A/N: Hi there, I'm sorry for making you wait for the update. Some things came up and I didn't really have time to write. I really wanted to be the tenth chapter to be one with all the Amis in it, since I didn't expect making it this far when I started to write these drabbles. So first of all: thanks everyone for your reviews, follows, and mainly your support! This tenth chapter is really the longest i've ever written for these drabbles and I really didn't planned it to be this long, but yeah... enjoy.

Disclaimer: Still not owning Les Mis, but my birthday is coming up this month so if you have some spare money... just joking ;)

Bahorel leaned against the doorpost, a plate of meat in his hand. He looked out over the big garden that belonged to the villa in the Provence, their home for the weekend. By now it was a tradition. The first weekend of july the Amis came together to spend four days away from their homes, friday till monday.

It had started when they graduated from college ten years ago. To celebrate graduation they'd rented a beach house in Bretagne, big enough for the thirteen of them: Enjolras, Grantaire, Courfeyrac, Jehan, Marius, Cosette, Joly, Bossuet, Musichetta, Eponine, Combeferre, Feuilly and of course himself, Bahorel. Ever since, it was Combeferre who would find a place big enough for all of them to spend the weekend. At first just the thirteen of them, but their group had gradually expanded every year to an account where their group would be doubled by next summer.

Most of his friends were parents now, ten years after graduating. He was the only one who hadn't settled down yet. Of course there had been women, there had been many, but no one special enough to keep around. He didn't mind though. He had his friends, a busy job as a security guard and all his nieces and nephews who were now playing in the garden in front of him. Bahorel loved every single one of them and he loved being an uncle. Though, he hoped to have a child of himself one day. Especially now his best friend was becoming a father.

Feuilly announced his wifes pregnancy the previous evening at dinner. He had gotten married to a lovely Polish girl just before Christmas and she was now just over three months pregnant. They'd met when Feuilly had started his job at the Polish embassy in Paris, two years earlier and had been together ever since. She was a business woman and also the only person absent this weekend, since she had a meeting in Warsaw she couldn't miss.

Barhorel looked around the garden to find his best friend sitting next to Bossuet, with little Hugo on his lap. Hugo was a five year old boy and the exact copy of Joly. When the three of his friends had gotten in a serious relationship, the rest of the Amis had wondered how they were going to make things work if any of them ever wanted kids. They'd gotten their answer when Musichetta told them she was pregnant, now seven years ago. When the child was born Bossuet had called it the best accident he'd ever had, since the pregnancy wasn't planned at all. Their friend was known as notoriously unlucky, but hadn't passed that gene on to his baby boy. Victor was now six years old and though he looked like a mixture of Bossuet and Musichetta, he acted a lot like Joly. The kid had a thousand different allergies and this morning he had spend fifteen minutes putting sunscreen on before going outside while giving his brother a speech on skin cancer. Bahorel sometimes wondered how a kid that age would know all these things, just before remembering Joly was also a part of this family.

Hugo was born a year after Victor and was very much planned, so it wasn't a big surprise this was Joly's boy. After his birth, Musichetta had joked that surrounding herself with boys was her secret talent. Just as Victor, Hugo seemed to be a perfect mixture of the three of them since he was just as unlucky as Bossuet. The little boy was always covered in bruises from one or another accident he had been in, which caused Joly to be overly protective of his son. Just then Bahorel heard a loud giggle and he saw Joly catching up with the boy he was chasing through the garden, Musichetta on his heels.

Around the pool Marius and Cosette were all over each other. Marius had his hands on the big belly of his wife and was whispering against it. By the way pregnant woman looked, Bahorel guessed it were sweet nothings. Marius and Cosette had gotten married straight out of college and it wasn't really a surprise when ten months later their first child was born. Tom, their son, was now nine years old. Bahorel saw him jumping in to the pool, holding hands with his sister. Lola was born two years after Tom and was now seven. Their youngest son, Nathan was born a year after and now number four was on the way. Cosette, being seven months pregnant, had already sworn that even though she loved all her freckly babies this was the last one. The boy or girl that would be born before the end of summer would make their not-so-little family complete. Bahorel knew there were already bets on the unborn child's name, since their three other children had all names that you would find on the "Most popular names of this year" list that the newspaper published every december.

Where Marius and Cosette chose popular names for their children, Grantaire and Enjolras had gone unsurprisingly for traditional French names. The men lived together now with their two adopted children. It had been quite a procedure, adopting was never easy, but a couple of years after their decision to do so, they got their daughter Aurélie. The girl was now four years old. Two and a half years later she was followed by a little boy, Didier who had just reached the age of two. The two kids had always surprised Bahorel, especially Aurélie. He looked over to her. She was atop of a chair, talking as if she was giving a speech. In front of her were two other children, one of which was Nathan. Even though the young boy was two years older than the girl, he let her boss him around happily. Watching Aurélie, Bahorel decided, it was sometimes weird to realize she didn't share any genes with Enjolras, since the girl took so much after her father.

Next to Nathan he saw Simone, Aurélies best friend and the three year old daughter of Combeferre and Eponine. Bahorel wasn't surprised to find Enjolras and Combeferre chatting, not far away from their girls. Eponine was lazily hanging against Ferre's shoulder. His hand on her belly, because Cosette wasn't the only pregnant woman on their trip. In four months, Combeferre and Eponine would welcome their second child. Simone, named after Simone de Beauvior, wanted a baby brother just like Aurélie so she had told Bahorel last night when he had put her to bed. Inwardly he had smiled. It was sweet to see how the younger girl looked up to her older friend.

Looking around, Bahorel found Grantaire with Courfeyrac and Jehan in the pool. While Courf and Jehan had eyes only for each other in this very moment, Grantaire was attacked by two similar looking girls. Just like Grantaire and Enjolras, Jehan and Courfeyrac had looked in to adoption after their marriage. They had been very open about wanting children, even before they got engaged. That was why, when the topic of children came up again after their marriage, Courfs sister had told them she would be their surrogate if they wanted. It was an offer that had caused quite some discussion, but had resulted in two little girls. The identical twins were the female versions of Jehan with their long blonde hair and freckly noses, though they had Courfs playful brown eyes. Lily and Rose were named after Jehans favorite flowers, but weren't as sweet as you would expect upon hearing their names. Just like right now while attacking Grantaire, the two were always up to something. It was a feature Bahorel could appreciate. He loved watching the girls sneak around as if no one could tell they were planning on something by their behaviour.

Bahorel stepped out, walking towards the barbecue to start on making dinner for the big group. It was good to be together again. In their college years they only spend a rare moment apart, now though, they'd hardly see each other as a group. Of course individual members of the Amis visited each other, but it was only a couple of times a year they were all together at once. It was that what made these weekends in july so precious to Bahorel, he realized as he turned some hamburgers.

A/N: So this was my view on how the Amis would be like ten years after college. It was just a small impression, but yeah.
The names of Marius and Cosettes children really come from one or another popular names in France list. Nathan is actually the number 1 for boys, where Tom is on place 13 and Lola is number 6 for girls. For E/R I decided on some typical French names. And Simone is of course named after Simone de Beauvoir because she was a feminist and the woman who lived with Sartre, the French philosopher. A fitting combination for Combeferre and Eponine in my mind. Oh and Poland actually has an embassy in Paris, i looked that up.
So please share: How do you imagine the Amis ten years after graduation? And because of the tenth chapter, if you feel like it, please let me know what was your favorite chapter so far and why was it your favorite?