The City called Saint Michel

Chapter 22

Courfeyrac was happy, probably the happiest he's even been. He was engaged and he was going to be a father. But something came to his mind. What if he wasn't going to live to marry the love of his life or the birth of their first child? What if she was all by herself when she was giving birth? So many what-if questions.

"Fey, what is it?", she asked. "I was just thinking. But we should celebrate now.", he said. She had noticed that something has changed — something about their child? "Fey, be honest with me.", she commanded, without looking at him.

"I am honest with you, my dear." "No, you're not. I can feel it. It is about the baby, right?", she asked with tears in her eyes. "No, no, no, what makes you even say that?", he asked. "Because your mood changed when I told you about the baby. Tell me, everything.", she said.

"I'm scared that I won't be able to marry you or be at your side when our child is born.", he said, not looking at her this time. "Fey, look at me! If you look into your own heart, and you find nothing wrong there, what is there to worry about? What is there to fear?"

He looked at her, grabbed her face and kissed her . It was easy for her to make him happy again. "Thank you", he said, resting his forehead on hers, "you are the most beautiful and amazing person on this entire world. You are an angel sent from heaven. Into this, world, where women aren't appreciated."

She was speechless. He was the most loving young man she had ever met. She had tears in her eyes. How could one man – a man who was risking his life for the good in France – be so amazing, so loving? It was a mystery to her.  Finally life was fair, to both of them. She had lost a lot in her life and but now she was getting her reward.

Nothing and no one could destroy that moment they had. She possibly couldn't have been any more wrong. A knock on the door rang out, with Marius Pontmercy stumbling in once again. "It has begun.", he said. Courfeyrac and I exchanged glances. "Don't forget, I will come back for you. And our baby.", he said, smiling and then leaving. The door fell shut.

She was crying. She feared that her soon-to-be husband was getting shot at the barricade. She wasn't going to let that happen. She opened the big doors to the wardrobe, Courfeyrac and her shared. She took out a shirt and pants. She was going to fight on the barricade.

She wrapped a piece of fabric around her chest to make her boobs flat. (A/N: she does the same thing as Eponine does in the movie.)
Her baby bump wasn't visible yet so she put on the shirt and tucked it into the pants. Of course, they were too big on her so she took a belt she found. All she needed was a cap to hide her long hair. Of course, she could've cut it off but she didn't want to.

She found a cap and put it on. Her hair was in a neat bun and very well hidden in the cap. Why does Courfeyrac own that many caps? She asked herself. She had to make her face dirty so they wouldn't notice it was her. She took a final look in the mirror and she looked like a boy. Probably around the age of 17. (A/N: Juliette turned 20 in 1832 but she looked a lot younger.)

The fight has begun.

(A/N: Ayy, the Revolution has begun. Leave your thoughts on this chapter below ♡)