Joly had gone down to visit Marius, Cosette, and Josephine. He was very proud of Musichetta for delivering the baby. Joly went to go check on the others. He paused at the foot of Enjolras's bed where Enjolras, Éponine, and Grantaire were sleeping. He focused on Éponine, who was awake. She looked like she was in pain. Joly started to realize that Éponine was entering labor. The pain was probably not bad and she must think it was a false alarm. But Joly knew it was the real thing. Joly went over to Grantaire. He put a hand on Grantaire's forehead. Grantaire, shivering at this ghost touch, awoke suddenly.

Grantaire frowned at the darkness. He could hear someone whimpering beside him.

"'Ponine? What's wrong?" he asked, moving his hand over to hold her hand.

"I'm fine," Éponine's weak voice drifted over to him.

Grantaire froze as he touched something wet. "Are you bleeding?"

Éponine didn't respond.

"You're giving birth!" Grantaire got up and lit some candles. "Enjolras, wake up!"

Enjolras rubbed sleep from his eyes. "It's in the middle of the night!"

"'Ponine's giving birth! I need you to get Musichetta and Cosette!" Grantaire said.

Enjolras jumped out of the bed and ran outside.

Musichetta had seen the look on Enjolras's face and knew right away what was happening. She ran over to their house as Enjolras went to Marius's house.

Marius was frowning, "Enjolras, why are you here?"

"'Ponine's having the baby!"

"Now?" Marius was confused.

"Yes, right now! Grantaire's with her," Enjolras said, panicking.

"Well then, we'd better go," Cosette had come down with little Josephine in her arms.

All three of the Pontmercys went with Enjolras. Musichetta was already taking care of Éponine, and Grantaire was holding Éponine's hand.

"Marius, take Josephine. Enjolras go with him. R, go as well," Cosette said. Grantaire nodded and gently pried his hand away from Éponine's.

"No, please don't go," Éponine said in between her cries of pan. She grabbed Grantaire's hand again. Cosette nodded once to let Grantaire know he could stay if he didn't watch and didn't make a sound. Grantaire smoothed Éponine's hair from her face.

Enjolras was pacing. "Is it supposed to be this frightening?" he asked Marius.

Marius chuckled and looked down at Josephine, who was sleeping peacefully. "Yes but it's worth it. When you hold your child in your arms for the very first time, there's no greater happiness."

Enjolras briefly smiled before pacing again. He was worried beyond normal. What if something went wrong? What if one of them died? What if…? Enjolras shook those thoughts from his mind.

Hours passed and still there wasn't any news. At one point, they heard Cosette cry out. Josephine slept on, and Enjolras held her for a little bit. He gave her back to Marius and kept pacing.

Marius sat on the sofa, since they were in the living room. "You should rest, it's going to be awhile," he told Enjolras.

"What if they're done when I'm asleep?" Enjolras asked, scowling.

"Then I'll wake you," Marius said simply.

Enjolras sat down, but didn't relax.

Dawn was starting when Cosette called out that they could come in.

Enjolras raced in and stopped short when he saw the scene before him. Éponine was unconscious in the bed, a bunch of blankets on her. Grantaire was putting a wet rag on her forehead. Enjolras went over to Cosette, where she held a small bundle in her arms. He froze when he saw Musichetta, another bundle in her arms.

"Twins," Musichetta grinned.

Cosette was holding a boy. He had brown eyes and the little hair he had was blonde. Musichetta was holding a girl with blue eyes and some brown hair.

Enjolras, Éponine, and Grantaire had already spent some time debating baby names. "Maximilien and Charlotte," he said. Grantaire grinned.