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"So guess what I just found out." Courfeyrac said as he swung into his usual seat in the Musain.

Bahorel, Combeferre and Marius were sitting around their favorite table at the back of the reasonably busy bar. After Eponine's revelation Courfeyrac had made a beeline straight there.

"That the girl you hooked up with the other night was actually 40 and not 26 like she said?" Bahorel muttered under his breath.

"What?" Courfeyrac said.

"Eh nothing," Bahorel replied, taking another swig of his beer. "So, you found something out?"

"Yes, yes I did." Courfeyrac said, fully enjoying the fact that he was the one getting to bestow his new found gossip upon the others. "Eponine's pregnant."

"What?" Marius said, his mouth literally dropping open.

"She's pregnant," Courfeyrac repeated.

"Is this fact or rumor?" Combeferre said, sounding highly dubious.

"It's 100% fact. She told me herself, even showed me her scan picture."

"Jesus!" Bahorel exclaimed.

"She's really pregnant?" Combeferre asked, still looking quite unsure about the whole thing.

"Yes she's really pregnant." Courfeyrac replied. "You can call her and ask her yourself if you don't believe me."

"Fuck," Combeferre said. "Is she happy about it?"

"Yeah," Courfeyrac replied. "She actually seems really happy about it."

"I seriously did not see that one coming," Bahorel said.

"It's not that dick Montparnasse's is it?" Marius said, shuddering at the mere mention of Eponine's ex-boyfriend's name.

"I fucking hope not," Combeferre said. "She wouldn't be stupid enough to go back to him again."

"She went back to him enough times before." Bahorel retorted.

"But the last time was different Bahorel," Combeferre said. "You know it was different."

Eponine's turbulent relationship with Montparnasse had been a bone of contention with her friends ever since she had met him back during her first year at university. They hadn't liked him from the start and had never been able to work out what she had even seen in him to begin with. She was constantly jumping to his defense; saying that they had him all wrong, that they didn't know him like she did. He had dropped out of school a couple of months after they met and ended up working at some questionable bar downtown, snorting whatever money he made up his nose. They would break up every few months, and she would swear she was never going back to him, only to take him back a couple of weeks later claiming that he changed. Of course he never did.

It was Grantaire who first raised concerns that their all too frequent arguments may have turned violent. They had all noticed the change in her behavior; she had become quiet and withdrawn and they would go for weeks without seeing her. But Grantaire was the first one who noticed the bruises. None of them had known what to do, they did everything they could to try and make her see sense but she just continued to deny that anything was even wrong.

In the end he put her in hospital. Off his face on a cocktail of God knows what, he had let his temper get the better of him and smashed her face into wall, breaking her nose. It was only then that she finally told them the truth and left him for good. Of course he kept calling her, claiming that he was sorry and that he would never do it again. The phone calls eventually stopped after Grantaire and Bahorel paid a visit to his house and threatened to break his nose if he ever even thought about going anywhere near her again.

"I don't think it's him," Marius chipped in. "Cosette would have mentioned it if she thought they were back together. I don't think she's even seen him in like a year."

"Well what are we going to do if it is him?" Courfeyrac asked.

"I reckon between the lot of us we could manage to bury his body where it would never be found." Bahorel said.

"It's not him," Marius repeated. "I seriously don't think it's him."

"Didn't she say whose it is?" Combeferre asked.

"I didn't ask," Courfeyrac said.

"You are the worst information getter of all time," Combeferre sighed.

"It's not Grantaire's is it?" Marius said, feeling slightly horrified at the prospect of Grantaire trying to parent anything.

"I highly doubt it," Courfeyrac replied. "Remember that time they kissed when they were drunk and he cried because he said it felt like kissing his sister and he didn't think he could ever forgive himself for crossing such an immoral line?"

"Oh yeah," Marius said, rolling his eyes, "I'd blanked that out."

"Eh," Bahorel mused, sitting back in his chair, "does Enjolras know that his new roommate is a 2 for 1 deal?"

"Enjolras!" Courfeyrac said, slamming one of his hands down on the table, causing the other three to jump slightly. "When she first moved in with him I said something was going on between them."

"Enjolras and Eponine, seriously?" Combeferre said.

"Yes seriously," Courfeyrac replied. "You don't think her moving in with him was a bit weird?"

Combeferre shrugged. "Not really."

"Well I do." Courfeyrac insisted. "I think there's more to it than just convenience."

"Enjolras has seemed a lot more chipper recently," Bahorel said, "maybe it's cause he's finally getting some."

"That is true actually," Marius agreed. "The last few times I saw him he did seem a lot more cheerier than usual."

"This theory is ridiculous," Combeferre said, shaking his head and standing up. "I'm going to get another drink."

"So what are we going to tell them?" Eponine asked.

"The truth I suppose," Enjolras replied, planting a kiss on her bare shoulder.

As they lay in bed that night they were both well aware that Courfeyrac was probably sitting in the Musain at that very moment telling everyone what he had found out at Grantaire's earlier that day, and that it was only be a matter of time before their secret was well and truly out.

"And what is the truth?" she said, propping herself up on one arm and resting the other across his chest.

"That we're having this baby together," he said. Of course he knew that wasn't what she had really meant when she had asked what they were going to tell their friends. But the truth of the matter was that he didn't know what to tell them because even he didn't really know what was really going on.

"I don't want them all to know," she whined, burying her face into his chest.

"Why? Are you ashamed of me?"

She had claimed earlier that she didn't want the others to know because she liked it just being the 3 of them. It was the first time he had heard her refer to them as a 3 and it had made him feel happier than he had ever thought possible, but he hadn't told her that if course.

"Enjolras?" she said, lifting her head so that her chin was resting on his chest.

"Yeah?"

"I am glad this happened with you. You do know that right?"

That was all he needed to hear. He wrapped his arm tightly round her and brought his mouth down to meet hers.

"I..." he began, but then her eyes locked with his and he panicked. "I know."

"Good," she said, kissing him again. "Now, let's just go to sleep, we can deal with that lot tomorrow."

Enjolras lay awake long after Eponine had fallen asleep. It was only then, when he knew she wouldn't be able to hear him, that he was able to say the words he had been so desperate to say to her when she was still awake.

"I love you Eponine."