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20 years later
Marius chased after his two young daughters, following the squeals and laughter.
He easily could have caught them, but deliberately slowed down and pretended to be out of breath, much to his daughters amusement.
He soon snuck up behind them, and took a daughter on each hip.
"Come on, rascals, time for bed!"
He laughed when they groaned and pouted.
"Amelie, Dorothée, should you not be in bed?" Éponine entered with a grin, taking Dorothée.
"No, Maman, we're big girls. Gavroche doesn't have to go to bed early!" Dorothée protested.
"You're seven. Seven year old girls go to bed at seven. Next year, you'll go to bed at eight. The year after you'll go to bed at nine. And that's because Gavroche is 15, he's a lot older than you so he gets to stay up later." Marius explained.
The two girls nodded, and their parents entered their pink room. They put the girls in their beds, and prayed together. When they were done, they kissed each girl on the head, taking it in turns.
"Maman?" Amelie piped up.
"Oui, ma cherie?"
"What age are you and Papa?"
"Let's just say we're above the age of thirty-five," they looked at each other, laughing.
"Well, does that mean you go to bed at thirty-five o'clock?" Amelie asked, curious.
Éponine shook her head and Marius chuckled.
"Non, Non, we'll go to bed in a few hours. I love you both!"
"We love you too, Maman!" they chorused.
"I love you, mon bébés," Marius grinned, tucking them in.
"Love you, Papa," they smiled.
Marius turned the lights out after Éponine left, and closed the door.
"This is new," Éponine smiled.
"What is?" Marius was confused
"Peace and quiet. _ is at Enjolras and Nicolette's, all the teenagers are there. And the girls are going over to play with Lottie and Joly's girls in the morning."
"So, that leaves us with?"
"Peace, quiet, and wine," Éponine smiled, lightly skipping down the stairs towards the kitchen.
Marius followed her down, and she was already pouring out drinks into glasses for just the two of them. He walked up behind her and slipped his arms around her waist, and started to place light kisses on her cheeks and neck.
She smiled, and arched her neck, before turning around to give him a glass of wine.
He smiled, and took it. "Merci."
She clinked their glasses together.
"Cheers," she smiled, before taking a sip.
"Cheers, ma belle," he tapped glasses.
Enjolras and Nicolette had a two year-old girl, a girl of the twins' age, a boy aged ten, a boy aged 13, and a girl aged 15. Joly and Lottie had three girls, aged 9, 14 and 18. Marius and Éponine had a son, and the two girls. Between them all, they had eleven children who all loved each other very much, and were hard to seperate. They were so close, as if they were cousins, or even siblings, and were always at one another's houses. All the older children were at Nicolette and Enjolras' home, and the younger children were all asleep.
They walked into their living room, and Marius sat down on the sofa. Éponine sat down in between in his legs, leaning back into his chest.
They sat there like that for hours, savouring the peace and quiet that was often so hard to find.
Éponine was still laughing from something Marius had said, and he was silently smiling down at her. She turned around to look up at him. They sat, staring into each others' eyes, for what seemed like forever, but was only a few minutes.
"I love you, 'Ponine, ma chérie" he smiled down at her after a little while.
"I love you too," she smiled up, before initiating a kiss. They kissed each other, before Éponine pulled away and stood up, holding out her hand. He grinned, knowing what this meant.
He stood up, and instead of taking her hand, he lifted her up bridal style. She threw her head back and laughed. She leant forward, and wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning forward to kiss him.
Through all the years, their love had never faltered. When two people share so many experiences, so many traumas, so many stories, nothing can defy them.
Twenty years on, they loved each other more than ever.
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You guys, this is the last chapter:(
Thank you so, so much for all the support you've given me throughout this whole fanfiction, it means everything to me. You are wonderful readers and reviewers, who gave me help and support during a really rough time around Easter and the passing of my Granny, and who stood up for me against mean reviewers; I honestly cannot thank you enough for being the lovely, amazing, beautiful, caring people that you are. You all are so kind, and everytime I open my emails to find a review, I smile, honestly. You are all perfect. Thank you, for everything.
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