Hello lovelies! LOVING your love for the story :) 90 reviews! Makin my day! Here's chapter 17! In for some fluff, some outer musical references and some more fluff :)

Poll out: Names anyone?

Warning: Fluff... and some fowl language...

Disclaimer: I don't think Victor was a very fluffy writer...

Chapter 17: Matching

"Sir, is everything…" He didn't get to finish his statement.

"You are going to turn around, get the ambulance crew ready and take us to the hospital because if there is a God above, we will save my daughter's life."

The Paramedic was frozen for a moment, taking in the sight before her. The man towered over her petit 5' frame by at least a foot if not more. His sandy hair was disheveled and behind his worn spectacles, the most entrancing blue eyes she had ever seen were magnified. In those eyes, an fierce ocean of terror and determination. In his arms he cradled an infant, a newborn. One that was barley moving and hardly made the sounds a newborn should make, especially when confronted with the harsh sounds of reality so soon into it's existence. Taking her eyes off the still babe, she almost audibly gasped to see giant tears rolling down the man's cheeks.

"Please." He whispered, and all she could do was nod as she led the odd pair to the waiting ambulance.

"Sir, what happened? We were called for a woman in labor?" The other paramedic commented, only to back off five feet at the look of pure disdain shot at him by Combeferre.

"You're a bit late for that mate." He snapped, lifting his arms weekly to display the child.

"What's wrong?"

"She came out with the umbilical chord wrapped around her neck, we need to get air to her lungs now! I'm beyond furious at this entire system at the moment, but I'm willing to show some mercy when I finally get to giving all of you a piece of my mind if you do your F*C*ING JOB AND SAVE MY DAUGHTER'S LIFE!" He cried, causing the entire ambulance crew to jump.

"We have some oxygen masks and tanks here, but they might be too,"

"With the right amount given at a slow rate, it'll be perfect." Combeferre growled. "Now drive."

The driver nodded weakly and brought the truck to life. Cradling the child as carefully as he could, he nodded to the paramedic to come with the mask. Placing it gently on his daughter's face, he began to move the knob slowly, monitoring the rising numbers carefully, watching the child's movements with anticipation.

"Come on ma petite, mon ange, you can do it. You have to meet your Mama, who you're gonna look just like. And you have to meet your brother, he doesn't have the flair for dramatics that you have petite, but you two have been long waited for. And your uncles, well, I don't have words to describe them, but are you going to be a spoiled little girl, but please, please ma fille, take a breath and let me hear you cry." He sent up a silent prayer, stroking his daughter's cheek and watching her chest rise and fall slowly. After moments of silence, with the paramedics watching with baited breath and tears flowing freely down the new father's cheeks, a small cough filled the ambulance, followed by a shrill scream.

Combeferre nearly collapsed at the beauty of that sound. Never before had he been so grateful to hear shrill crying than when he heard his son and daughter take their first breath of life.

The infant wailed for a few more moments before calming slightly and blinking in the light of her new surroundings. Combeferre gazed in wonder as his daughter took in the world, and he openly sobbed when a pair of bright ocean blue eyes met his own.

"Welcome to the world, ma belle fille." As the paramedics watched out, nearly blubbering at the scene before them, Combeferre knelt by the gurney his daughter rested on and gently pressed his lips to her forehead, letting his joyous tears run on her tuft of dark chestnut hair.

While all seemed well in the ambulance, nearly all hell had broken loose at the café once Combeferre had stormed off.

"Where the hell is he going?" Musichetta demanded, fury seeping into her electric green eyes.

"He went ahead to the hospital, he clearly knew what he was doing." Joly supplied, patting his girlfriend gently on the shoulder.

"But what about Ép? What's wrong with her? Why's she passed out?" Bahorel questioned rapidly, moving to the young woman's side to check her pulse. The blanket Joly had been using to cover her had now fallen over her legs, which were sprawled out over the table, her hair stuck to her forehead and her arms were splayed, she quite frankly looked exhausted.

"It's not common, but it's not unheard of to faint after childbirth. Especially in this situation, Ép's been put through a lot of stress in a short amount of time, I mean both children came out relatively quickly, and two weeks early. Not to mention the stress from the encounter earlier and the baby coming out with the umbilical chord wrapped around her neck." Joly continued to explain, but Cosette piped up.

"Her? It's a girl?" She asked excitedly, clapping her hands at the prospect of her own winnings because she totally called dual genders months ago.

"Oh, sorry, forgot to mention." Joly sighed, squeezing the bridge of his nose, exhausted in his own right.

"What about this little guy?" Jehan asked, he was perched on Courfeyac's lap, gently rocking the little boy who was now sleeping soundly, his little fingers gripped onto Jehan's outstretched index finger.

"Well, we better get him and Ép to the hospital, to make sure they're both alright." Enjolras decided, moving to lift Éponine from the table.

"Taire, can you pull my car around?" The artist nodded and left the café.

Filled with silence as everyone started shuffling to collect things and get ready to leave, they heard muffled sniffling by the couches.

Gavroche, who had been quiet for a majority of the whole ordeal, had large tears running down his reddened cheeks. He wanted to hide his tears, but he had no more effort, it had been a long day.

Carefully moving Jehan the infant off his lap, Courfeyac moved to crouch in front of the boy.

"Gav, buddy, what's wrong?"

"Is Ponine gonna be ok Courf?" He met Courfeyac's bright coffee eyes with his own watery blue ones and the look nearly shattered Courfeyac's heart.

"She's fine bud, she just fainted, that's all."

"And the baby?" He whispered, fear now slipping into his normally excited eyes.

"I have a good feeling Combeferre knew exactly what he was doing, so I think our niece is going to be ok." Courfeyac smiled, but Gav's lip continued to tremble.

"Coof, the bad guys, why'd they come back?"

"I don't know Gav, the mean man didn't like Ponine and didn't like her babies either. What happened was someone's bad choice, but don't worry mon petit, no one's gonna harm you, not while I'm around." He pulled Gav into a hug and placed a quick kiss on the boy's crown. Once their touching moment was over, Grantaire pulled around with Enjolras's car. He, Bahorel and Jehan all piled into the red beamer; Enjolras and Bahorel with Éponine sprawled over their lap in the back, and Jehan cradling the infant in the front.

"Come on little one," Jehan cooed, stroking the boy's cheek ever so slightly, smiling the babe wriggled in his sleep. "It's high time we brought you to meet you sister and daddy."

There you have it! Not my best ending, but hey... it's not a cliffe! So leave a comment/review/follow/fav, whatever floats your boat, and i shall be back real soon :)

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