The bed was empty as Eponine woke up in the morning. Her head throbbed from the crying she had done, unknowingly, in the night. She could still remember the way he had held her as she cried, the way he had soothed her, kissed her, told her he was really there. The realization in the morning that he was a dream made her heart ache. If she suffered from such vivid dreams for the next ten years she would be nothing but a shell of a woman. She was tortured by the thought that she'd never truly feel those calming lips against her cheeks and shoulders for a decade. Her mind played the cruelest trick on her.

Eponine stretched out in the bed, rubbing her sore temples. Her head was throbbing and her stomach was aching.

"Eponine was still asleep." She heard a familiar voice through the door that separated her from the main room of the flat. It didn't sound like Grantaire. The only male voice that should have been in the flat.

"How did she take it?"

"I don't think she understood."

"It had to be a shock, she was in such a state."

"She spent the night crying."

Eponine felt her heart soar and her cheeks flush. She hadn't been dreaming, she hadn't gone mad. With numb feet she slipped out of bed and padded across the wooden floor. She pressed her cheek against the door, holding her breath. She had to be certain before she made herself look like a fool in front of Grantaire and her sister.

"I'm sure she'll be up soon enough."

"If she's not I'm just going to go back in there and rest with her. There's no point in not."

Eponine opened the door hesitantly, feeling like a spying child all over again. The angle was all wrong and she couldn't see the direction of his voice. There was no mistaking his voice.

"Enjolras?" She questioned softly as she stepped out of the bedroom. He was there. "You didn't get locked up!" She shouted for joy as she ran to him, wrapping her arms around him and burying her face in his chest. Hugging him tight her, not letting him go. "I can't believe you're here. I can't believe it!"

"I'm here, I'm here." He rained kisses down on the crown of her head, on her forehead, on her cheeks. He laughed as he heard her cry, "Don't cry. I'm here."

"You felt so real." She muttered, looking up at him through teary eyes. "I thought you were a dream."

He laughed again, "I know you did. It was quite funny since I kept telling you I was real."

"I have a good imagination."

"I know you do." Enjolras teased, brushing a caring thumb across her cheek to wipe away a stray tear. "No need to cry my love."

"What happened?"

"The judge ruled in my favor in light of recent tragedy."

"The fire."

"And Amee." Enjolras smiled, "Javert made a plea that our children needed a father."

"He set the fire."

"Yes." Enjolras nodded, "We can start again. You, me, Dunstan, Amee."

Eponine rose up on her toes, planting a kiss on his lips, savoring the sensation that she had felt in her dreams and hadn't believed was real. She almost expected this to all be some beautiful dream, but she knew it was real. This felt real. Enjolras felt real. Knowing he was here to spend the rest of his life with them, felt real.


"Together." Enjolras kissed her forehead, hugging her to him. "I'm not leaving you any time soon. Promise."



A/N: I know this is short. But in all honesty this story is 131,000+ words long. It will have a sequel eventually (probably in a month that will fast forward about 5-8 years, I'm not certain yet. It depends on how old I want to make Dunstan). But nevertheless thank you watchers, readers, commenters, lovies! You've made this story the greatest thing in my life. I apologize for the abruptness of this end, but it's what I'd planned. The previous chapter is what came out a bit disjointed and threw it out of order, but here you have it. It's been a year and one day since I first posted my first chapter of this. It's been an amazing year. They're happy... for now.