Cosette was a beautiful creature. With long golden curls that cascaded past her shoulders, every boy seemed to lust after her. She was smart, kind and intelligent. Eponine was immensely jealous of her.
Eponine had been sleeping on Cosette's couch for about a month when she first began to feel sick. Puking, no appetite and constant headaches. Eponine was never ill and something was wrong. She could feel it.
"Ep, are you okay? You don't look too hot," Cosette warned, munching on a salad. It was 8:00 at night and the day had seemed to lag on for Eponine, "Do you want some water?"
"N-No, I'm fine. I just need to get some rest," Eponine slurred, trying to balance herself as she stood. The world seemed to be on a tilt and suddenly, she collapsed to the ground, pain shooting through her body.
"Ep, I'm taking you to the hospital," Cosette announced suddenly as she stood, pushing her plate away from her, salad flying across the table, "You've been like this the entire week. I'm scared something is wrong,"
Finally, Eponine nodded. Cosette lifted the stumbling girl, supporting her with her shoulder as Eponine dragged her feet across the carpet. The world was blurring and changing. Eponine put a shaking finger to her temple before everything faded to black.
"How are you feeling, Eponine?" A man asked and Eponine's eyes fluttered open. She felt light-headed and tired and she glanced around to see where she was. A hospital. Goddammit.
"You gave us quite the scare a couple hours back. Any pains or anything that you think should be brought to our attention?" He asked and Eponine shook her head. He scanned through a clip-board with several pages attached to it.
"Well, your friend... Colette? She went to go grab some breakfast and I think that when she hears your awake, she'll come rushing back," The doctor said with a smile, "So, have you decided on a name yet?"
"What?" Eponine asked, confused, "For what?"
"The baby, of course."
Eponine felt her heart leap into her throat. It all made sense now. She had all the symptoms of pregnancy, but it couldn't be... She hadn't had sex recently.
That's when she remembered.
The night before I left.
God fucking Dammit.
"Very healthy. Your little girl is going to be very beautiful. Just like her mother." The doctor said with a wink and Eponine felt her heart flutter even though she was still in shock.
He was cute...
'What are you saying, 'Ponine?' The girl scolded herself, 'You're pregnant and you're thinking of another boy? What are you thinking?'
"You're due in July. When was conception, do you know?"
"Mid-October," Eponine responded, her voice flat. She was scared. She was very, very, very scared.
He scribbled down on his papers, capping his pen and chewing on the tip.
"My best guess is... around October 15th, give or take a few days," He shrugged, "Congratulations, Eponine."
She looked at his name tag and back at him.
"Thank you, Dr. Montparnasse."