Just to warn you, the POV changes in each chapter. Each of the seven characters have two chapters, Enjolras and Simone getting a third chapter. I tried to make these changes as clear as possible, but if it is not clear, I will specify the character at the beginning of the chapter.
"How could this happen?"
"Something tells me that you know how."
"I-I'm sorry. I don't think I can process this right now."
"And you think I can?"
"Simone, please-"
"No, you listen to me. We both got into this mess, and where both going to deal with it."
"I have a revolution to worry about! We've discussed this! France needs-"
"Your family needs you too," Simone spat, bitterly.
He couldn't respond to that.
"I need you," she sighed, remorsefully. "I don't exactly want you after what you've made painstakingly clear, but I can't do this alone."
"This isn't how it was supposed to happen," Enjolras muttered. "This revolution...its for our generation's children. And their children. You supported my devotion to it. It was something you-"
"Loved," Simone interjected. "And I did. But one of us has to grow up now. And, since you've expressed your disinterest in me and our baby, I'm not sure I want you around at all."
The two in silence for what seemed like hours. Simone, finally, stood from her now ex-lover's bed. The room looked darker than the bright red color she awoke to just weeks before.
"I'm going to go to Cosette's to sort out my thoughts."
"It-It might be best if you...didn't come around her for awhile..."
She looked back at Enjolras one last time.
"If that's how you want to deal with it."
"Cosette? Are you here?" Simone yelled as she walked though the hallway. Cosette probably didn't hear her knock from her room.
Cosette's room was empty.
"Cosette? Cos—"
Simone opened another door to find mostly undressed man straddling another body.
"M-Monsieur?"
The man jumped up. It was Cosette's father. The man under him bolted out of the room.
"I must take my leave, Valjean," he muttered, hiding his face in shame. The mysterious yet familiar man slammed the door behind him.
"Was-was that..."
Valjean sighed, picking his pants up off of the floor and pulling them over his legs. "Yes, Simone. That was the Inspector."
"Monsieur–"
"Please, call me Jean. I assume you're looking for my Cosette."
"J-Jean," Simone burst into tears, "I need to talk to her."
Jean, unsure as to whether or not Simone felt comfortable with him around after the moment of intimacy she had witnessed, arose. "She should be at the marketplace. Shall I tell her that you will be staying for dinner?"
Simone shook her head. "Please, don't leave me too."
"Too?" Jean asked. "You're seeing that blonde student, right."
She shrugged.
"Would you like to talk?"
"What's there to say? We're both foolish children, but I'm the one who has to suffer the consequences."
"I'm going to tell you what I told Cosette. If someone doesn't treat you right, they don't deserve you."
"But I need him. I can't do this without him."
"Why not?"
"I-I," she hesitated, unsure whether should should divulge her darkest secret to her friend's father, "I'm with child."
Valjean was taken aback. Simone could almost hear the thoughts going through his head. 'How can my daughter's friend, who is merely a child herself, become a mother?' or 'What did I do wrong? My Cosette, friends with this salacious woman!'
"So you see, I need Enjolras. I can't raise a child on my own," Simone collapsed into Jean's arms.
"It's going to be okay."
"It won't."
"Cosette and I will do everything we could possibly do to help you."
"There's nothing you can do. It's not fair to this baby. I'm not married. My mistake will cause my child so much misery."
"Not necessarily. Cosette's mother was alone. I-I failed her, and I won't let that happen to you," Jean confessed.
"You couldn't have failed her. Look at how wonderfully Cosette has turned out. If I had just a trace of your parental skill..."
"It will come. A majority of it is instinctive. The rest is learning from your mistakes. I'm sure you would not be praising my parenting if you knew all of the times I made stupid mistakes, or-"
"Papa! I'm home," Cosette yelled as she climbed the stairs, groceries in hand. "Are you in...Simone!" Cosette tossed the groceries onto a table and enthusiastically ran up to her friend.
Simone looked up at her, revealing her tear stained face out of Jean's lap.
"What's wrong?"
Jean stood to leave. "I'll leave you two to chat while I start dinner."
Jean left, closing the door behind him.
"Well this must be important. Papa never starts dinner without me. He also rarely leaves...'Mone?"
Simone buried her head in a pillow.
"Is this about Enjolras?"
She nodded and moved her hand to her stomach.
"Oh my..." Cosette gasped.
"I don't know what to do."
"What if you get married?"
"Enjolras doesn't even want to look at me now."
Cosette thought for a moment. "What about Marius? I would give you two my blessing to marry until you got everything all sorted out."
"No. It feels...wrong. I mean, it's not fair to either of you. I already messed up my unborn child's life. I'm not going to jeopardize your future with Marius. Besides, he's like a brother to me. We've lived together since my parents passed away."
"There has to be someone..."
"No. U-unless..."
It could never work, Simone thought. It's wrong. He may have offered to do anything, but that's not fair to anyone...