A/N: Some suggestive stuff in this chapter.
"How did you…survive?" Enjolras asked him. They were all siting on the couch, Grantaire in the middle of the three.
Grantaire repeated what he had told Éponine.
"I…just can't believe it," Enjolras said. He took a deep breath and then smiled. "Thanks for coming back."
Grantaire nodded as guilt swept over him.
"So, where have you been staying?" Éponine asked him.
"The streets," Grantaire said.
"What?!" Enjolras looked appalled.
"Well, you're staying here now," Éponine said.
"No, I don't want to be a hassle," Grantaire said.
Enjolras put a hand on his shoulder, "R, you're our friend. You're welcome here."
"Alright," Grantaire mumbled. "I'll sleep on the couch."
"No! You've been sleeping on the streets for who knows how long! You need a bed!" Enjolras said.
"Yeah, well, I don't think you have two beds. And 'Ponine's pregnant, she needs the bed!" Grantaire said.
"I can sleep on the couch," Éponine said, dismissively.
"No!" Enjolras and Grantaire said at the same time. The argument continued for a little while.
"Fine, I have a solution! You two take the bed, I'll take the couch," Enjolras said at last.
"Sure I won't take your girl?" Grantaire smirked.
Éponine laughed. "Yeah, Enjolras, I can easily choose," she grinned evilly.
"You two are disturbing," Enjolras said.
Grantaire and Éponine yawned and went over to the bed to climb in it. Enjolras snuggled up on the coach and immediately fell asleep.
"You're going to stay here, right?" Éponine asked him.
"Yeah," Grantaire nodded.
Éponine turned to face him. "R, seriously."
Grantaire sighed and stared at the ceiling. "Should I give up on Enjolras?"
"Of course not!" Éponine said.
"But you two…" Grantaire started uncertainly.
"Enjolras has more history with you," Éponine cut in.
"I assume we can still be in a relationship," Grantaire said, slowly.
"Yeah, you'll two be in the relationship, and I'll supply the babies," Éponine joked.
Grantaire laughed loudly. "If you want."
Éponine was laughing as well. "I'll switch back and forth from Enjolras to you."
Grantaire raised his eyebrows. "Can you take my massive—" He stopped when Éponine threw a pillow at his face.
"Shut up!" she nearly screamed.
Grantaire threw the pillow back, and a full-out war started. Éponine just punched Grantaire in the jaw when a throat cleared. They both looked at Enjolras standing at the foot of the bed.
"Can you please try to keep it down?" He asked, tiredly.
"No!" Éponine cried and threw a pillow at him.
"That's it," Enjolras got in the bed in between them. "Here, I'll be a barrier."
"The marble shield that's-not-really-necessary-because-I-know-you're- ticklish-on-your-sides-get-him-R," Éponine said the last part really fast.
Grantaire immediately started tickling Enjolras. Éponine giggled and joined in.
"Stop it," Enjolras said, in between laughs. Finally, he gave up struggling and just became a dead weight.
They ended the fight by cuddling and falling asleep. Éponine was in the middle, being hugged by Grantaire and Enjolras. Enjolras's head was on top of Éponine's, and Grantaire's head was on top of his, buried into the golden locks. All of their hands were overlapping and intertwined.
Jehan pouted. "Please can I go down to see them?"
Courfeyrac frowned. He eventually sighed. "Ok then, get the other boys."
The seven Les Amis boys gathered around and headed down to Earth, as ghosts.
"Where are they?" Feuilly asked.
"Probably Enjolras's flat," Combeferre said.
The boys went over to the flat. They entered it and walked to the bed, where they saw the three beings in the bed, sleeping.
"Aw," Jehan smiled.
"Enjolras's love life is getting more complicated than Marius's," Bahorel remarked.
"And we won't miss a minute of it," Courfeyrac grinned.
Bossuet stepped closer, and managed to glide through a table.
"It's a good thing you're a ghost," Joly said, as Bossuet stepped back.
"Oh, Gavroche wants to come next time," Courfeyrac said to Combeferre.
"Does he really need a chaperone?" Bahorel asked, frowning.
"We're his family now. Family looks out for each other, even after death," Courfeyrac said.
"We'll let him see Éponine next time," Combeferre said.
"We should go," Feuilly said, looking outside. It was going from I-can't-see-anything dark to I-think-there's-a-blob-right-there dark. They cast a ghostly light around the room, which fell upon their three friends.
One by one, they went back up, leaving the Earth. Combeferre went last, pausing first. He went over to them and touched their hands. They all shivered slightly, as if they could feel his presence in their dreams. Combeferre smiled sadly and left.