The months went by and Éponine and Cosette's stomachs were growing rather big. Éponine's stomach was nearly twice the size of Cosette's.
Grantaire was sitting next to Éponine, talking about this and that. Grantaire was slowly becoming sober, since he promised to try. Éponine was advised against drinking and Enjolras wasn't much of a drinker so their house was slowly becoming alcohol free.
Grantaire eyed Éponine's huge stomach. "You can put your hand on the baby if you want," Éponine said, smiling. Grantaire rolled his eyes, but a second later he put his hand on her stomach. He frowned as he felt something kick him from inside of it.
"The baby kicked me!" Grantaire cried, incredulous.
"Aw, he likes you," Éponine said.
"He? How do you know it's a he?" Grantaire raised his eyebrows.
"I don't, but at least it's better than calling the baby an it," Éponine narrowed her eyes.
"So he shows his love by kicking people?" Grantaire clarified.
"What are you two talking about?" Enjolras asked, walking inside their place.
"The baby kicked Grantaire," Éponine said. "He put his hand on my stomach."
"That's my child," Enjolras chuckled. He kissed Éponine and ruffled Grantaire's hair. "So, you two have been bonding, huh?"
"Yeah, we're pretty much like siblings. Except for the dirty jokes we constantly make," Éponine said, grinning.
"And you have to deal with both of us," Grantaire's grin was identical to Éponine's.
Enjolras surveyed them for a moment and then sighed. "We're never going to have boring days with you two."