A/N: I am sooooo sorry about the wait, I've been crazy busy and it didn't help that I've had major writers block with this chapter. Thank you all so much for continuing to be invested in this story and to all those you followed/favourited/reviewed!

Losing a child was a pain unlike any other. Éponine hadn't even gotten to feel the baby growing inside of her, but she knew it was there and now it was just gone. There was a hollow feeling in her abdomen for the next month. The only silver lining was that Enjolras had returned with full force. He was gaining strength everyday and the colour had returned to his skin. He was radiant with life in a way that he had not been for a long time.

He was also affected deeply by the early loss of their child. Now that he had his memory back, he really did want a family with Éponine. They were cuddled together on the couch, enjoying a rare night alone, when Enjolras voiced an idea. "What do you think about having a service… a small ceremony, I guess?"

"What do you mean?" she questioned, her brow furrowing.

"Not a funeral, but, like, a goodbye… for the baby," he murmured nervously, looking down at her face where it rested against his chest. He was afraid the idea would only upset her, but part of him thought it would be a good thing for both of them. It would give them a chance to say their goodbyes to the little life they would never know and to perhaps get some closure that would allow them to move on.

A small smile appeared on her face and she propped herself up so that she could properly see him, her hand still rested on his chest. "I think that's a great idea," she said, her eyes shining.

"Yeah?" he confirmed. "It can be just us if you want or the amis could come. No doubt they would keep it from getting too heavy." They both laughed softly.

"Yeah, I would like to have them there," she murmured. "We never had a service for… the others," she continued after a long pause. She looked at him wearily, fearing that he would begin blaming himself again for the deaths of his friends, but instead he nodded his agreement.

"You're right. We need to honor their lives as well," he told her.

Enjolras told the amis about the idea of holding a ceremony for their fallen friends, as well as his and Éponine's child, the next morning and of course, all were in strong agreement. They set the date for the coming Saturday and each prepared something to say. It was liberating to actually sit down and write out all those thoughts and feelings on the matter instead of allowing all of the things left unsaid to stew inside of them. Before they knew it, the day arrived.

They decided it was fitting to gather in the café where they had all spent so many long days and endless nights together. The only photograph they had of the entire group sat on the table in front of them; the smiling faces of the men no longer with them stared up from it. The group bowed their heads and took part in a moment of silence before Enjolras cleared his throat. "To have not only the support, but the friendship of Feuilly, Prouvaire, Bahorel, Lesgles, and Gavroche, was both an honor and a gift. These men were strong in their character and in their final moments were incredibly brave in their actions. They were and are loved and will never be forgotten. Years into the future when students learn about the June Rebellion, they will hear the names of those four men and the most daring boy I have ever known, and recognize them as heroes who died for the betterment of the entire country. I owe so much to them and hopefully one day I will get to see them again and tell them just how much their lives and deaths mattered. May their souls rest, knowing the impact they had on each of our lives and in history."

Éponine reached out and grabbed his hand as he returned to stand beside her. As Combeferre, Courfeyrac, Joly, and Grantaire each took turns speaking and saying their goodbyes, a steady stream of tears poured down her face. What Courfeyrac, in particular, had to say about her little brother had Enjolras rubbing her back to soothe her and she nearly sobbed into a handkerchief. Soon they were finished and it was time to move on to the most recent loss. Éponine placed the tiny white bonnet that Courfeyrac had given her just after Enjolras learned of her pregnancy on the table.

"I can't believe I will never know you," she began with a hand placed over her empty womb, and addressed her child, rather than the men in the room. "At first, I was terrified. Not of you, but of what you symbolized. You were the physical manifestation of my love for your father. You were the ultimate commitment. I had no clue how I was going to take care of you, but I wanted you so much and I never got to meet you, but I loved you more than life itself. I never would have imagined my life the way that it has turned out and you were the perfect cherry on top of my dream come true. You were the start of my happily ever after. I know there is a reason that you aren't with us and sadly you won't ever get the chance to take your first breath, but you still managed to change everything. It was you who brought your father back to me. It was you who helped me remember my own strength. Your little life may not have been meant to be, but you sure had in impact. Goodbye my little one, mommy loves you."

Enjolras spoke next, choosing to read a poem Jehan had written a few months earlier after watching a father hold his little boy upside down by the ankles as the tot burst with joyous laughter. When he was done, he wiped at his eyes and fully embraced Éponine, kissing her face as he held her tightly to his chest. "You will make an absolutely wonderful mother," he murmured which only made Éponine cry harder. The other amis joined in the hug and simply stood there enjoying the comfort of each other's hold.

"Thank you for thinking to do this," she whispered after a moment. "I think it was exactly what I needed. Maybe what we all needed."

"She's right," Combeferre said as the men disentangled themselves from the group embrace, clearing their throats and shifting their bleary eyes as of to check for witnesses to the emotional exchange. Their behavior almost made Éponine want to laugh -some things will never change. "Saying goodbye this way allowed us to finally get everything off of our chests and also honor our friends. So thank you, Enjolras." He patted him gratefully on the back and the other nodded their agreements.

Enjolras simply smiled and released Éponine from his embrace, taking only her hand as the group turned and nearly floated out of the café, their bodies no longer bogged down with grief.

A/N: Please let me know what you think!