A/N Here goes another one. I hope you all like it. I know the last chapter I posted was serious so I thought, "Hey.. Lets make some people laugh." And I really, really, hope this chapter does just that. Thank you all for being so patient with my not updating very often. I love you guys for sticking with me and my stories!

Disclaimer; I don't own Les miserables. So very sad.

"…And the bottles are in the kitchen. Make sure and heat up the milk before you give it to the babies. But don't let it get to hot. Or it will burn their mouths."

Cosette had just wrapped up the last of the instructions which each of the babysitters would need in order to survive while watching her and Marius' children.

Marius smiled at his group of friends who were seated in a circle on the ground with the couple.

"Any questions?"

Every hand shot up, but Combeferre's. Who was busy jotting down notes from the instructions they had been given.

Cosette's eyes widened slightly, "Oh.. Well, alright. I suppose we have a few moments to spare before we leave." She pointed to Grantaire, who was waving his hand in the air, "Yes, monsieur Grantiare?"

Grantaire chuckled, then put his hand down, "She chose me to go first boys."

At the look on Cosette's face, Grantaire stopped laughing and cleared his throat, "Uh. Yes. If you try and test a bottle on your wrist… You can't taste it. Trust me."

Marius rolled his eyes and pointed to Jehan, "Yes?"

Jehan smiled, and folded his hands in his lap, "What if the babies cry when we put them in time out? can we take them out of it. I don't want anyone to be upset."

Cosette shook her head slowly, "Noooo…."

She then pointed to Bahorel, "Yes?"

Bahorel looked at Cosette then laughed slightly, pulling his hand back down. "Oh, sorry about that. I was just.. Airing out my armpit.."

A disturbed Cosette then turned to Enjolras and nodded for him to ask his question.

Enjolras smiled politely then said, "Forgive me, if I'm wrong.. But don't you think it's a bit cruel and monarchy like for you to not allow your children to have a say in their bedtime?"

Marius rolled his eyes, "No. Enjolras. Stop. Politics are not relevant right now."

Enjolras pulled his hand down and mumbled, "Politics are always relevant. Wouldn't expect a bonapartist to understand though."

Laughing slightly at her husband's expression, Cosette pointed to Courfeyrac who looked nearly asleep. "Yes Monsieur de Courfeyrac?"

"Oh.. No 'de' just Courfeyrac." He corrected drowsily, "And, can we take nap time when the children do?"

Cosette's eye twitched slightly, "I suppose.."

"Feuilly. What's your question?" Marius asked.

The worker boy took his hand out of the air and smiled slightly, "Where are Bossuet and Joly?"

Cosette sighed, "They called in sick. Both of them."

Feuilly seemed content with this, and so that was the last of the questions.

The couple left shortly after, relieved to finally be out of the house.

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What they returned to, was shocking to the both of them.

The kitchen had shattered wine bottles all across the floor, and a river of wine flowing through the tile cracks.

There was toilet paper strewn down the hallway, and deodorant on the walls.

In the dining room was a load of papers scattered across the floor, table, and chairs. Also on top of the table was an unconscious, shirtless, Combeferre.

As they entered the living room, they saw paintings that were clearly Grantaire's on the walls, then next to it, a child like drawing.

They also saw their oldest son duck taped to the wall with something that look suspiciously like a lock of Jehan's hair in his mouth.

Bahorel lay unconscious on the couch with their twin girls who were also fast asleep. He had lipstick, blush, eyeshadow, and mascara all over his face and was wearing a pink blouse that was obviously Cosette's.

Next to the couch, Enjolras was asleep on the floor, snuggled up next to their baby. Both the revolutionary and the babies eyes looked red as though from crying.

Jehan was snuggled up next to Feuilly in the corner, fast asleep holding their Son's favorite stuffed animal in his arms.

Both men seemed to be missing a bit of hair.

Cosette was more in shock than Marius was. For Marius had nearly grown used to this over the years. But this was all new to her.

They decided to leave it be for the night, and deal with it in the morning.

But as they opened their bedroom door, they found Courfeyrac peacefully sleeping in their kingsized bed.

Cosette turned to Marius, cocked her jaw and said, "Next time Eponine calls in sick, NO DATE NIGHT."

Marius only nodded in response.

A/N I hope you guys enjoyed it! I had fun writing it. Please review, favorite and follow! Love you guys! God Bless!

ALSO; THIS IS IMPORTANT! Do you guys want to know exactly what happened while they were gone? Because I could make that the next chapter. Review and let me know!