A/N This second chapter is set around Enjolras/Eponine from Enjolras POV.
Disclaimer: Nope, still not owning Les Mis.
Red was his favorite color. It always had been. When he was younger, his favorite toys were red: the ball, the train, even his teddy bear. It stayed like that when he got older. His first car had been red, even as the tie he wore at their wedding.
He thought back to that day. It was almost a year ago now, their anniversary was only two weeks away and it was going to be a special one. It was their first wedding anniversary and the only one ever they would be spending with just the two of them, or actually... it was the three of them already. Enjolras looked over to the little red t-shirt at the chair in the corner of their bedroom. He had bought it the day she told him she was pregnant, now four weeks and two days ago. Yes, he counted the days. He also counted the days until their doctors appointment for the ultrasound, 29 days if you didn't count today.
He stepped out of bed, folding the red duvet back neatly and walked to the kitchen, their kitchen. At least for now. They had rented the apartment two years ago. It was old and small, but cheap and it gave them the ability to save up. They would move out in four months to a small house at the outskirts of town. It had a garden, a room for the baby and a study where their current apartment only had a combined kitchen/living room, their bedroom, and a hall which led to the bathroom and the front door.
Walking in to the kitchen he'd expected Eponine there since she'd gotten up half an hour before him, but the kitchen was empty and she wasn't on the couch ether.
He walked trough the hall, stepping in to the bathroom. There he found her, on the ground, crying silent tears. He looked at her and saw her pajama bottoms. Sinking down, pulling her close he could only think about how red wasn't his favorite color anymore.
A/N Thank you for reading! If you have a couple you like to write about or something you'd like to see happening to one of our lovely characters, please let me know. I always like your input to work with.