A/N: I hope this chapter will at least partially make up for the last one even though it's another short one! Thanks for reading!

After several minutes of silence from the amis as Éponine sobbed and clutched her abdomen, Enjolras grabbed her gently by the arm and helped her up. "I'll draw a bath for you," he murmured, leading her away from the concerned faces. She sat dejectedly on the edge of the tub while he slowly filled it with hot water. He stood up to leave and asked, "Do you need help with anything?" Éponine didn't respond. She stood and tugged Enjolras' old shirt -now soaked in blood- that she had been using as pajamas off over her head, not caring that he stood their watching her. She stepped into the tub and sank down in the water, submerged all the way up to her shoulders.

Enjolras turned again to leave. "Can you just stay?" Éponine whispered. "Please?"

"Of course," he murmured. The voices of Joly and Combeferre discussing the possibility of infection in hushed, anxious tones could be heard out in the living room. Enjolras cracked open the door and gave them a meaningful look. The men's footsteps could be heard moving towards the study and Éponine was grateful. Then he shut the bathroom door and folded himself onto the floor next to the tub, grunting as he bent down.

They didn't speak as Éponine slowly washed herself, the water a dark red by the time she was ready to get out. She stood and accepted the towel from Enjolras. Wrapping it tightly under her arms, she wrung out her hair and stepped out of the tub. They walked together to the bedroom where she pulled a clean nightshirt on and mindlessly ran her hands through her hair, finger combing her long, dripping tresses. After a heavy silence, Enjolras finally said, "I'm so sorry, Éponine."

His words seemed to break her. Éponine sobbed, her entire body shaking violently. She fell into Enjolras' chest and his arms instinctively encircled her. After a moment of holding the distraught woman, Enjolras could feel his own ache for the loss of the child. It was his baby too that would now never come to know the world. Sure, he was terrified of having to raise a child, but all the reading he had been doing to prepare combined with the enthusiasm from the other amis and the way Éponine held her not-yet-existent bump had caused him to grow attached and even feel excited for the birth of their child. He had made promises to himself that he would raise his own children to be respectful of the less fortunate and to be brave and intelligent enough to help. The last thing Paris needed was more bourgeois children who didn't understand the true state of the world. His kids would be different and he knew that Éponine would have agreed with him. They could carry on with his work, but more importantly he felt that this child was bringing him and Éponine back together. Somehow, she had already managed to change him –again- from his stoic ways and aloof nature. He had grown eager for their family. And now, without warning that dream was gone. Hot tears, streamed silently down his face and he didn't bother trying to wipe them away.

Suddenly, his vision began to swim and he felt light headed. Memories rushed back into his mind, flooding him with information and overwhelming all of his senses. His legs gave way beneath him and he fell to the floor, taking Éponine down with him.

"Enjolras?" she screeched, her voice several octaves higher with panic. His eyes were rolled into the back of his head and she laid half on top of him, holding his face between her hands. "Wake up," she sobbed, "please, wake up!"

Having heard the thump of both Enjolras and Éponine's bodies hitting the floor, the amis crowded into the room. "What happened?" Combeferre asked, taking in the scene with wide eyes.

"He just collapsed," she whispered.

The entirety of the months previously lost, played out in his mind. Every little detail and blissful moment resurfaced and engulfed him. The drawn out, slowly building passionate love he felt for Éponine; the moment she first pressed her lips to his; bearing his body and soul to her. Every story his friends have told him, every nuance that had been forgotten, all of it came flooding back in. He saw their entire lives played out before him, from everything that happened before the barricade to the battle itself. In his mind, the soldiers stand before him, guns trained on his chest. Suddenly, Enjolras' eyelids fluttered and muted whimpers escaped his lips.

"Enjolras?" Éponine uttered.

He stared up into her wide brown eyes, which were filled with concern for him. Tears still streamed down her face as she grieved for their lost child. His heart swelled in a way that now felt wholly familiar again. "I love you," he murmured. How could he have forgotten this feeling, which was now burning it's way through every fibre of his being? How could he have forgotten Éponine? Once again, she felt vital to his entire existence and it felt right.

Her mouth fell open in surprise, her full lips forming a small O. He caressed her face gently, before pulling her towards him and pressing his lips firmly to hers. At first, she felt stiff and uncertain, fearing that this was just another strange mood swing that he would quickly snap out of and coldly push her away, but Enjolras just continued to move his mouth against hers and she couldn't hold back any longer. She wound her fingers into his hair, gripping the back of his neck and pulling him as close as possible. His hands moved down to her waist as he re-familiarized himself with the gentle curves of her body. An awkward cough caused them to break apart, smiling brilliantly at each other.

"I love you," Enjolras repeated.

"I love you too," Éponine murmured. She pressed her lips to his again for a brief moment before sitting up. Enjolras sat up too, still holding her around the waist, reluctant to let her go.

"Did you just get your memory back?" Joly asked, astonished.

"Every bit of it," Enjolras told him without looking away from Éponine's radiant smile. Her heart was still breaking over her miscarriage, but knowing that she would now have Enjolras to lean on again greatly lifted her spirits. She had him back; he remembered her and he loved her.

A/N: Ahhh he remembers! PLEASE REVIEW!