LOVELIES! I am SOO sorry it's been an age! School's been hectic, midterms and all... but here is chapter 19! Names are revealed (I did take your suggestions :) ) and MAJOR fluff is ahead!

Also, next q, besides the obvious Enj/Taire, who should the Godparents be? I'm up for the usual 2 or the English 4... or the Prince George 6... you're guys choice :)

Warning: FLUFF

Disclaimer: Nope...

Chapter 19: In a Name

Three floors above the gift shop Éponine was wheeled into a private room off the maternity ward. Inside she found Combeferre, sitting in a hospital rocking chair, cradling their baby girl. Clutching her baby boy tighter and fighting back tears, she urged the attendant to be quiet as he wheeled her in.

Combeferre was lost in amazement. Once they had successfully arrived at the hospital they took his baby girl in for several tests, during which he was hovering outside the room, demanding he'd get to hold his daughter right away, anger still sizzling from everything that had happened earlier. Once she was out of tests, and miraculously healthy despite the panic of her birth, they brought the father and daughter into a private room and let Combeferre be alone with his little girl. Combeferre couldn't remember a time where he had cried more in his life. She was honestly the most beautiful thing in the world, with his beautiful Ponine's face and hair, but his eyes. Nothing made his heart swell more. Well, until a soft knock came at the door.

"Monsieur Combeferre? Some people want to visit you." He looked up to see Éponine being pushed into the room by an attending, their son cradled expertly to her chest. Correction, now he couldn'tve cried more in his life.

Once they had Éponine settled on the bed and both babies in her arms, the attending left.

"Oh Ferre," She breathed, not even minding the tears that slipped from her eyes anymore.

"They're the most beautiful things in the world." Combeferre nodded, planting a long awaited kiss on his beloved's forehead.

"They are indeed Ponine, and they're ours."

"Ours." She whispered. "Ferre, she has your eyes." She marveled at her baby girl's luscious eyes, just like her Daddy's.

"But she has your face Ponine, and your hair."

"He has your hair and your face Ferre." She smiled, handing him his son. Combeferre took the little boy close to his chest, nearly blubbering at the sight of his Ponine's eyes.

"Hello petit homme." He whispered, pressing his lips to his son's forehead.

"He's gonna look like you Ferre." She whispered, her eyes never leaving the little girl wriggling impatiently in her arms.

"Ah, ma Cherie, you've got more of momma in you than hair and nose." Éponine laughed, waving her pinky in her daughter's face, laughing when the little girl attempted to grab it.

Meanwhile, as Combeferre marveled at his little boy, he laughed when he realized the little bugger had dozed off already, something he was infamous for, not only as a child, but through uni as well.

"Oh dear, Mon petit homme."

"What?" Éponine asked, suddenly worried.

"He's got my sleeping gene."

"Oh Ferre," She smiled, taking him in a long kiss. "They're both perfect."

"Yeah, and they're ours Ponine," He whispered into her hair, sliding one arm around her, curling his son closer to him.

"All ours." He breathed, feeling absolutely over the moon about how perfect his soon to be wife and children were. How wonderfully perfect his family was, and yes, he was counting the band of misfits three floors below. Everyone of them was perfectly unique and he was damn glad he helped a bruised Enjolras in first grade, and later a far too happy Courfeyac in 3rd, and the rest of them throughout middle and high school. But the moment he was most thankful for was the day a love struck young girl trailed in behind Marius during an infant meeting sophomore year. But that love story is for a different time.

"Ferre?" Éponine spoke, breaking his blissful train of thought.

"Hmm?" He hummed. Finding himself drifting off, the pressure and craze of the day finally catching up to him.

"Babe, are we gonna name them?"

That brought Combeferre out of his attempt of a nap.

"Of course Ponine."

"Can we do it now?" She whispered, looking up at him with her large doe eyes, the ones their daughter was sure to have.

"Have you thought of any names? I mean we've only known of their gender for several hours, and you never wanted to mention names before hand and please don't say Pebble…"

"Benjamin." Éponine spoke, cutting her rambling fiancé off.

"Pardon?"

"I've always loved the name Benjamin, and unless those baby naming sites and books lied, it's Hebrew for 'son of the right hand', which is what you are." She finished quietly, biting her lip; afraid he didn't like the name.

"Benjamin was my grandfather's name." Combeferre whispered. Éponine waited patiently for him to continue.

"My grand père and he was my best friend." He met his love's eyes, tears in his own.

"He would be honored if we named his first great-grandson after him." Éponine smiled, placing a kiss on his cheek before turning her attention back to their son, their little Ben.

"Benjamin Henri Combeferre." Éponine tested, looking to her fiancé for guidance.

"The handsomest boy's name I've ever heard." Combeferre declared, pecking Éponine forehead.

"And what of our little princess?" Éponine questioned, stroking her miracle's cheek, laughing as the little girl squirmed and attempted to reach her mother's fingers.

"I know of a perfect name for her." Combeferre said, bursting that his love had already mentioned the meaning.

"Sarah, it means princess in Hebrew." Éponine smiled at her fiancé before looking back down at her baby.

"I think I've got a middle name worthy of our family." She whispered before testing the full name.

"Sarah Aimee Combeferre."

"Loved Princess?" Combeferre quirked an eyebrow, wondering when his beloved had learned the meaning of all these names.

"Fitting, don't you think? Sarah Aimee, un enfant Amis?

"Beautiful." He agreed, pulling his family closer to him.

"Do we fetch the uncles or revel in the rare bliss of the moment?" Éponine wondered aloud, tapping Benjamin's nose, and pressing a gentle kiss to Sarah's brow.

"I fear they might make their own decision if we make them wait any longer. One that might involve paying a hefty debt to the hospital for damaged property."

"Would you like to do the honors or do you want to send a text?" Éponine mused, curling her children closer to her chest.

"Seeing as my phone is back at the café, I'll go fetch them." He gently placed both babies in Éponine's arms before rising from the bed, but Éponine's hand stopped him.

"Ferre?"

"Yes mon amour?"

"How did you know what to do?"

He paused for a moment, wondering to himself why he hadn't told anyone before. It wasn't like it was troubling secret or life changing, just a little known fact that he hadn't even thought of telling his friends. Well, except until the moment the unknown fact saved his daughter's life. He opened his mouth to answer, but a chubby nurse bustled into the room, smiling widely.

"Hello there M. and Mme. Combeferre." Combeferre quirked an eyebrow at Éponine, who simply shrugged. "I'm sorry to bug, but if it's alright with you two, I need to take your little bundles for a quick check up and weigh in, is that alright with you?"

The couple eyed each other, before looking down at their now dozing babies.

"I can go get the Amis, we should really tear them away from the gift shop, and the rest of the hospital staff." Combeferre sighed.

"It'll be quick right?" Éponine questioned, not willing to let her children out of her sight for very long.

"At most ten minuets." The nurse responded, pushing the cribs into the room and moving to take the sleeping twins.

Éponine hesitated as she handed Benjamin and then Sarah to the nurse, but she felt safe with Combeferre's arm around her shoulders.

"I'll pop down and get them then?" Combeferre asked, watching as the nurse pushed his children down the hall.

Éponine nodded warily, letting her head fall back onto the pillows.

"Maybe I'll nap for a bit." She sighed, letting her eyes slip shut.

"You try my dear." He chuckled, pressing a gentle kiss to her brow.

Back down at the gift shop, Combeferre stood in the doorway, frozen in appreciation and shock at the sight before him.

Bahorel and Bousset stood at the register, pushing nearly every stuffed animal and plush from the shelves at the sales clerk, who looked about ready to punch someone. Joly was beside them, fussing over the amount of germs the lurk on hospital gift shop toys. Enjolras was smiling at Grantaire, who was perched in the corner, drawing little doodles in what appeared to be a very large card. Jehan scribbled in a brand new note book, two actually, one pink and one blue, while Courfeyac listened dutifully to Gavroche as the little boy narrated through which candies were best. Cosette and Musichetta were inspecting the fuzzy robes and Pajamas, muttering how all Ép needed now was a good glass of wine, while Feuilly was in the corner, spouting all the details to Azelma, who was no doubt on the train at this moment, coming in to see her new niece and nephew. Combeferre couldn't have felt more part of a loving family than he had in that moment. Sure, he loved his parents, but he was an only child, the Amis were more his family than anything else. And he was overjoyed his children, already with a sibling (not even counting Gav.), were going to grow up surrounded by love, care, and protection.

Moving farther into the shop, he cleared his throat, earning the attention of the crowd before him. They watched him for a moment, curious as to what he was going to say.

"Guys," He started, unable to contain his happiness. "I'm a Dad. I'm a dad to a little boy and a little girl."

Despite the fact he was stating the obvious, and they had all already seen both children, if for only a moment, they welcomed the statement with applause and cheers. Enjolras was the first to meet him.

"Congrats mon Ami, you and Ép are lucky to have each other and your children. I don't tell you this often enough," Enjolras paused, tears welling in his eyes. "But I'm honored to call you my best friend."

Combeferre couldn't find words; he simply buried his head in his friend's shoulder, pulling him in tighter.

Finally, after receiving hugs from every member, he offered.

"Would you lot like to meet my twins?"

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Until next time!