A/N: Some suggestive stuff in this chapter. Oh and last chapter was set in May, so this chapter is set in May too.
Éponine dragged Grantaire out of the café and to a quiet spot on the street.
"How are you still alive?!" She asked, still faintly.
"Are you okay, you seem uneasy," Grantaire said. Éponine sighed, and sat down. Grantaire sat down next to her.
"So?" she asked.
"Hello, to you too," Grantaire said, sarcastically.
"I saw your dead body," Éponine said.
"You saw my limp, unconscious body," Grantaire corrected. He sighed. "I was basically dead, 'Ponine. I was so close to Heaven, but then, someone decided to save me. He was a doctor. I'm pretty scarred up, but I'm alive. I was sober for a bit, but I'm now drunk again."
"Why didn't you come find us?!" Éponine demanded. "You were right here! And I don't think it took you nearly a year to heal."
"I've been watching you guys," Grantaire admitted. "I just didn't have the courage. Besides, Enjolras likes me better dead."
"That is not true, R," Éponine said.
Grantaire shrugged, "Now what?"
"Now you're going to see Enjolras," Éponine said.
"It'll be better if I don't," Grantaire said tiredly.
"No it won't," Éponine said. "What are you afraid of?"
"He's going to see me drunk, and shun me," Grantaire said.
Éponine hugged Grantaire, but winced when he hugged back harder.
Grantaire pulled away and frowned. "'Ponine, are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, I just feel sick…" Éponine trailed off, unsure whether to tell Grantaire. If anyone else should know, it should be Grantaire. "…I'm pregnant," she said quietly.
Saying Grantaire was shocked might have been an understatement. "Are you serious!? Wow! With Enjolras's baby, right?"
Éponine nodded.
"Funny, I thought if you did it with a god you burned up. You seem perfectly fine. So, you're carrying around a demigod," Grantaire paused. "I'm happy for you, but honestly, who knew Enjolras was able to do it?"
Éponine managed a weak laugh. "A year of doing nothing is hard on him. We only did it like twice, but that was enough apparently. Anyway, he's freaking out, you know him. Are you sure you're okay with it?"
Grantaire rolled his eyes. "I'm fine with it, just a little surprised. Still can't believe Enjolras actually did it with you? Was he good?"
Éponine snorted, "Amazing, you should do it with him too."
"I plan on it," Grantaire joked. "Are you sure you aren't a goddess?"
"Positive," Éponine said. "Speaking of Enjolras, I would suggest trying to become sober now that you're back."
"I'm working on it," Grantaire said, dismissively.
"No, you're not," Éponine frowned. She stood up and held out her hand to help Grantaire up. "We're going home." Grantaire sighed and got up. Éponine frowned and hugged him again. "It'll be okay, R."
Grantaire nodded. Éponine led him to Enjolras's place. She stopped in front of the door.
"Wait here, I'll talk to him first," Éponine said, slipping inside.
Grantaire only had to wait for a little bit before the door was thrown open. He saw a quick glimpse of Enjolras staring at him with a look of pure shock on his face, before Enjolras threw himself at Grantaire and hugged him tightly. Grantaire was surprised to hear crying coming from Enjolras.