Epilogue

She is his

The following morning,

Chantelle stirred to find that she was pressed against Grantaire's bare chest. Even when he was sound asleep, his arms were around her waist. His soft breathing let her know that he was still sleeping.

The wedding had been beautiful; she'd remember it always. When Grantaire had kissed her, she hadn't wanted him to stop or to let her go. When they'd pulled away, she'd discovered that she was clutching onto his lapels.

Marius and Enjolras had begun laughing at them at them point. Enjolras began commenting about Grantaire and his 'power' over women. And Grantaire took great pleasure in revealing as how they were now brothers.

Her mother's husband was close to her age and very handsome in an elderly way. Eponine's father had shown up, alone. He had almost stomped out and left, but had stayed at Eponine's insistence. He hadn't quite forgiven her for her testimony in court and she doubted if those scars would heal so soon in time.

She studied her husband's peaceful face as tears dribbled down her cheeks. Her mind and heart recalled last night when they'd consummated their marriage. She had been scared and frightened. But Grantaire proved her comfort was above his needs. He had spent almost an hour accustoming her to his touch before they'd become one.

That act had caused her blood to run cold and he had sensed it. Again, he'd waited for her a few minutes while murmuring words of love into her ear. Slowly, she'd felt her body flourish and come alive and she stopped hesitating that night. She felt the last icicles of fear around her heart melt and all of her being belonged to him alone.

She sniffled and wiped her eyes as Grantaire stirred. His sleepy blue eyes opened and he became alert as he took in her tears. "Chantelle," he sat up and pulled her up. "what's the matter? Please, don't cry."

She shook her head as he wiped her eyes. "I'm…sorry. you," she shook her head at his worried look. "you are…so wonderful to me. Last night….it meant more to me than you can ever know. I'm free now."

"Free, Chantelle?"

"Last night, I'm free from everything." She ran her finger over his chin. "I'm free from the past."

"Honestly?" He asked. "Completely and fully?"

"Definitely." She sat up and smirked. "Now, onto more pleasant things. Now, Enjolras told me that you were planning to be a doctor at one point." She wrapped her legs around his waist. "Now... why don't you take all that scientific knowledge that you have tucked away inside your brain and put it to good use?"

Grantaire laughed as he pulled her closer to him. "With pleasure."

Two years later,

Chantelle shrieked as she felt lips on her neck. She spun around to see Grantaire grinning at her. "You…scared me!" She gasped. "When did you get back? How did your lecture go?'

"It went well. And I'm sorry for scaring you." He kissed her on the mouth and frowned. "You're sticky. What have you been eating? Don't tell me!" He closed his eyes and spoke. "That raspberry crumble pie you baked? You left me some I hope?"

Her smile vanished and she looked down at the pie pan that held almost a third of the pie left. "I left you a piece."

Grantaire looked at the pie pan and chuckled. "Don't tell me you ate all of this?"

She nodded and stood up holding the pie pan. "Yes. I did."

Grantaire began removing his coat. "You ate two-thirds of a pie Red, come on." He set his coat and vest down on the table. He approached as he unbuttoned his shirt. "Hand over the pie."

She smiled flirtatiously. "You don't want the pie."

"I don't?"

She nodded as she stuck her finger in a raspberry before licking her finger slowly. "You don't want the pie."

"I'd almost believe you," he said as he matched step for step across the kitchen. "but, tell me, what do I want instead?"

"You want me." she said seductively. "Why would you want a pie when you could have me?"

She let out a shriek as she hit the kitchen wall; she'd missed the door by a foot. Grantaire noticed and he pinned her against the wall with a single quick move. She began laughing as he reached for the pie.

"No!" She giggled. "Grantaire! No!"

He snatched the pie out of her hands. "Why not?"

"Because I'd like to eat it!" She reached for it. "Please." In one smooth motion, Grantaire swooped her up onto the counter and set the pie to the far left of her. "Grantaire. That's mean."

He laughed and rubbed her silken knees. "Now," he began inching her skirt up slowly. "is this…the dessert you had in mind for me?"

She nodded as his cold fingers moved slowly up from below her knee, upwards. "Grantaire…wait."

"Why should I?" He asked as he kissed her.

"I need to…tell you something."

"Make it quick."

"I'm," she gasped as his hands grew closer to her center. "pregnant."

Grantaire's hands stopped and she felt his entire body stiffen up. He pulled back and stared at her, his blue eyes wide with shock. She started laughing and crying as Grantaire shook his head in amazement. "Oh dear God! Chantelle?"

She threw her arms around his neck. "Yes! We're having a baby!"

She watched as Grantaire tugged her off the counter. She stared at him as he stared at his hands that were upon her waist. She inhaled and waited for him to react and say something. She watched as he slowly knelt, still keeping his hands on her waist. She frowned as he leaned forward, resting his head on her stomach. His shaking shoulders explained his reaction to her.

Grantaire was crying.

"Grantaire?"

"Oh God above," she rested her hands on his shoulders. "I thank you so much for your blessings. For my wonderful wife. For the child….that I had secretly hoped for so long. Thank you….for everything." He looked up at her, tears streaming down his cheeks. "My love…are you sure?" He ran his thumbs over her abdomen. "We're going to be parents?"

She knelt. "Yes. Look at me…believe me."

"When I look at you, I can believe anything you tell me." He stood up and wiped his eyes looking a little uneasy about being caught at such an unmanly moment. "Now, no more tears."

"Indeed. But, as I say," she wiped a tear from his eye. "it is a great man that cry openly before his wife."

"Thank you," he cleared his throat. "but, I don't think I shall do it much more often."

"You will." She said taking his hand placing it upon her stomach. "Because life after this birth will be full of tears. Happy ones and sad ones; I am so glad to be the one you asked me to share them with."

"I am the one blessed. You chose me and I am the one who will be eternally grateful to you. You chose to share each day with me, each night and morning."

"Because you hold my love for our whole lifetime together Grantaire." She blushed. "Now, I'm talking like you!"

He laughed. "Really, my tongue can not have as profound an affect on you as you claim. Then…I look at you and I wonder."

"You don't wonder…you know." She smiled. "You know Grantaire. You know that when you look at me, you have me completely. Nothing will ever part us. Ever."

"I'm holding you to that my love."

"Then never let me go."

Yes, this is the end. Thank you everyone for reviewing, subscribing and marking it as your favorite. I am contemplainting writing a Merlin fic or my first Phantom of the opera story with Raoul getting Christine and Erik as the villian. (And I decided this after buying tickets to see Ramin Karimloo.) I'm blaming Hadley Fraser, I'm a little gaga over him at the moment. Those who haven't seen Merlin yet, I heartily reccomend it. It's a spectacular T.V Series and I'm very upset that it only has 5 seasons! Thank you everyone for your support!