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I hope you guys enjoy this epilogue; I tried to wrap up loose ends/throw in flashbacks to cover other events. Again- thank you all, and enjoy!

Epilogue; 10 Years Later

"Éponine Enjolras's office, how can I help you?"

It was a usual Tuesday in downtown Paris. Marie LeBlanc was sitting at her desk, answering phones as she did every day. Her boss was Éponine Enjolras, one of the most prestigious social workers in entire city. Éponine was only 29 years old, but she had rose in the ranks quickly.

"Hi Marie, it's Éponine's husband, could you put me through to her?"

Marie's face unwittingly split into a smile at the man's voice. Soon after she had been hired, Éponine had told her about how the two had met, and about their unconventional beginnings. Marie was obsessed with the Enjolras family, and the fact that Benjamin was so handsome was just a plus.

Éponine had also told her of her educational background, which to Marie, was so impressive. After her husband (then boyfriend) had graduated from college with a law degree, Éponine had taken the entrance exams without a high school degree. Marie was moved by the fact that Éponine had dropped out of high school to provide for her siblings financially. She had always wanted to go to school, though, and she studied for months (with Enjolras's help) for the entrance exams. Not only had she gotten a high enough score to get into the school, she had gotten one of the highest scores they had ever seen, and she was given a full scholarship.

She finished school in less than four years, her major in Social Work, and children as her concentration. Her specialty now was working with kids that were in the system because their parents were in jail; a situation that she herself had been in more than once.

"Hang on one second, I'll get her on the phone." Marie put him on hold, standing from her desk to knock of Éponine's office door. A muffled call of "come in" floated through the door, and Marie pushed it open. Éponine was seated at her desk, a half eaten bagel in one hand, and a stack of papers in the other.

"Hi Marie, what's up?"

Marie was lucky to have such a wonderful boss. Her last employer had been a bit of a tool, to be honest, and Éponine was anything but. "Your husband is on the phone."

Éponine nodded, putting down her papers to answer her phone. "Thank you, Marie." She said, picking up her phone. "Hi honey, how are you?"

Marie grinned to herself, before closing the door to Éponine's office. She could still hear Éponine as she left. "I'm quite pregnant, if you must know, I can barely reach my desk…"

Marie laughed to herself, before taking her seat again. Éponine was currently eight and a half month's pregnant with their second child. Their first was nearly six years old, a boy by the name of Henry. He was a rambunctious and exceedingly intelligent child, already spouting historical facts about Napoleon and Robespierre when asked.

"Marie!" Éponine called, and the secretary stood, pushing the office door open again. "You can go ahead and take lunch whenever, I'm going to call Enjolras back on my cell phone to keep the office phone open,"

"You're sure?"

"No problem, go ahead." Marie nodded her understanding, and closed the door behind her, grabbing her lunch and switching her phone off. In her office, Éponine stood, stretching her back as she pulled out her cell phone and dialed Enjolras on it.

"Hey, sorry about that, but it's almost 1 and she hadn't gone yet."

"Such a good boss." Enjolras teased, and Éponine laughed.

"You know, I try."

"So, I came up with the perfect baby name." Enjolras said proudly, and the smile promptly dropped off of Éponine's face. They were having a girl, and so far, his only suggestions had been adding the letter 'a' to various philosopher's names.

"I swear, Enj, if it's something ridiculous again…"

"It's not! I swear!"

"Well, what is it?"

"Violet?" He phrased it as a question.

Éponine paused, throwing the idea around in her head. "Violet Enjolras…" she murmured, a smile slowly making its way back onto her face. "I actually like it."

"You do?" Enjolras asked, surprised. She had hated every single one of his past ideas. Admittedly, Voltaira was not the best name.

"I do." Éponine confirmed. "Good job."

"Well thanks," Enjolras laughed, rolling his eyes slightly. "Also…do you remember what today is?"

"This would be the day that you proposed to me," Éponine said immediately, glancing down at the diamond engagement ring that sat on her finger below her wedding band.

"I did a good job, didn't I?" Enjolras asked proudly, and Éponine laughed, remembering the day, eight years before.

"What on earth are we doing?" Éponine asked, exasperated. "Enjolras, I have to study, I have an exam in a week…"

"Trust me, please?" Enjolras asked, pulling her down another side street. They had been wandering around Paris for nearly twenty minutes.

Éponine said nothing, just continued to follow him. "When are we going to get – "

"We're here." Enjolras said quietly, gesturing to the building behind him. Éponine looked up. They were at the soup kitchen.

"The soup kitchen." Éponine said, not following his train of thought. In the past few months, Enjolras had gotten the laws for the soup kitchens changed so that anyone could go in and eat, even children with no way to show a tax return. There was no minimum salary required, and John McCue had unceremoniously been fired for his actions against Éponine and countless other patrons.

"Yes, hang on." Enjolras dropped her hand, reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone. He sent a quick text, waiting several seconds before getting an answer. "Okay, we're ready."

"For what?" To say Éponine was confused would be an understatement.

"Come here." Enjolras said, pulling her down the side of the building to the back entrance. He stopped outside the door, putting both hands on her shoulders. "Okay, wait here. I'll tell you when to open the door."

Before she could respond, he had jogged away in the same direction that they had just come from. What on earth…

She waited for nearly five minutes, and considered leaving three times before she heard "Okay, come in!" come from inside the door. She rolled her eyes, and pushed the door open to find Enjolras. Wearing a hairnet. Down on one knee.

"Oh my God." She said quickly, the tears already jumping to her eyes. Now she understood.

"Éponine, this is where we first met. You came in through that door with Gavroche, walking into this soup kitchen and into my life. I never would have dreamed that we would be where we are now, but I'm so glad that we are. Would you maybe want to marry me?"

Éponine choked out a laugh, the tears flowing down her cheeks. "Of course I will." She said thickly, allowing Enjolras to shakily slip the diamond ring onto her finger. She admired it, the diamonds catching the light as she turned her hand to the side. Enjolras stood up, his whole body shaking.

"I love you," he said, his voice gruff with emotion. She grinned through her tears, throwing her arms around his neck.

"I love you, too." She said against his neck. Enjolras let out a deep breath, one that he felt like he had been holding for weeks.

"Did you have any doubts that I would say yes?" Éponine asked, pulling back slightly to look into his eyes.

"Not really, but kind of? I don't know… I think even if we had talked about it before, I think I would have been nervous asking you. It's a big thing."

"It is, I just – " Éponine stopped, pausing to listen outside the kitchen door.

"Well Jesus Christ, get the hell out of my way – "

"You're not going to be able to hear anything if I can't, R, move – "

"I'm sure she said yes – "

"I don't know, she might have realized that she's too good for Enjolras – "

Éponine looked up at her boyfriend – fiancé, now – and raised an eyebrow. His face turned red, his eyes looking anywhere but Éponine.

"Ah, yes, that'll be our friends."

"Did everyone know?"

"…yes…"

"For how long?"

"I've had the ring for a month?"

"A month?" Éponine asked incredulously. She was shocked that their friends could keep a secret for so long.

"A month." Enjolras confirmed. "Though I've been looking for about six months for the perfect one."

"You've been thinking about this for six months?"

"Éponine, I've been thinking about this since we met."

"And then you snuck up to the outside door and scared the shit out of everyone." Enjolras finished the story with a laugh. Éponine had thought it would be funny to play a trick on their friends; Courfeyrac had screamed, and Jehan had nearly wet himself. In the moment, everyone had forgotten about why they were there, until Cosette screamed, pointing at Éponine's finger. They celebrated that night by getting completely wasted.

"I made dinner reservations for us." Enjoras said lightly. "You know, to celebrate this anniversary."

"You didn't have to do that," Éponine said, touched by his thoughtfulness.

"Yes, I did. I already called Marius to see if they could take Henry for the night. Isabella is thrilled." Isabella was Marius and Cosette's five year old daughter, and the four parents had joked since her birth that the two of them were destined to marry.

"I'm sure she is. They can do their little five year old flirting routine."

"My little ladies man." Enjolras said proudly, and Éponine laughed, rolling her eyes.

"What time do we have to drop him off?"

"Cosette said to bring him over whenever."

"You'll be off work at five?"

"Yup. The reservation is at six."

"Okay, so I'll pick Henry off and meet you at the house. We can drop him off on our way to the restaurant" After their wedding, Enjolras and Éponine had bought a small house in a suburb of Paris. It was enough for them at the moment, but if they had more kids, they would have to purchase something larger.

"Sounds good. I'm meeting Dr. Ramsay for lunch, so I'll text you after." Enjolras was still friends with Dr. Ramsay, who was still teaching the same class at the Sorbonne after ten years. Every year, he still did his assignment, and every year he told the Enjolras family about the various projects the students had undertook.

"Tell him I said hello. I love you," Éponine said, rubbing her stomach and smiling.

"Love you more." Enjolras said decisively. "See you later,"

"Goodbye,"

The couple hung up, both smiling. Even after ten years, they still managed to make each other giddy and romantic, even with just a few words.

Across town, Enjoras put his phone away and shrugged off his suit jacket. He was headed over to the Musain, which was just a few blocks from his office, to meet Dr. Ramsay. The first time they had lunch after graduation, Enjolras had suggested a nice café in the middle of the city, to which Dr. Ramsay had rolled his eyes. He then led Enjolras to the café, and they had been going there ever since. Dr. Ramsay had cited tradition, but Enjolras suspected it was more the never-ending free coffee that waited for him there.

The walk was only five minutes, and Enjolras was soon pushing open the door to the café. Cosette was behind the counter, while Grantaire, Joly and Combeferre sat in a corner over coffee. Enjolras grinned; not much had changed.

"Marble man!"

Yes, nothing had changed. The ABC Society was still in existence, though their rallies and government hacking days were over. These days, their focus was on equal rights and extending education and scholarship to everyone, despite their backgrounds. They worked closely with social workers like Éponine, and professors, like Dr. Ramsay to try to spread their reach as far as possible. Over the past ten years, they had accomplished many things.

"Hello, R." Enjolras said, raising a hand. "Joly, Combeferre, how are you guys?"

"Wallowing." Joly said dramatically, pointing at Combeferre, who grumbled in response.

"What happened?" Enjolras asked, his brow furrowing in concern. He glanced around the café; Dr. Ramsay was not there yet, and so, he took a seat.

"You know how he was talking to that girl?" Grantaire said, rolling his eyes. "She, apparently, has found a new beau and can't talk to 'Ferre anymore."

"Hey, you know, other fish in the sea," Enjolras supplied. Combeferre looked at him in annoyance.

"Easy for you to say, you're married! You are no help."

At that moment, the café door opened, and a young woman walked in. Combeferre followed the sound, his mouth dropping open slightly at the sight. "She's…"

"Hello, Marie!" Enjolras said cheerfully to Éponine's secretary. She looked over, smiling when she saw him.

"Mr. Enjolras, hi!" She said, shrugging her bag back up her shoulder. "What brings you here?" Comberferre's mouth was hanging open.

"This is where me and Éponine spend most of our time." Enjolras said, arms spread to indicate the café.

"Oh! Is this the Musain, then?" Marie asked, looking around. Éponine had mentioned it in several of her stories.

"It is. These are my friends – Grantaire, Joly and Combeferre." Enjolras said, smirking as he pointed to his last friend. Combeferre's face flushed.

"Is it a requirement to go by your last name in your group of friends?" Marie asked. Enjolras opened his mouth to answer, but another voice cut him off.

"It's a question I've been asking myself for years." Dr. Ramsay had arrived.

"It's The Man." Grantaire said, reaching over to shake hands with the law professor. Dr. Ramsay smirked.

"It's been ten years." He reminded them.

"Ten years, and you getting Enj and Marius out of jail is still the highlight of my life." Grantaire said seriously, earning laughs from the group.

"Why don't we all eat together?" Combeferre asked, glancing sideways at Marie. Enjolras rolled his eyes, turning to regard Dr. Ramsay.

"Sure, why not?" Dr. Ramsay shrugged. "Same as usual?" He asked Enjolras, who nodded in return.

"I'll come with you." He said, following the professor to the counter. He looked back, mouthing a 'you're welcome' to Combeferre, who waved him off.

Once they had their food, they approached the table again, Cosette and Marius (who had just arrived through the back door) in tow.

"Any plans tonight?" Cosette asked lightly, casting a look at Enjolras.

"I'm taking Éponine out, Cosette, you don't need to remind me."

"Good boy." She said in response. There had been one year he had forgotten, and Cosette would never let him live it down.

"It's not your wedding anniversary." Dr. Ramsay said slowly. He would know; after all, he had revealed himself to be a certified officiator, and had married Éponine and Enjolras.

"It's our engagement anniversary." Enjolras said, to sounds of acknowledgement.

"Ugh, remember their wedding?" Cosette said wistfully, laying her head on her hands. "Have you ever seen something so romantic?"

"No, but I've also never been so frantic in my life." Combeferre said, and a blush spread across Enjolras's neck.

"Uh guys? Has anyone seen Enjolras?" Courfeyrac asked nervously, his fingers twisting together. At the question, several heads looked up.

"Of all things, we lost the groom." Grantaire deadpanned. "We had one job and we failed."

"We didn't lose him, he's just…" Combeferre trailed off, biting his lip nervously.

"Missing." Marius supplied.

"Shit." Courfeyrac cursed, running a hand vigorously through his hair. "Éponine is going to kill us."

"I'm less worried about Éponine and more worried about Cosette." Joly said, a terrified look coming over his face. Cosette had been in charge of all the planning for the wedding from start to finish. If her plans couldn't go through because they had misplaced Enjolras, they would never live it down.

"Okay, let's think. When did we last see him?"

"I saw him 20 minutes ago right after he got dressed."

"Where could he have gone?"

"GUYS!" A voice sounded through the door, and several frantic knocks followed. Grantaire pulled open the door to reveal Cosette, who looked panicked.

"What's the matter?" Marius asked, immediately. Cosette threw her hands up.

"I've lost Éponine!"

"Well that's funny, because we've lost Enjolras." Grantaire said, shrugging. "Maybe they're already down the aisle getting married without us."

"Jesus Christ, there's twenty minutes until the wedding and we're missing both the bride AND the groom? We are terrible friends." Joly moaned, his hands over his face.

"We need to check everywhere." Cosette said decisively. "Once we know if they're here or not, we can decide what to do."

The group searched for nearly twenty minutes, and none of them found either Enjolras or Éponine. Frustrated, they all met again in the groom's dressing room.

"Nothing?"

"Nothing."

"I tried to call them like fifty times each."

"No answer when I called either, and I didn't hear any phones ringing."

"God dammit, we're going to have to go and tell everyone the wedding is off."

"At least there's not many guests…less people to tell…"

"Hey guys."

"Not now, Enj, we're trying to figure out what – wait, ENJOLRAS!" Marius said, surprise evident on his face. In the doorway stood Enjolras and Éponine, she in her wedding dress, and he in his tux. They were holding hands, pleased smiles on their faces.

"Sorry if you guys were freaking out, we just wanted to talk for a few minutes." Éponine apologized. There was a few seconds of silence before an onslaught of questions and demands echoed through the room.

"Freaking out? We were FRANTIC."

"We were ready to go and cancel the wedding!"

"Couldn't even answer your phones, you assholes…"

"What on earth was so important?"

"Guys!" Enjolras said loudly, holding his free hand up. The group fell silent. "We weren't trying to make you guys panic, we just wanted a few minutes to ourselves before the ceremony. There's been so much planning, and so many seating charts and food tastings and everything that we haven't had a lot of time to be together, you know?"

"So, you left us in a panic to go and have some couple time before tying the knot?" Cosette asked, the anger leaving her face.

"Yeah, pretty much." Éponine said, shrugging.

"That is so romantic." Jehan said in awe, his mouth open. There was a murmur of agreement through the group.

"Alright, I'm not mad anymore." Marius said, smiling crookedly.

"Me either." The group chorused, and Éponine's face split into a smile.

"Well, if no one is going to disappear again, particularly the bride or groom, I think it's about time, isn't it?" Combeferre asked, glancing at his watch. Éponine nodded, squeezing Enjolras's hand.

"I'm going to head back with Cosette, and I'll see you at the altar." She said quietly, leaning up to kiss Enjolras lightly. He smiled, brushing his fingers down her face.

"I'll see you down there." He agreed, and without another word, Éponine and Cosette left the room.

"Well, guys, I'm getting married." Enjolras mused, pushing a small curl off his forehead. He looked up, grinning at his friends, who all burst into laughter.

"Who knew that Enjolras would be the second of us to get married?" Marius mused, glancing at the wedding band on his own finger. Courfeyrac laughed, clapping a hand on Enjolras's back.

"No one, that's for sure."

"It was a beautiful wedding." Dr. Ramsay agreed, after the laughter from the dressing room story had died down.

"Great reception too," Cosette said, smirking. She had planned most of it.

"I don't really remember the reception." Grantaire mused, squinting his eyes to remember. "Nah, got nothing past the cake cutting."

"You sang karaoke after Éponine and Enjolras left for bed." Combeferre reminded him, earning a laugh from everyone at the table, Marie included. His face flushed, causing Enjolras to roll his eyes.

"What did I sing?"

"Show tunes."

The group laughed, and Grantaire shrugged. "What can I say?" He asked, bringing his coffee to his lips. "I'm a natural talent."

"How's Éponine feeling?" Cosette questioned Enjolras. "I haven't talked to her today."

"When I asked her, she told me she was 'very pregnant'." Enjolras laughed. "But everything else is good. She's feeling better this time."

When Éponine was pregnant with Henry, she had constant stomach aches that made eating a miserable experience. Her back was sore every day, and her feet were so swollen she could barely walk in her last month. Enjolras was threatened with both divorce and castration on numerous occasions. It had been a rough nine months, but on April 13th when Henry was born, it was all worth it.

"No threats of chopping your balls off, then?" Grantaire asked, and the whole table laughed.

"No. Thank God."

"Remember when we walked into the delivery room when she was in labor? I've never heard so many curse words in my life." Marius laughed.

"She added 'fuck' to the middle of all of our names." Combeferre mused, smirking. "I was Combe-fuck-ferre for several hours."

"At least you got your name said. I was 'my fucking husband' the whole time." Enjolras deadpanned, and Dr. Ramsay started laughing so hard he choked on his food. Once he had righted himself, he chucked again, wiping tears from his eyes.

"This time will be fun. She can't drop too many profanities with Henry around." Cosette smirked. "And Isabella, for that matter. They're both probably going to be there."

"Hopefully Joly won't try to film the delivery again." Enjolras said, glaring at the man next to him. Joly's face flushed.

"I thought you'd want to remember it!"

"I remember it just fine without you trying to shove a video camera near my wife's – "

"I won't do it!" Joly said, holding his hands up in surrender. "I promise!"

A ding went off in Enjolras's pocket and he pulled his phone out, glancing down to read the message.

"Well fuck!" He said loudly, causing everyone to fall silent in the café. He raised an arm, apologizing, before turning back to his friends. "Speak of the devil, Éponine is in labor!"

Before anyone could respond, his phone started ringing. He answered it, holding it up to his ear. "Hi, honey, I'm on my way." He listened for several seconds, nodding. "Okay, will do. See you soon. I love you."

He put his phone away, turning to his friends. "Cosette, Marius, can you pick up Henry and Isabella and meet us at the hospital? Her water's already broken, so it shouldn't be very long." Cosette nodded, standing to get her keys and purse.

"I will call everyone else!" Marius announced, pulling his phone out of his pocket. He handed his keys to Enjolras, who took them questioningly. "Your car is at the office, right? Mine's parked outside. Go get Éponine." Enjolras nodded his thanks, clapped Dr. Ramsay on the back, and exited the café quickly.

He grinned to himself as he unlocked the car: in a few hours, he would be a father for the second time.

"Well, so much for dinner." Éponine grumbled. Enjolras laughed, pushing a piece of hair from her face. She was in the hospital bed, hooked up to several machines, while Enjolras sat in the chair to her side.

"Not a big deal." He said, smiling. Éponine was much more relaxed this time around; no one had been called any variation of the word 'fuck' so far.

"Don't let Joly in here again." Éponine said slowly, her eyes widening.

"I already told him he's not allowed to film anything." Enjolras assured her, and she relaxed against the pillows, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Can we hurry this along?" Éponine whined, looking around at the various machines. "The waiting part is the worst."

"Do you want me to get the doctor to check again?" Enjolras asked, running a hand down her arm. She shook her head.

"No, it's probably only a couple centimeters still."

"Well, Henry and Isabella will be here soon to keep you company." Enjolras reminded her. Éponine smiled at the thought of her son and "niece" (for all intents and purposes, all of the ABC Society were uncles and aunts to the two children).

"It looks like little Violet might be born on our anniversary." Éponine said, reaching over to grab Enjolras's hand. He leaned down, kissing her on the temple.

"It's a good day." He remarked. He opened his mouth to speak again, before the door opened. Marius walked in, his face breaking into a grin at the sight of Éponine and Enjolras.

"Hello, friends!" He said cheerfully. "You're looking lovely." He said to Éponine, who rolled her eyes.

"Why don't you just fu – "

"Mommy!"

"Henry!" Éponine's response to Marius died on her lips, her arms outstretched to catch her son, who was scrambling to reach the bed. Enjolras grabbed him under the elbows and lifted him to the mattress, where he curled into Éponine's side.

"Aunt Cosette says you're having my sister now." He acknowledged, putting a small hand on her stomach.

"I am. Are you excited?"

"Yes!" Henry said excitedly, before frowning. "She took a long time in there."

Marius snorted, covering his mouth with his hand.

"What's funny Uncle Marius?"

"Nothing, Henry." Marius said, waving a hand. Henry, with the attention span of a five year old, focused back on his mother.

"Will I have less toys now?" He asked seriously. The smiles dropped off of Enjolras and Éponine's faces.

"Honey, no, of course not. Our family is getting bigger, but we're not going to take your toys, or love you any less." Éponine said soothingly, running a hand through Henry's blonde hair. He nodded in understanding, and smiled a gap toothed grin.

"Uncle Marius?" He asked, turning away from his parents.

"Yes?"

"Where's Bella?"

"She's with your Aunt Cosette, they'll be back soon."

"Oh no." Henry said, burying his face in his hands. This time, it was Enjolras who snorted in laughter, before placing a hand on his son's arm.

"What's the matter buddy?"

"Daddy, I can't tell you." Henry said seriously. Éponine was biting her lip, trying not to burst into laughter.

"Well, why not?"

"I think…I think I love her, daddy. I think I want to marry her."

Éponine started coughing, trying to cover her giggles. Marius was doubled over, practically in tears. Enjolras, the lawyer, was the only one holding his poker face.

"Why do you think you love her?"

"I gave her a crayon and I didn't even feel sad, daddy. I wanted her to have it."

Éponine looked at Enjolras over her son's head, a small smirk on her face. He glanced at her, before turning back to Henry.

"Can I give you some advice?" He asked Henry, who shrugged.

"I dunno daddy, I think you only know about the law."

Enjolras laughed, looking up again to regard Éponine. She had one hand around their son, the other on her stomach. Her wedding ring flashed in the hospital light, her smile shining brightly at him. He thought of everything they had been through in ten years – all the tears, the frustrations, and the joy.

"Henry," Enjolras began, smiling at Éponine before looking down. "Let me tell you something about the law of love."

One more time, thank you all so much from the bottom of my heart for your support. I love you guys!

AND if you like me (which I hope you do!) me and Jess hatched a little brainchild a couple months ago for a new fic, called "Guilt". I have JUST posted the introduction on my page. It is a e/e AGAIN (of course) but this one is a little different. I have a bit of a thing for crime stories (if you couldn't tell) but this one has even more twists and turns than the law of love did! If you guys want, you can check it out now! I'm expecting about 15 chapters in all, and don't worry, the intro is supposed to be vague and confusing. All will be revealed!

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