The City called Saint Michel

Chapter 23

She walked to the Café, spotting Eponine in a corner. "Juliette, what are you doing here?" "We're helping.", she said. "We are?", Eponine asked. "Well, me and my baby at least." "What! oh my god, congratulations. I knew it.", Eponine said, hugging Juliette.

"The Revolution won't start until tomorrow. You can leave your clothes here and I'll pick you up tomorrow.", Eponine said. She nodded. "Thank you." "You should go home, Courfeyrac will probably come too at night.", Eponine said. "No, he won't. He had already said his goodbye.", she said.

Thank God, that Eponine had a dress from her to put on. She unwrapped the fabric and gave everything to Eponine. She nodded and you walked into the Café.
"Bonjour Mademoiselle." "Bonjour. Are the boys upstairs?" "Oui." "Merci", she called out.
She walked up the stairs and saw her boys preparing.

It broke her heart. Her friends, the love of her life.... what could happen to them.
You opened the door and sat down at one of the tables. No one had realized that you were here until you tapped on Courfeyrac's shoulder. He turned around immediately.

"What are you doing here?", he asked. "I had to see you tonight. I may see you for the last time tonight.", she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please don't worry. It's not good for you or the baby.", he said. She saw that he was scared. "Fey, please.", she said, tears threatening to roll down her cheeks, "please don't leave me too."

Enjolras had seen her now too. "Juliette, get out of here. This is preparation for a Revolution." "Don't talk to her like that.", Courfeyrac said. Her eyes got watery. "No, Fey, it's okay." "No, it's not.", he said. Enjolras looked at him. His face showed that he was annoyed. "I'm sorry Enjolras. It's just, that Courfeyrac and I are engaged and we're expecting a baby. Do you understand now why I wanted to see him?", she asked him, tears rolling down her cheeks.

She unconsciously held her invisible baby bump. He nodded. "Courfeyrac. Go home. Now. We will prepare everything. Be with your future wife.", he said. Courfeyrac looked stunned. And It caught the attention of the rest of the young man. "Are you sure?", he asked. "Yes, I am. Spend your final hours with your family. We don't know how this will end. But you should spend it with her.", he said, taking the gun from Courfeyrac away.

Courfeyrac took her hand and they walked home. The walk home was silent. He was angry. But she wasn't sure if she was the reason. "Fey, are you angry with me?" "No, I'm just— scared.", he said, shrugging his shoulders. They reached the apartment.

Soon they both were lying in bed. He was sitting at the edge of the bed. She sat up. "Fey, please talk to me.", she said, whispering. "You should sleep, not talk." "Why are you like that to me? I have done nothing to deserve this.", she yelled at him.

"Yes you did. If you wouldn't have come to the Café, I would still be there and help my friends preparing for this Revolution.", he said, angrily. Courfeyrac was never angry. But this was the first time she had ever seen him angry.

"I'm sorry that I love you. And I am sorry that I had stepped into your life.", she said, getting out of the bed. "Where are you going?", he asked. "What do you care for? Go back to your friends and help them. I'll see you when you make it out alive.", she said, leaving.

She slammed the door shut. He knew that following her wasn't a good idea. She wanted to be left alone. Courfeyrac took a deep breath.

The night was cold, it was raining. Soon she was soaked from her head to her feet. She had been crying since she left. How could he be so heartless? How could he risk his life like that when he knew that he was going to be a father? Maybe he didn't love her. Maybe this was all for show. These thoughts made her cry even harder.

(A/N: this is a filler chapter and the actual fight begins in the next chapter. Leave your thoughts on this chapter below ♡)