Cosette frowned as she checked Éponine. Éponine wasn't doing too good.
"I think she's sick," Cosette said.
Grantaire paled. "Sick? She can't be sick."
"Marius is going to go out and buy medicine," Cosette said, wearily. Grantaire felt bad for her. Cosette was exhausted, as she had to look after Éponine and three babies. She was also the wet nurse, since Éponine was too small, frail, and unconscious to feed her children.
"Why don't you rest for a bit," Grantaire said. "Musichetta's coming over soon, and Enjolras and I can take care of them until she gets here."
"Are you sure?" Cosette asked.
Grantaire nodded. "You're exhausted. You've been a big help, and now your reward is your nice comfy bed where you can sleep uninterrupted."
"Thanks," Cosette hugged Grantaire. Marius escorted her home, where she fell asleep at once.
Enjolras, meanwhile, was in the bedroom, watching Éponine sleep. He kept checking her pulse and making sure she was okay. Éponine moaned and opened her eyes.
"How do you feel?" Enjolras asked, frowning.
Éponine weakly grinned. "Okay. I could be better."
"You're sick," Enjolras said, miserable. He kissed her forehead, which was very warm. He went over and placed a damp rag on her forehead.
"The baby…" Éponine whispered, anxious.
Enjolras chuckled. "Twins, 'Ponine."
"Twins?" Éponine's eyes were alight.
"Yes, Maximilien and Charlotte," Enjolras said, smiling. "Both are beautiful, just like you."
Éponine grinned. "You named our son after Robespierre?" Enjolras chuckled and wiped her hair from her forehead. Éponine sighed, "They look like you, don't they?"
"Honestly, they're a mix. Maximilien has brown eyes and blonde hair. Charlotte has brown hair and blue eyes," Enjolras said.
"Which one is older?" Éponine asked.
"Maximilien, but not by a lot," Enjolras said.
"I'll see them…after I sleep…" Éponine began closing her eyes.
Enjolras bit his lip. He kissed her softly, "Wake up soon."