The City called Saint Michel

Chapter 21

So, this was happening. She had to tell Courfeyrac...no she couldn't....yet she had to.....he would hate her if she told him.
So many thoughts went through her mind at once. "Hey are you alright?", Combeferre asked her, after noticing that she had turned paler. "Y-yes, I am. I want home now.", she said. "Should I tell Courfeyrac?"

"No! You won't tell him anything!", she said.
"I won't, okay? Don't worry. But you have to tell him, unless he's not the father." "He IS the father!", she half-yelled at him. Emotions took over her and she felt like she was losing herself.

Combeferre brought her home. She was all by herself because Courfeyrac was still at the meeting, but that was what she wanted at the moment. She didn't know how to tell him. Hey, you know that you're going to be a father if you like that or not. She obviously couldn't say that. They weren't married and Courfeyrac probably wouldn't even ask her.

He was way to good for her. She was a baker's daughter who had been clumsy and fell over her own feet. He probably felt sorry for her so they had started dating. She had another breakdown. All these thoughts, the thoughts that wouldn't let her go.

Soon she could hear the front door opening and no one else- besides her beloved Courfeyrac came in. He was smiling. "Bonjour Mademoiselle. Are you feeling better?", he asked, staring deep into her brown eyes. She looked away. "Jules, talk to me, please!", he begged her. She broke into another pair of tears. Dang, those hormones.

After crying for a while, she had to say it. She had to tell him. He knew that could happen, right? "Fey, I need to tell you something." He nodded, interrupting me. "Please, me first, okay?" She nodded.

"I know that I could die at the barricade. You know that too. I wanna tell you a story. About a pretty girl. Let's call her, Juliette. There was a handsome man, let's call him Courfeyrac, who had caught a clumsy baker's daughter. He was obsessed with her — obviously not as obsessed as Marius with that nameless girl — she was always on his mind. I don't know how many times I tried to not think about you, I just could stop. You're magical. When we first kissed, I knew that I was deep in love with you. Now, two years later, we're here, and I'm here, telling you all of this. In the past few weeks — no not the past few weeks — ever since I've met you, I realized I couldn't live without you, by myself. So Juliette,
will you marry me?"

She stared at him. He was asking her to marry him. She nodded. He got up and placed a deep kiss on her lips. Then he gave her the roses and put on the ring, Feuilly had made specifically for her. "Now, what do you want to tell me?"
"Fey, do you remember when you told me how much you wanted children?" He nodded. "Juliette, are you–?" She smiled and nodded.

"Yes, I am pregnant"

(AN: so a proposal and the message of a pregnancy. I had so much fun writing this. Leave your thoughts on this chapter below ♡ maybe give me some feedback on this chapter, because I want to improve.)