Hey all! Here's chapter three! I'm so glad all of you seem to be enjoying baby!Enjolras so far, because I sure love writing him! Hope you all like this chapter!

~Rosey

Chapter Three:

"And there's the end of chapter three," Combeferre smiled as he looked over the top of Gulliver's Travels at the tiny blond boy still sitting at his feet.

Enjolras tried hard to suppress a yawn, blinking heavily, nodding. "Mmm. I liked that chapter best so far."

"I did too," Combeferre chuckled warmly, setting the book aside and getting to his feet, with the intention of carrying Enjolras to bed.

Julien's big blue eyes blinked up in worry as the older boy stood. "You're leaving?" He said this with all the fear of a child far too used to people going away.

Etienne grinned warmly and shook his head, stooping to put his hands under Enjolras's arms to scoop him up. "No. I'm going to put you in bed."

The blond pouted sleepily. "You may not put me to bed like a child."

Combeferre laughed fondly, sitting cross legged beside Enjolras. "Oh, alright then. I won't. But I don't think the floor is very comfortable."

After a moment of silence, Enjolras blinked up at Combeferre again. "'Ferre?"

"Hmm?"

"Please come back tomorrow? Please? You can read more words out loud. And you can even sit on my floor with me to read it," Enjolras spoke in an almost reverent whisper, looking as if he breathed wrong the older boy would stomp out of the room and never come back.

Combeferre had to grin once more at the cuteness. "Of course I will come back tomorrow."

"Thank you, 'Ferre," the blond offered him a small smile, shifting a little on the ground. "I am sorry if I'm troubling you..."

This sounded painfully quoted, and Combeferre bit his lip. "Not at all, little one. Not at all."

Julien looked up at this, highly offended. "I'm not little!"

Combeferre chuckled warmly. "No. Of course you aren't. My apologies."

Enjolras looked confused, as if never having been on the other side of an apology before. He bit his lip, thinking of the proper way to respond. "Um... It's quite alright. You are forgiven."

Etienne smiled at him. "Thank you."

The younger child gave a little nod. "You're welcome." He then yawned sleepily again, his curls flopping into his eyes.

Combeferre grinned at him fondly, looking at the clock which read 8:45. Awfully late for a five-year-old to be up. "When are you going to sleep?"

Enjolras looked up at him through his mane of golden hair. "When're you leaving?"

"In about fifteen minutes," Etienne glanced back at the clock, then at the small child on the floor.

"Then I will stay awake until you leave," Julien spoke defiantly, though he had to swallow another yawn as he spoke.

"Alright," Combeferre had to resist ruffling his hair. "But if you fall asleep, I won't be offended."

Enjolras looked surprised. "It's rude to sleep you know. When other people are over, or if you have things to do."

"Well, I think I could let it slip."

"I will wait until you leave."

Combeferre took a little breath, and then nodded. "Alright. But... I don't know if I'll be able to stay awake that long. All that reading wore me out."

Enjolras bit his little lip. "Oh. Well... If you fall asleep, I might be able to as well. Maybe."

Etienne nodded, and fake yawned in a shockingly believable manner. "Well I may have to close my eyes for a few minutes until I have to leave."

The blond pointed to his bed. "You may use my bed if you like."

Combeferre shook his head. "It would be terribly rude of me to have the bed and you have the floor."

Enjolras shook his head. "But you're the guest."

"And you live here."

"But I'm the host. And I don't want to be a burden to you." And with that, Enjolras went decisively to the bed, grabbed a pillow, and curled up on the floor, back to Combeferre.

Combeferre frowned, deciding he didn't like hearing those words from the mouth of such a tiny boy. Sighing, he grabbed another pillow and a blanket, draping the blanket across Enjolras and then laying down a few feet away from the blond. "Alright then. We'll both sleep on the floor."

But the small blond child didn't answer, having already fallen asleep, as soon as his head hit the pillow. Combeferre smiled at the dozing boy and soon found himself drifting off as well.

XXXX

Later that evening, Enjolras woke up, a little sore from sitting on the floor, peering into the darkness and seeing Combeferre was gone. Much to his surprise, he felt a small bubble of panic rise in him at the though of Etienne leaving even for the night. What if he never came back, like the others? What if he got mad at Enjolras for falling asleep and left for good? What if...?

Suddenly, the door opened and Madame Enjolras stepped into the room, no older than twenty-four, her blond hair loose down her back, her beautiful face lit with the candle in her hand. She smiled when she saw her precious baby boy was awake, and she went over to kneel by him. "Hello, Julien!"

Enjolras smiled back, and swallowed back his fears about Combeferre. "Hello. How are you?"

"I'm wonderful," she smiled, kissing his nose lovingly. "Darling, why are you on the floor?"

Julien smiled proudly up at her, bouncing up and down a little on his bum. "I was a good host!"

"I'm so proud of you honey," Madame Enjolras beamed. "But I still don't understand why you're on the floor."

The small boy stuck out his tongue a little in concentration. "Com... Combe... Combef... 'Ferre. He said he was tired and I wanted him to have the bed, so I slept on the floor!"

His mother smiled and pulled him onto her lap, holding him close to her. "How considerate of you!"

Julien nodded and beamed up at her. "I didn't cause any trouble for him at all, Maman! Maybe he'll keep coming back!" His little face was heartbreakingly hopeful, and Madame Enjolras squeezed him tightly, resting her chin in his curls.

"Of course he will. You are an angel, darling."

"No I'm not," Enjolras shook his head a little, burying closer against her. "I'm just a boy."

"You're my angel," she whispered, kissing his head lovingly, frowning as she thought of her husband and the source of her son's fears.

Julien gave a little nod, though he still didn't look fully convinced. "Okay. May I go to bed now please?"

Madame Enjolras scooped him up and put him in bed, pillow, blanket, and all. "Of course, sweetheart."

Julien gave her a smile. "Thank you very much."

She kissed his forehead, and then gave him a mischievous smile. "What? No hug for your Maman?"

Enjolras's smile grew even wider and he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, burying his head in her nightdress.

Madame Enjolras hugged him tightly for a moment, and then began to tickle him. Julien laughed gleefully, trying to pull away. "That's not fair!"

She kept tickling him, laughing as well. "What isn't? You could have done the same to me?"

"Could have too!" Enjolras managed between giggles. "I'm just too nice to do it!"

She stopped tickling him and held him close to her again, carding her fingers through his curls. "I love you, mon fis. So much."

The tiny boy hugged her back, talking in an adorably professional tone. "Thank you very much."

Madame Enjolras squeezed him tightly, and then began to tuck him in, pulling his blanket up to his chin. "You are most welcome."

The small child blinked up at her through the candle light. "Maman?"

"Yes dear?"

"Umm... Papa's not going to be home for a long time, is he?"

Madame Enjolras gave a small frown, tucking a golden curl behind her son's ear. "No, sweetheart. He isn't."

Julien gave a nod. "Okay. Thank you. Just wondering."

She finished tucking him in and kissed his nose. "But I'll be here."

"Well yes of course," Enjolras nodded, latching onto his teddy bear tightly. "You're always here. That's why you're special."

The young mother smiled and smoothed his hair with an almost painful amount of love. "You're special too."

Julien yawned sleepily. "I am?"

"Mmmhmm. You're the most special person I know."

Enjolras popped up at this, his sleepy eyes happy. "Really?"

She giggled and gently pushed him back down against his mountain of pillows. "Yes."

He beamed sleepily, yawned again, and blinked heavily up at her. "You know who else is special? 'Ferre. He came back, and he's even coming back tomorrow most probably."

Madame Enjolras gave her son an almost sad smile. "Yes. He is special too. Do you like him?"

Her son nodded. "I think so. But don't tell him." He gave her another little serious nod. "It's a secret."

She grinned back at him, lovingly. "Of course. It's our little secret."

And with that, she sat down on the bed next to him, pulling him into her lap, and began to hum her precious son a lullaby, rocking him gently, feeling more blessed than she had in a very long time.

If only moments like this could last forever.

End of chapter three! I hope you all enjoyed baby!jolras as much as I love writing him!

If you liked it, or have advice on how to improve it, please review!

Stay revolutionary!

~Rosey