Enjolras had been working extremely hard the past few weeks. He had to get everything ready for their upcoming move to help Italy, scrap up money to stay alive, and supply baby stuff for Éponine. Musichetta had some old stuff from she was a baby, so she gave it all to Enjolras. Cosette had said she would buy her stuff, and Éponine needed Musichetta's things more than her.
When Enjolras came home, Grantaire and Éponine were gone. They had gone for a walk around the streets. Enjolras looked over at the empty bed, so inviting. Temptation gave in and he flopped down on it. He said he'll just close his eyes for a second, but next thing he knew, he was fast asleep.
Grantaire and Éponine walked through the door. They looked around for Enjolras.
"He's asleep," Grantaire said, walking over to the bed.
"Finally, he's been working too hard," Éponine said. She took off Enjolras's shoes and Grantaire removed his coat. They both cuddled with Enjolras, to make him feel warmer. Besides, they wanted to take advantage of this situation. This did not come around every day.
"He's waking up," Grantaire said sleepily as Enjolras stirred.
"On three. One…two…three" Éponine said.
Both she and Grantaire got close to Enjolras's ears. "Enjolras…" they whispered on either side of him in a creepy way.
Enjolras jumped, startled. Grantaire and Éponine burst out laughing. "Don't do that," he said, yawning.
"You can never escape us, Apollo," Grantaire said, smirking.
"Oh really?" Enjolras asked, crossing his arms.
"Besides, we'll have another tormentor in a couple of months," Éponine rubbed her stomach.
"He has my genes, you know," Enjolras said.
"He also has mine," Éponine smirked. "And Grantaire's going to help raise him. So, ha!"
Enjolras looked from Grantaire to Éponine. His best friends, his lovers, his tormentors, his family. Enjolras was glad to have them, even though they were content on annoying him endlessly.