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Summary: While enjoying the city they live near, Reader is visited by the past. Enjolras is confronted by his past and his future.
Warning/Notes - No real warnings. Just building dread.
eau de Cologne - how cologne was referred to
reticule - a type of purse for a woman in the past.
Sorry about the time between chapters. I wrote and rewrote this alot!!! It’s a long chapter with a flashback.
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You delighted on watching Enjolras. He spoke easily with the harbor master. His air and command of the situation made you happy. He was firm but pleasant and never belittling.
As they pointed into the bay, you followed their fingers pleased that you could also spot the ship. You gave a moment of pause in gratitude that your time of traveling on the water was over.
Oddly, you were reminded of the stories those women shared of their husbands still gave you shivers. You could never be wed to such beasts. Just as you were pleased with him, the baby shifted within you, made you believe they were pleased to too. You laid a gentle on your stomach.
Turning, he smiled and walked towards you.
“The ship is on an easy and straight course for its arrival. The master spoke of how I should bring you to shops and buy you something nice.” A smile played on his lips.
You gave him a sweet smile. “You don’t have to.”
“I don’t know, I may want to.”
You rose your eyebrows. “We have bought so much for our home. Are you sure?”
He nodded. “My dear wife, I do believe I should have given you something a long time ago.”
Taking his arm you followed him as he led you away from the docks.
You looked around making sure you stepped carefully. “Us, here and safe is enough.”
He squeezed your your hand. “As much as I do not enjoy extreme excess, you need some possession especially since you are the lady of our household.”
“Thank you, my love.”
*******
“Good day, Sir Julien.” Greeted a kind looking older man, he was wiping his hands on a cloth. He stopped upon seeing you. “Oh? Is this the lady of the house?”
You nodded and glanced up at Enjolras. He smiled down at you.
“Dear, this Mr Jameson. He has supplied our home with many treasures.”
“You have parted with many different items.”
He nodded. “I am sure your house is much grander for it.”
“It is.” You nod. “Thank you.” Slipping your arm free, you wandered away as the two began to speak of other items he may or may not be receiving soon.
The house, that you and Enjolras were now were residing were becoming quite grand. It reminded you of your home before the disappearance of your father. It had held several treasures before having sell them so that your mama and you could keep the home.
You sighed and continued to look at all the great items that remained. Some of which shifted your mood and made you relieved that Enjolras had such good eye. You would have been aghast to have them.
You were drawn to an array of some powder boxes. They made you smile. Looking at a few, you were reminded of one night when mama was preparing for one of the parties her and father would be hosting. She had opened one of her elegant boxes and gave her bosom a dusting. You had been watching, peering actually in from the bedroom doorway.
“I see you my sweet little cabbage. Would you like to be like mama and have some perfumed powder tonight?”
You nodded. You hurried over. Stopping, you stood tall while also attempting to be as elegant as you could.
A warm giggle came from her. “Ok. Close your eyes.”
You squeezed them shut. Next you felt a soft brush on your nose. The sweet scent of honeysuckle filled your nose.
“Perfect.” She said with a gentle air. “Now you are all ready for the party.”
******
He was pleased to hear that the cradles had come in. You being here was timely. He could not and would not have wanted to decide on one or even two without your guidance.
“I will go and find her. I am sure she is enjoying the sight of your treasures.”
“Treasures.” He made a dismissive gesture. “They are what makes a household, a home.”
He nodded. “They are that.”
The floor boards creaked under his boots as he walked down another aisle where he spotted you. As he drew closer, he saw a faraway look eyes.
“Ange?” He whispered, wrapping an arm around you.
You glanced up. “I…I…”
He smiled. “You looked terribly faraway my love, where were you?”
“I was.”
You replied with a soft smile that had a trace of sadness to it. You pointed to the powder boxes in front of you.
“They remind me of mama.”
You pointed to the porcelain boxes in front of you.
“Oh? Look at those.”
He drew from you and looked down at them and back at you. He knew how he treasured the glass bottle that held the sharp aftershave that his father gave him.
“Choose among them what you wish to have and they will be yours.”
You brought a gloved hand to your lips, in the muted light he could see happiness brighten them.
“Yes.” He nodded. “They will have a wonderful place on your vanity.”
*****
You held onto two of small boxes and were wrapped tightly in cloth. You could not wait to place them on your vanity. They were perfect.
******
Now, a new happiness filled you at the sight of them sitting there. Berceaux, cribs bassinets all for you and Enjolras to choose from for your baby. You brought a hand to your growing belly as you considered them.
It took some time, testing the ease of the rocking and evaluating the size. Also, you had to make sure none made too much noise when it moved. In the end, Enjolras and you settled on three of the five that stood in front of you. One for you Enjolras’s private chambers, one for the child’s respective nursery and another that they could easily move around if they wished to sit in the gardens or the library and wanted to have the baby with them.
“I will wrap these up in haste.” The man older man patted one of them. “I will fetch Edmund. Together, we will bring these down the docks.”
Enjolras nodded. “Good. Thank you.”
******
The ship surely has arrived by now, if he had learned anything these last few months the timing of ships in clear weather was becoming familiar to him.
Turning to you. with a gentle ease of his hand on your lower back. He made his way with you out to the cobbled street.
“Angel, I will walk you to the perfumery. That is where I found the ones that have already brought the most pleasant scents to the airs of our chambers and for you to feel even lovelier.”
“Is it close?”
“Yes.” He nodded. “And then I will return to the docks and check on the arrival of the boat.”
******
You watched as he spoke warmly with the gentleman in the worn brown coat whose collar looked especially stiff. But had a soft demeanor.
Turning, Enjolras closed the distance between the two of you once more. “Love, this is Mr. Barlowe. He can assist you while I go and check on things with the harbor master.”
“Thank you.” You turned and smiled at the man.
********
Enjolras enjoyed having you along. Though a cloud, a shadow of worry did chase his ankles. Though keeping you tucked away at the estate disliked more.
With it being such a lovely day, he was relieved you were having a good day. The baby was being good to their mama by not giving her any light headedness. That pleased him.
“Oh! Excuse me good sir.” He quickly said as he collided with someone stumbling out of the bar.
Turning in the direction in which the man fell, the man had sprawled.
“I am terribly sorry, sir. Thoughts had clouded my vision.”
He offered his hand. The man took it. He had a very firm grip.
“And drink had made my feet unsure of themselves.”
Their eyes met and chuckle had blossomed and was shared.
“Well, I must be on my way.” He gave the man a quick smile.
******
He had been right. His pleasure on being correct, gave him a flush of confidence. He needed it.
The boat after its journey groaned and creaked as it anchored at the dock.
He’d never breath the words into existence but fleeing had give him a thorn of discontent in his side. Logic, his heart told him he had made the correct decision. There was no doubt or second thoughts lingering in his heart.
Though there was a sliver of pain that sometimes cut deep as the thoughts, the memories of Courfeyrac or Grantaire or even small Gavroche or the elder Mabeuf paid him a visit. He glanced down at his scared hand that he used to lean against the wooden posts at the dock while he waited.
******
“Sir, I mean Officer Gerard, are you alright? I knew I shouldn’t have allowed you free of my arms this early.” The bar maid fluttered around him.
He dusted himself off, eyes narrowing as he watched the younger man walk away. He gave the barmaid who had been warming his bed a half smile.
“Do you know who that is my sweet cabbage?”
The woman glanced and smiled back at him. “Of course, I do my love.”
The woman dragged out that last word, love. He wasn’t quite sure how it made him feel. In the past, he’d backhand some for using it so casually. Yet, now It had been an age since anyone spoke of him in such a manner.
“That is Sir Julien. Newly arrived on our ground with a wife who is blossoming with life while he has the flair of a gentleman.”
With a tilt of her head he could see a tide of worry was over her.
“Is there something the matter? You would surely like him. He drinks and plays cards as well.”
He shook his head. “No but our paths did just crash and it left me curious. He seemed almost too polite for this region.”
“He sounds like you.” A giggle came from her. “Am I too polite too since you took a liking to my company?”
“Perhaps.”
********
“Sir, sir is that steady enough?”
A sharp voice took his attention away from the water that slapped against the wooden haul.
It was his mother. His heart leapt as his stomach churned. His feet ushered him over to where she would step foot.
“Mother?” All that he could possibly remained in his mouth.
Despite a tiredness having blanketed her usual refined and elegant appearance she smiled. “It took some arguing but I convinced your father to allow me passage to go and see you.”
“I did get my stubbornness from the two of you. What made him finally allow you?”
“Reason. Someone needs to keep an eye on the estate.”
“And despite him always being quite cold, you always brought some warmth from him however small.”
“It is my charm and wit that I feel blessed to have passed onto you, my son.”
******
With the occasional sniff from a handkerchief you finally were able to settle on eau de Cologne for Enjolras. You were not sure what he would think of it. But it did remind you of him. Memories, of how he had looked striding over to you with that white billowy shirt, those trousers and black shiny boots still stirred your heart.
“I will wrap this so it is ready when he returns.”
“Thank you.” You replied softly.
*****
The door jangled as you went to stand just outside the shop. The air with all of its scents had grown too heavy for you. Gently wrapped and tucked away in your reticule, the cologne was safe. You held the strings that
Shops, streets were different in England, you mused looking at your new surroundings, the urge to explore was strong.
Though a fluttering came from the baby as they shifted within you.
“Are you awake?” You whispered, gently patting your stomach.
The warmth of your love for them came over you. You were learning that you had to keep not only yourself safe but them as well. Waiting, for Enjolras’s return you took in the small street and other shops. Distantly, you could hear hushed voices with the occasional peel of laughter from opening and closing of a pub’s door.
You watched as Enjolras rounded the corner. As you watched he paused heavily against a wall. He looked as if something happened. Your heart squeezed hard. Not uttering a word you began to make your way over to him.
His eyes met yours as you neared. A few of his curls fell into his brow but didn’t hide the look you saw in them. It stole your breath.
******
The arrival of his mother excited him and worried him. He knew how she was rather particular with how she liked things. He knew the two of you had seemed complimentary of each other during those short moments at Oliver’s.
However, after the package from his father he would not expected this. It was not something, he particularly wanted to worry about. It was enough that he was keeping an ear open for the possible arrival of the French solider who was looking for revenge. He chewed on the inside of his cheek as he made his way back to you.
“Sir Julien, sir Julien.”
He resisted the urge to ignore the barmaid, calling to him. This was not the time to close himself off from all the new people he was meeting. He swallowed, stopping and turned towards her.
“Yes?”
She was breathless and red faced as she caught up with him. Her hands fluttered around her like birds as she found her breath.
“I’m sorry.” She muttered swallowing some breathes.
“It is ok. There was something you wanted?” The urge to get back to you grew.
“A man, like you. Sounding like you has been staying with me.”
A chill came over him, he tried not to shiver. “Like me?”
A broad, lopsided smile that only she could muster spread across her fleshy face as the flush of running over to him finally faded.
“Yes, sounds like you and also likes to play card games. You should come one night. I told him, you did too.”
He blinked. “You did.”
With the excited nod of her head, the bun that held her hair in place loosened some.
“I did. You two would get along. Both very charming.”
He had to get away and now, he needed air desperately.
“I will consider it.
“You will?”
“Yes! But now I must be off. Fare thee well.”
He heard her call the same and he nodded and made it around the corner just out of eye sight and slumped against a stone wall. He felt like what little bile was in his stomach could leave at any moment. He took several breaths to calm his racing heart and churning stomach.
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Summary: Interesting moments for Enjolras and his girl…
Notes/Warnings: No warnings…except some angst but lots of fluff!!!
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You giggled at your reflection, you eyed it up and down. You were going to be a mommy. Reaching, you grabbed one of the fresh tarts. You could eat them forever.
“Do you like these too?” You laid a hand on your stomach. “Let us take the air.”
Going to your table beside the bed you grabbed a book. Then holding your dress you went out to where the doors led to the garden.
It still needed a lot of work. And honestly the idea of paying someone to design and then up keep it was rather excessive. This was your first season, perhaps next year.
You smiled seeing that Angela had made your bench, your little nook more comfy for you and the baby. The pillows and blankets were a welcome sight.
*******
Your heard the ground crunching and looked up from your book. You smiled.
“Yes, Angela?”
The house keeper smiled. “Sir Julien is still in town, however a letter and a package arrived for him.”
“Oh! How nice he will be happy to receive mail.”
“Yes? Shall I put them in his study then?”
You nodded. “Yes.”
********
Enjolras, walked through the market. Memories danced in his head, as he reminded walking through that one market with you. You had been as fresh and as lovely as the white blossoms that swept through the garden.
“Oh!” He replied and grimaced as yet another person bumped into him. It made him remember, he bit his cheek. He had Gavroche walk you home. His broken, bloodied body took shape and then faded fast.
It made his anxiousness of you wanting to go to the market with him tug harder onto him. People had already stepped on his feet and even bumped harder into him contacting with the table. That could hurt the baby and you. He would not let that happen.
As he shifted the satchel that slung on shoulder from one to the other. It was already filled with some rather nice vegetables and fruits. His nose twitched as he grew closer to where the the meats salted and other wise were on display for the choosing.
*******
He brought the satchel and the meats directly to the kitchen. Those that tended to his house were getting used to him not also helping with some of these tasks.
When he had been a youth, the servants his parents had would serve him and his mother. But now as a grown man, and after doing much on his own he could not go back to the ways of his youth. He compromised and let them cook, bake and help you but moments like this, he insisted upon.
He was just wiping his hands from the meats when Angela came into the kitchen from the root cellar.
“How nice I do enjoy when you bring things that I shall change into something you and the lady shall enjoy.” She smiled.
He nodded. “Tell me where is she?”
The older woman chuckled. “Oh sorry.”
He made a dismissive gesture as she apologized for the informal response to his question. He knew, there was no keeping you in the bedroom or even one of the parlors with the weather as nice as it was.
She smiled. “She is in the gardens, comfortable among the pillows and blankets we brought her. And she has a book for her mind.”
“Good.”
Turning, he made his way to you.
*******
He stopped just shy of where he knew your bench was and peered around a shrub to gaze upon you. His heart lifted and smile graced his lips. The sight, pushed away the gray cloud of the past away.
Your lips were as elegant as artist’s brush stroke. He felt blessed to know how they feel. He longer for another kiss. He would have one now here in the gardens.
His boots made the ground crunch and the tall grass, parted a he closed the distance.
“My love!” You called out sweetly.
His heart warmed as he watched you hold out your arms to him. How you looked up and your eyes twinkled.
Soon, he was beside you and easily he held you close. Sighing, he rested his chin on the top of your head.
“Have you had a good morning?”
“I have.” You gently pulled back. “I enjoyed some tarts and came out to read.”
He rubbed your arm. “I am happy to hear it. I would have woken you before departing but you were such a sweet sight, so soundly asleep and gentle hand on your stomach.”
You drew a little closer, “You could have woken me.”
He tucked a stray strand behind your ear. “Perhaps, next time.”
You took his hand and he drew it to your lips, he smiled lightly as he felt you press a kiss to his palm.
“Oh! I almost forgot some mail did arrive for you. Angela has brought it to your study.”
Inwardly he stilled. “Did you see if it was from mother or Oliver?”
You shook your head. “It is not my place.”
He pressed his lips together. “We’re in this together.”
You shrugged. “Yes, but you deserve some privacy.”
“Thank you.” He looked you over. “Shall we go in and perhaps, have some sandwiches made. I can tell you all about the market and the e butcher.”
“And maybe we can discuss what do with the nursery?”
He chuckled. “Yes, we can do that too.”
*******
Stopping outside, his office he decided he had better see what the mail brought.
“Ange, have you left me any tarts?”
You stopped and giggled. “There are a few that remain.”
He cupped your cheek. “It is nice to discover how my ange, is sweet and how she enjoys sweet treats.”
“You have given me a chance to enjoy them once again.”
“I am glad.” He eyed the doorknob and then looked back at you. “Please, tell Angela then that I would like one with tea.”
You giggled. “I will enjoy one with you before we have our sandwiches.”
“Good. All of these tarts will make our baby just as sweet as their mother.”
His hand drifted from your cheek and it ghosted the side of your stomach.
You smiled brightly. “I hope so. But I want them to be brave and strong like you.”
He gave you a half smile. “We’ll see.”
*******
When he saw how large the package was, he strode back to the door and locked it. A pit of nervousness blossomed and began to grow.
He opened the envelop first. He swallowed, seeing his father’s scrawling across the paper.
Son,
Knew it was your heart that would bring you back to us. Grateful, you got that from your mother.
A solider, came by looking for you. Apparently, you have an edge. It has balanced your heart.
He is looking for you. He is on a ship. Headed for the new word. Anger has consumed him. His ship docks in London. He found us. I believe he will find you.
I sent my dueling sabers. You were always good behind a sword, if he finds you choose your battle. Ask for a duel.
In conclusion, be firm and a few tears never hurt you. Your mother approves of your wife so for once I will blindly approve of her as well. Keep her in your heart and keep your head clear, if that man finds you and accepts the duel.
Your mother sends her love.
Father
He chewed on his thumb. Enjolras, never ever fretted. He always knew the right course of action. He was always victorious. He always could look ahead and see the possible outcomes. All of which usually would be end his favor.
He was certain that sometimes he heard the whistle of Death’s scythe as it sliced through the air barely missing him. Or he’d feel as Death’s boney fingers graze his sleeve as he would attempt to yank him from this world.
Pulling back the heavy velvet material, two swords were nestled there. As he looked at the polished metal before him; he couldn’t see the future. It blurred, became hazy. He had to keep his eyes open. Could he write adequate letters. Could he make peace with you, and his unborn child that still grew in your belly. He did not know.
Enjolras, never ever fretted. He always knew the right course of action. He was always victorious. He always could look ahead and see the possible outcomes. All of which usually would be end his favor.
He was certain that sometimes he heard the whistle of Death’s scythe as it sliced through the air barely missing him. Or he felt his boney fingers grazing his sleeve wanting to yank him from this world.
Pulling back the heavy velvet material, two swords were nestled there. Right now, as he looked at the polished metal before him; he couldn’t see the future. It blurred, became hazy. He had two weeks. Could he write adequate letters. Could he make peace with you, and his unborn child that still grew in your belly. He did not know.
