Disclaimer: I only own Adaline, Marié, Alec Javert, Enjolras and Adaline's kids, and Árielle. The title and idea for this chapter is my brother's idea (I only have one brother, and I've been forcing him to read my stories).

May 6th, 1832

Adaline POV:

I wake up to a faint knock on the door, eyes drifting open as I begin to awake. I feel Enjolras's arms wrapped around my waist, eyes shut and lips parted. I try to wiggle out of Enjolras's grasp but it doesn't work. I sigh and attempt to wake him up.

"Enjolras?" I whisper, trying not to disturb him. He doesn't budge.

"Enjolras!!" I say, voice noticeably louder. He shifts in bed, still asleep.

"ENJOLRAS!!" I shout. He jumps up in bed, eyes rapidly scanning the room and blankets falling down his body. I start to laugh, quietly at first and then gaining in intensity until tears are rolling down my cheeks. His cheeks are the color of his signature red jacket. "I heard a knock on the door." I put a corset (God I hate those things) and a dress on, Enjolras putting some pants on and running his hand through his bedhead a couple of times. I start to walk down to the door, but Enjolras grabs my wrist and pulls me gently back into the bedroom. He kisses me softly and then parts from my lips a second later.

"Now we'll go check on the door," he says lightly. We jog down to the entryway and open the wooden door. I see Gavroche standing there with another girl. She has red hair and bright blue eyes with pale skin. She immediately blushes and closes her eyes. I'm confused for a second until I realize that Enjolras is still shirtless. Oops... I step in front of Enjolras, trying to help the mysterious girl out and make sure our neighbors don't see my husband shirtless the first full day of marriage.

"Gavroche? Who's this?" Enjolras asks, perplexed.

"Hi Enjolras! Hi Adaline! This is my friend, Árielle," Gavroche says. Gavroche looks at Árielle peacefully, smiling wider than I've ever seen him smile.

"Friend, you say?" I comment, smirking. "Looks like more than a friend to me." Gavroche and Árielle blush, embarrassed. "Still, come in!" I open the door wider, allowing Gavroche and Árielle to file inside. Enjolras quickly goes upstairs to put on a shirt. He'll probably get his red jacket as well. Árielle stares wide-eyed at the house.

"Mademoiselle... are you rich?" she asks in a soft voice that sounds shy. I laugh lightly and smile at her.

"No, I'm not," I say softly, trying to comfort Árielle as she barely sits on the couch. "It's okay, you can sit down."

"Thank you," she replies, eyes glancing around the living room. Enjolras walks back down the stairs in, surprise surprise, a white shirt and a red jacket. The shirt's top two buttons are undone, leaving a rugged look to it. I smile up at him.

"Would you like some tea?" I ask, the manners drilled into me by my parents coming up to the surface. She nods her head and Gavroche soon follows.

"Could you please make some hot chocolate?" Gavroche questions happily. "With whipped cream and cinnamon?"

I laugh, amused at Gavroche's enthusiasm. "Sure, would you like to help me or introduce Árielle to Enjolras. Properly, this time." I grin at Enjolras, whose cheeks are slowly turning pink with embarrassment.

"Stay here and talk with Enjolras!!!" Gavroche chimes quickly and then turning to Árielle. "If that's okay with you?" he asks. I look at Enjolras, who looks back at me. We smile knowingly at each other and then turn back to the cute sight in front of us.

"Okay," she says quietly. I walk into the kitchen and start to make the hot chocolate, grabbing a pot for it. As I make the drinks, I hear Enjolras talking with the two children. The conversation drifts into the adjoining kitchen enough so that I hear a few words per sentence. I finish making the hot chocolate about ten minutes later and walk back into the living room holding the tray with four mugs on it, whipped cream, cinnamon, and croissants.

"Thank you!!" Árielle and Gavroche say in unison, grabbing their smaller mugs carefully, as to not to spill. Enjolras takes his mug but not without giving me a light kiss. I smile into the kiss and slowly pull away, picking up my own mug a second after. Enjolras takes a sip of his hot chocolate.

"Ummm, Enjolras? Why do you have a bruise on your neck?" Árielle asks politely. A bruise? Enjolras, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, looks at his neck and promptly pulls his jacket lapel over the 'bruise,' choking and sputtering in embarrassment. I'm shaking from laughter so hard that my mug is in danger of spilling over. I set the mug down and grab a pillow, holding it against my middle trying to control the laughter threatening to pour out of my mouth.

"Uh-um-I-no reason," Enjolras says quickly, trying to not tell the innocent children why there's something that looks like a bruise on his neck. I flip my hair so it covers every part of my neck, trying to make sure it doesn't happen again. "So, Gavroche, how did you meet mademoiselle Árielle?" Enjolras asks, changing the conversation.

"Well, it was after one of our get-togethers-" here he raises his eyebrows at us-"and I was going towards the Elephant to go to bed. Courf just went to work and this was before Adaline came and made Enjolras capable of feelings." Enjolras's eyebrows raise sky-high while I try to muffle my snort with the pillow that I'm still holding. Árielle smiles after seeing me snort, assuming from my example that it's okay to laugh at him. My attempt at muffling my snort doesn't work, or that's what I think since Enjolras looks over at me with a smirk on his face, shaking his head. Gavroche grins, proud that he made Árielle smile (or at least I'm assuming). "I had just reached the Elephant when I saw Árielle sitting on the statue, looking like she had nowhere to go."

"This was two years ago, right?" Enjolras asks.

"Uhhhh I'm pretty sure it was," Gavroche comments.

"Does Courf know about you, Árielle?" I ask her. "Oh, and drink your hot chocolate before it grows cold!" She hasn't been drinking her hot chocolate, just holding it in her hands.

"Is Courf the guy with jet black, curly hair with a rosette?" I nod my head. "Then yes."

"Moving on with my story, I invited Árielle to stay at the Elephant and here we are." Árielle nods her head, looking very shy but excited.

"Well, I like her," I say. "Gavroche, you met a nice girl." Árielle blushes at my compliment.

Enjolras smirks and opens his mouth. "So, Gavroche... I think that Árielle is one of the most beautiful girls in Paris, don't you agree? Of course, my Adaline is the prettiest, sorry Árielle." I give him a look. This is not the time to be playing matchmaker. But, their relationship is adorable.

"Thank you, monsieur," Árielle responds shyly.

"Call me Enjolras," he comments. He absolutely hates formal things. Gavroche, during this conversation, has been very quiet, cheeks reddening rapidly.

"Ummmmmm yeah!!" Gavroche quickly exclaims, nervous about what Enjolras said prior. Enjolras looks at me and raises an eyebrow, sort of like an I told you so look. I roll my eyes at him.

"Árielle, is Gavroche your best friend or just a friend?" I ask lightly, caught on the train of meddling with Gavroche's love life.

"He's my best friend!" Árielle chirps. "He's really nice and funny and brave." Gavroche blushes and smiles at the same time. I quietly shift nearer to Enjolras so that I can whisper secretly in his ear.

"They're in love with each other; they just don't know it yet." Enjolras muffles a laugh.

"What did I tell you?" he murmurs back to me softly. I see Gavroche and Árielle whispering among themselves just like Enjolras and I are doing.

"Oh shut it, you!" I retort. I raise my voice a little so that Gav and Árielle can hear me. "Árielle, do you have a nickname that you would like to be called or should Enjolras and I just call you Árielle?"

"Ummm, you can call me Ári. Gavroche does," she comments. "And, uh-are you planning a revolution?" I choke on air and Enjolras's eyes widen to the size of dinner plates. Gav tries to stop Ári from saying more, but I want to know why she thinks this.

"What... makes you say that?" I question, coughing in the middle of my sentence.

"Well, you are both wearing French rosettes, which are things I've only seen revolutionaries wear. Also," here she looks at Enjolras, studying him,"you look like the guy at the rally standing next to the brown-haired guy. The one that told us about General Lamarque's illness."

"If we do say yes," Enjolras replies cautiously, "will you tell Inspector Javert or another police officer?" Ári shakes her head, looking appalled that he even said that.

"No! I want to join the revolution!!" she says a little too loudly. I freeze and stare at the door for a few seconds. Not hearing any clip-clops from horses, I turn back to the children. Gavroche is trying to convince Ári to not join the revolution.

"Who do they remind you of?" I whisper to Enjolras. He studies the children a little more and then his blue orbs widen in realization. His arm wraps around my waist and pulls me closer to him, planting a kiss on the top of my head.

"Us," he says back quietly. I nod my head, still watching the kids peacefully. "Well, maybe I should ask the boys if they want Ári to be part of Les Amis de l'ABC." Ári nods her head eagerly.

"You'll find out what little people can do!!" I cringe lightly, trying to shove away images of Gavroche's blue eyes faded and dull and Ári's tear-stained face. Enjolras looks at me and gives me a side-hug. I smile up at him and then turn back to Gav and Ári.

"How about we bring you to the next meeting?" I question her. Ári's face lights up in excitement and Gavroche grins widely.

"Thank you Adaline!!" I smile at him gently.

"It's no problem. I hope that you liked your hot chocolate." Ári and Gav nodded happily and left our house, running through the streets and chasing after each other. I stand outside of the door, Enjolras behind me, watching the children until they vanish from sight.

Author's Note: Again, this is my brother's idea. I force him to read my stories and he's 10. He has many other ideas which will be coming up in this book. What makes me sad is that he looks a lot like Gavroche. Vive la France!!

           -GryffindorPadmeEaton