Epilogue
Ten Years Later
It was Christmas Eve, and everyone was gathered at Enjolras and Eponine's home to celebrate. Libertè and George were there. Libertè was now thirty-two years old, and they had two children. She had served eight years as president, two terms. She decided not to run again so she could be at home with her kids while George worked at the law firm. Gavroche, now twenty-seven and a doctor, joined them along with his fiancée, a red-headed girl named Amalie. Jolie was there as well. She was twenty-one and had decided to become a teacher. Libertè was an exact copy of Enjolras, Jolie was the spitting image of Eponine, and Gavroche reminded Enjolras of the original Gavroche so much. Marius, Cosette, and the rest of George's siblings weren't due to arrive until after Christmas.
From the chair Enjolras was seated in, he watched his family happily. He smiled as George came up behind Libertè and wrapped his arms around her, making her giggle out of surprise. It made him remember the day of Libertè's wedding about nine years prior.
Enjolras stepped into the room where Libertè was waiting. He almost started crying when he saw her. She looked absolutely beautiful and all grown up standing there in her mother's wedding gown. Her blonde curls cascaded down her back under a long veil, and she appeared to be filled with nervous excitement.
"Are you ready, Libby?" he asked.
She nodded and walked over to him, looping her arm through his. They stepped out of the room together and stood in front of the doors to the sanctuary, waiting until they heard music to enter. Her grip on his arm tightened, and he glanced down at her.
"Are you alright?"
"I'm just a little nervous, Papa."
He gave her a reassuring smile, and she smiled back. The music started playing, so they stepped through the doors and slowly walked down the aisle of the church together. Libertè looked around at all the familiar faces, her grip on her father's arm still tight. All of George's family was there. Her siblings were there too. Gabriel and Madeleine smiled at her, and little Gabrielle waved. Her other friends from the university were there, as well as some of George's friends and coworkers. Courfeyrac and Giselle sat towards the front with their three children, looking overjoyed. Finally at the very front was her mother, and George's parents. When they reached the altar, Enjolras kissed his daughter on the forehead and whispered that he loved her. Then, he took his seat beside his wife to witness his daughter getting married.
The memory made him smile because everyone was so happy that day. Suddenly, his grandson, Libertè's oldest darted through the room being chased by Eponine. He was a six year old little boy named Enjolras II after his grandfather. He looked just like his mother and grandfather with bright blue eyes and curly blonde hair. Enjolras II laughed as his grandmother chased him around the room. The elder Enjolras remembered the day he was born like it was yesterday.
Enjolras had been waiting with George in the sitting room of the manor for hours. He and Eponine had come to stay with Libertè and George a few weeks prior because Libertè was in her final weeks of pregnancy. In the middle of the night, George had come frantically running into Enjolras's and Eponine's room proclaiming that Libertè was going to have the baby. Eponine went to tend to her daughter while Enjolras took George to the sitting room to try to keep him calm. Hours past, and when Enjolras wasn't trying to keep George from pacing, they were dozing. It was mid-morning, and they were still waiting. Finally, Eponine stepped out of the room and motioned for George to come. George disappeared into the room with Eponine, leaving Enjolras to sit by himself. After what seemed like an eternity, Eponine came back out of the room with a huge smile on her face and walked over to Enjolras.
She held her hand out to him, "Come see your grandson."
He took her hand and stood, "Grandson?"
Eponine nodded with a smile. Then, she led him into the room. Libertè was propped up in bed with a little bundle in her arms, and George was sitting on the edge of the bed beside her. She looked up when they entered the room.
"Papa," she smiled weakly.
"Libby, how are you feeling?" he asked.
"I'm wonderful," she beamed.
Then, she raised the baby in her arms so Eponine would take him. She, in turn, deposited the baby in Enjolras's arms.
"We named him Enjolras II after you," Libertè said.
Enjolras smiled and then sat down in a nearby chair so that he could admire his grandson. He reached up and pushed some of the blankets away from the baby's face.
"He's adorable," he whispered.
Tears pricked at his eyes as the little boy started to squirm. He let out a big yawn making Enjolras chuckle. He sat there cradling the baby for a few more minutes. Suddenly, the baby's face turned red, and he started to fuss before really starting to cry.
"He's probably just hungry," Eponine said.
She picked Enjolras II up from her husband's arms and took him back to Libertè.
His memory was suddenly interrupted as his grandson climbed into his lap to escape his grandmother.
"I'm safe now," he proclaimed as he clung to his grandpa.
Eponine narrowed her eyes and put her hands on her hips, sharing a knowing look with the elder Enjolras.
"Are you sure about that?" he asked his grandson.
Enjolras II look at him questioningly. To answer his unasked question, Enjolras began to tickle the little boy mercilessly. His infectious laughter filled the room and the tickling didn't stop until the little boy's face was bright red. He sat there in his grandpa's lap trying to catch his breath.
"Enjolras," Libertè said as she walked up.
Both Enjolras's turned to look at her, and she rolled her eyes at them.
"I meant my Enjolras. I don't believe I've ever called you by your name, Papa. Come on, sweetheart. Let's get you in bed. We have a big day tomorrow," she said.
The little boy jumped down and took his mother's hand.
"Goodnight, Grandpa," he said sleepily.
"Goodnight. I'll see you in the morning."
After they were gone, Enjolras looked across the room to see George talking with Gavroche and holding his daughter who was barely two years old, but she already looked like George. They had named her Marie Epona after her grandfather, Marius and her grandmother, Eponine. Enjolras walked over to them, seeing that the little girl was tired.
"Would you like for me to take her to bed?" he asked George.
He smiled, "Sure. Thank you."
"Come here, Marie," Enjolras said as he picked her up.
"Gran, I'm sleepy," she yawned against his shoulder.
He chuckled. She hadn't quite learned how to say Grandpa yet, so she called him Gran for short.
"I know. That's why I'm taking you to bed."
After both little Enjolras and Marie were in bed, the adults stayed up to talk for a bit. Eventually, everyone retired to bed as well. Enjolras and Eponine climbed under the covers, looking forward to a wonderful Christmas Day with their entire family.
Author's Note: So there's the epilogue. I hope everyone liked it! Keep an eye out for Only Been Pretending. I've started writing, but I haven't uploaded yet. Thanks so much for reading and for all the support for this story. I love my readers!
~loislane16