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"I think she broke him," Courfeyrac muttered.

"He's just in shock," Combeferre replied. "He just found out he's going to be a father on top of all the other information he has had to take in recently. He's overwhelmed. He'll snap out of it."

"He's been staring at the wall for four hours!" Courfeyrac exclaimed incredulously. "I think his brain has just given up."

"Don't say that," Grantaire scolded him from his seat next to Éponine on the couch. He had his arm around her and she had her head buried against his chest. After she repeatedly confirmed to Enjolras that she had, in fact, said that they were having a baby, he just seemed to shut down. He retreated to the bedroom again and told her he needed time to think so she left him alone, sitting anxiously on the couch until the amis returned about an hour later. She dissolved into a blubbering mess as she told them all what happened. They were proud of her for telling him, but knew that he wasn't taking it so well. For the past several hours, they had all tried talking to him, but he gave little more than monosyllabic answers and didn't take his eyes off their spot on the wall. His expression was calculating, but neutral of any real emotion. Éponine feared that he would completely shut her out even after all the progress they had made together.

"Éponine?" Enjolras suddenly called to her. She jumped from the couch in surprise, wrenching herself from Grantaire's comforting grasp, and traipsed down the hall. She entered the room feeling cautiously excited and took the seat next to the bed. "How far along are you?" he asked, at last moving his eyes to meet hers.

"Almost seven weeks now I think," she replied.

"I see," he said nodding slowly, "I hope the stress of this situation hasn't been harmful to your pregnancy. I apologize for my initial reaction, it just came as quite a shock to me."

"I can imagine. It was surprise enough for me and I fondly remember the conception," she murmured suggestively, earning a small crooked smile from Enjolras.

"I'm having a few of those memories myself," he said barely above a whisper.

"Really?" she asked eagerly, leaning towards him.

"Yes. It started out as flashes, but now I can start to piece them together into full memories."

"What exactly do you remember?"

"You," he murmured. His eyes began to wander and he seemed lost for words, "all of you."

Éponine felt her cheeks redden as her returned his gaze to her. "Well I'm glad," she replied.

"As am I," he said, his voice husky and filled with emotion. She hadn't seen him like this in over a month now, but he was now looking at her in such a way that made her feel valuable and desired. They watched each other in intense silence for several minutes, when something abruptly changed in Enjolras' expression. His eyes went cold and he turned tersely away from her.

"What is it?" she asked, confused by the rapid shift in his demeanor.

"I just can't believe I was so irresponsible," he muttered.

"Excuse me?" she yelped, feeling hurt by his words.

"I had never planned to have a sexual relationship let alone children. It was never my desire to be a father and yet somehow I've gotten myself trapped in this position."

"Trapped?" she nearly yelled at him, rising angrily from her chair. He looked up at her, seeming confused by her tone.

"Yes, I am rather stuck if you're having my child, now aren't I?"

"You bastard," she sputtered, her fists clenching in frustration.

"That is exactly what our illegitimate child will be."

She couldn't take it anymore, without fully being aware of it her hand swung out and made contact with the side of his face with a satisfying smack. Enjolras recoiled in confusion. "What the hell was that for?"

"You just called our baby a bastard! He or she wouldn't be illegitimate if we married like we had intended –like you had wanted! You seemed like the man I loved for a moment there, but then you just disappeared into yourself again. I can't handle your mood swings!"

"I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, but this is huge news!"

"You don't think I know that?"

"It's hard to be excited for something that I didn't want to happen," Enjolras sighed, shaking his head at her patronizingly.

"Fuck you." She spun around and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

How could he go from being playful and coy to an insensitive asshole in mere seconds? It infuriated Éponine that she allowed herself to be hopeful as she sat there listening to him tell her how he was remembering their relationship and how he seemed like his old self. He wasn't magically fixed and things weren't just suddenly going to go her way because she wanted them to. The serious head trauma that Enjolras had suffered could leave him permanently with this fast changing personality that she couldn't keep up with. He might never be the same man he was before even if his full memory returns to him.

Enjolras could hear Éponine grumbling her explanation of what had just happened to all the men in the apartment, but he just sat their feeling dumbfounded. They were connecting and he just went off on her out of nowhere. How could he say such cruel things to her about the child she was carrying? He acted as if he couldn't give a damn what happened to her or the baby, when in reality that couldn't be farther from the truth. The more he remembered about his relationship with Éponine, the more desperate he was to get it back, but it seemed that every time he felt himself getting closer to her, a switch flipped in his brain and he became and insufferable ass. He knew that she wouldn't continue to put up with his obnoxious behavior, especially with the interests of her unborn child in mind, but he didn't know how to apologize for what he had just said. How do you tell a woman you're sorry when your list of offences is too long to even remember?

Enjolras huffed a sigh and rubbed his temples, his eyelids squeezed shut. "I'm a terrible person," he muttered to himself.

"I'd have to agree," Grantaire's voice caused him to snap his head up. He was standing in the doorway, looking unhappy with Enjolras.

"I'm also an idiot, Grantaire."

"I could have told you that too," he muttered. Enjolras dropped his head, feeling ashamed. "Look," he said with a sigh, "she knows the moodiness and the insane changes in personality aren't your fault, but let me tell you, I have never seen her so furious. You have to try to get a grip, you have to figure out how to stop that transition from the man she loves into an insensitive monster or the best thing that has ever happened to you is going to walk away and take your child with her."

"I never knew you as one to give advice."

"I gave advice before, you just never bothered to listen. But this advice is coming without the old slur of drunkenness so perhaps you should take it seriously this time."

"I'm trying. I don't want to treat her this way, I can see how much it hurts her, but in the moment I can't seem to stop myself." Enjolras raked his fingers through his messy golden curls in frustration.

"Well you better learn to bite your tongue then," he snapped.

"Can you please ask her to come back in here?" Enjolras asked, looking desperate.

"I think you should give her time to cool off. With the way she's feeling now, she might leave you with even more scars," he warned.

"Grantaire, please?" Enjolras pleaded, looking into Grantaire's eyes, nearly hidden under thick black curls.

"Fine, but I warned you."

He spun and left the room to retrieve Éponine. Enjolras tried to mentally rehearse what he needed to say, but didn't even know where to begin. She appeared in the doorway where she remained, unwilling to move any closer to him. She eyed him disdainfully and he felt even worse under her scrutiny. He suddenly couldn't stand the space between them. He pulled himself willfully out of bed.

"Enjolras don't get up-" she started, but he was already standing, his breathing heavy and irregular.

"I don't even know how to begin apologizing," he murmured, looking her directly in the eye. He noticed that her eyes were red and puffy from crying and it only added to feeling of guilt in the pit of his stomach. How could he do this to the woman he loved? Loved? Enjolras had never thought those words before –at least not since hitting his head. Did he really love Éponine? Impossible, he thought to himself, he merely felt ashamed at his cruel word choice. A woman in her condition didn't deserve to be spoken to in such a way, but that didn't mean he was in love with the street girl.

"It's not your fault," she grumbled reluctantly. She wanted to yell and blame him, but she found herself unable to do so with the way he was looking at her now. The love that she had noticed in his eyes before had returned, beating out the darkness that briefly overcame them.

"It is entirely my fault," Enjolras disputed. "I know you must want to yell and hit me and I can absolutely understand that, but you must know that I didn't mean a single word of it. I don't know what comes over me. Yes, I'm overwhelmed by this news to say the least, but I'm in it with you."

Tears silently spilled down Éponine's cheeks, but she kept her distance from him. "Thank you," she whispered. Her hands moved to her stomach where her bump would soon grow, containing the little life that would tie her and Enjolras together forever. She felt his strong, warm hand over top of her own.

A/N: I can't believe how many chapters I've written and I'm not sure exactly how many will be left. Maybe 10? Anyways, PLEASE REVIEW!