A Franc or Two - Les Misérables [IN EDITING]

Brother - Chapter 40

"So she's pregnant?" Courfeyrac asked, just moments after you walked in. He looked at you, then at Joly, then back at you. "As in... She's having a baby?"

"Well, I'm assuming that's what it is," Joly replied. He turned to you. "You said your dresses were too tight, no? And that your nausea has been persistent? And... well, is there anything else? Cravings, swollen feet..."

"I haven't bled in months," you added.

Joly nodded.

"See what I mean?" he said, turning to Courfeyrac and cocking an eyebrow. "I mean, how long's it been? A little more than three months?"

Nobody spoke for a moment. Not only did you feel awkward with Courfeyrac again- especially considering the fact that he had just been passionately kissing a girl whom you didn't know- but the reality of everything was settling in...

Timeo was literally going to kill you.

Or, even worse, throw you out and force you to die on the streets. Although your job had a tendency to make your life a living hell, it was now the only way that you could survive- and, now more than ever, cope with your heartbreak.

"So... why does this involve me?" Courfeyrac asked, cocking an eyebrow and keeping his voice low.

"I remember you explicitly saying that you slept with her," Joly said. "It would make sense that you're the father."

The color drained from Courfeyrac's face, and as he glanced over at you, he looked absolutely petrified.

He still hadn't spilled your secret.

"[Y/N], we need to talk in private," Courfeyrac muttered. Unfortunately for you, you were already standing in the back room-

"Go outside," another voice chimed in. For a moment, you thought Joly's voice had changed, though you noticed that Enjolras was standing over toward the back of the room. Evidently, you hadn't seen him because you weren't facing his direction, though you were surprised that you... Well, hadn't noticed. He looked absolutely heartbroken.

Before you could absorb the fact that Enjolras had just heard every bit of your conversation, Courfeyrac pulled you out of the room, gently holding onto your wrist as he led you outside. Though many costumers' eyes began to follow your movements, neither one of you seemed to mind much. You were outside in just a moment.

"[Y/N], where have you been?" Courfeyrac asked, keeping his voice low as he pulled you out of the doorway. Someone- who would have been familiar to you, had you been paying attention- brushed behind him and into Le Café.

"Where do you think I've been?" you asked, your eyebrows furrowing a little. "I screw men for a living. Clearly, that's the only thing I'm good at... But I'm glad to see you moved on quickly."

A flash of guilt glistened in his eyes, though his jaw clenched slightly.

"You did, too," he said, with the slightest bit of a scoff. "You kissed Grantaire right in front of me- in front of everyone, that is. If you really enjoyed his company so much, you could have just told me that."

"It isn't so easy," you said, tears brimming your eyes. "If you understood what's been happy, you wouldn't be so eager to snog the first lady you settle upon."

Courfeyrac, though he did seem a little angry, seemed quite embarrassed at the same time.

"[Y/N], that's my wife."

Your heart dropped...

Well, at least you knew he really had moved on quickly, didn't you?