couldnae quite round out the family I had in mind." She smiled as Jean left the other room and turned to Cosette. "There's no' a doubt in my mind that yer gonna grow up loved teh death an' spoiled rotten. Yer mam an' me, plus Jean, cuz he's gonna love yeh, juss you wait an' see."
With that, she kissed the child's forehead and left the room, retiring to her own room and getting ready. She checked the grandfather clock outside the bathroom door. Five twenty-seven a.m.. Forget getting ready, I need sleep. She thought, diving for the bed and curling up under the covers and drifting into a fitful sleep.
The doctors office was a cold room, even by French winters' standards. Marceline sat quietly, hands on her stomach. She was two weeks late, and she knew what that meant, but she wanted it confirmed by a doctor before she told Clovis.
The doctor returned and confirmed her suspicions; she was pregnant. With joy exuding from her she returned home, jumping into her fiancé's arms and giving him the news.
Though he smiled, there was something in his eyes that said something else.
When she woke up the next morning, she reached for the father of her child, finding the bed empty besides a short note that simply stated he wasn't ready to be married or a father and was leaving her. Hot tears stained the page as the room melted away, returning her to the doctor's office. He had a grim look on his face. A look at her belly told her she was about five months, and she knew what he would say before he said it. The baby had died inside her. After surgery to remove her from the womb, the doctor informed her Of the child's gender. More tears. A name. Lorna.
Lorna.
"Lorna!"
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