Enjolras was excited. He was going to ask Éponine to marry him. It was the Twentieth of October, and he had chosen to work alone for this next stage. After all, it's not like he was going to have Combeferre and Courfeyrac there with him at the main point. They hadn't initiated a meeting, so he guessed we was to go at it alone. He was ready, he remembered all the things they had planned, and he was an expert orator. It would be fine.

But, then again, as him and Éponine got in their bed for the night, pulling the covers up, Enjolras started to worry. Maybe she wouldn't like the ring, I mean, he was no expert at jewellery, he could have gotten the opposite to what she wanted. Éponine could be picky at times, and he didn't want to have messed up on the symbol of their engagement. Éponine would be furious.

Also, what if she didn't like the way in which he had planned the setting. The first time to say 'I love you' in a relationship was a big deal, right? It was in his mind, and Éponine seemed to have liked it when it happened. The park was where it happened, and it happened on the Twenty- first, so that was where and when he should do it, right? Right? But it was getting cold, what if she just wanted to stay in the house and watch 'Friends' re-runs all night? And how was he going to convince her to come to the park with him? Would she even remember the significance of the date and place? What if she thought it as stupid?

Or maybe she wouldn't like his speech. He had opted to improvise, but Éponine had always found plot holes in his speeches, always questioning him about them. Maybe he should have planned it out- written it down somewhere. His friends had said he should just improvise, but what if that wasn't enough? He liked structure, he was comfortable with structure. But what if he couldn't even explain what he wanted to say? He had struggled to tell his friends, how was he going to make up a speech on the spot with the love of his life sat expectantly in front of him? God, he was screwed!

Or what if- no. It was too scary to even think about. What if she just flat out rejected him because- because it was just him? What if she just didn't want to get married? Enjolras thought they were ready. He sure as hell wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, and he thought Éponine would like to spend it with him too. Four years of dating- despite a few rough patches, arguments, and one day break ups- is a long time, almost six years of knowing each other is a lot too. Surely she'd like to marry him. But what if she just wasn't ready? They had spoken about it before, and Éponine had said that she would like to become a wife eventually. She had never specifically said that she wanted to marry him, he had just assumed- oh, god. She didn't want to marry him. This was a dead end plan, there was no way it was going to work. He loved her, and he was ninety- nice percent sure that she loved him as well, but what if that wasn't enough?

The terror in his thoughts must have shown on his face, because she took his hand and smiled confusedly at him. He looked at her, but couldn't shake the utter fear inside him.

"Enj', are you okay?" She squeezed his hand and smiled at him.

"You love me, right?" He asked abruptly, watching her face contort into shock.

Her mouth opened and closed a couple of times. "Of course I do, Enjolras. Why would you think I didn't?" She turned to face him fully, and he moved to face her as well.

"I just want you to be really sure, and I need you to tell me the truth." He said softly, squeezing her hand and looking at her intently.

"Enjolras, I love you." She said clearly, keeping eye contact with him while she said it.

He nodded at her, and a small smile made its way onto his face. "I love you, too, 'Ponine."

She smiled back. "Are you sure you're okay?"

He laid down and pulled her with him, turning onto his side and tucking her into his front. "I'm great." He gently assured her.

He was feeling better, but the feel of nervousness was still sat in the pit of his stomach. She loved him, but did she want to marry him? He would have to wait until tomorrow and find out.

He snuggled closer to her, kissed the top of her head, and whispered into her hair, "I love you, Éponine."

so it's all gonna kick off next chapter cuz it's the proposal yo

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