Here's the next chapter. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Les Mis or the characters.
Eponine and Marius spent the rest of the day at the beach, listening to the sound of the waves crashing against the shore and just enjoying each other's company. Eponine had realised just how much her "death" had shaken him. After the almost-accident, she had spent a good thirty minutes calming him down until he, eventually, stopped shaking.
Marius kept his arms wrapped around her as they sat on the sandy beach. Her head was resting against his chest and her arms were wrapped around his waist. Marius held her close, almost as if to make sure that she didn't disappear. He kissed her cheek occasionally, which always resulted in her smiling.
It was a fairly warm day out and the sun was shining. The birds were singing merrily and it was just an altogether nice day. After the near-accident and after Marius had calmed down, he and Eponine were having a very nice, relaxing day. The beach was a very peaceful place, especially since they were the only ones there. They just sat there awhile, wrapped in each other's embrace.
"I love you, Madame Pontmercy." he murmured. Eponine smiled.
"Je t'aime aussi." she replied. Both were silent for a few moments.
"I think that, once we return to Paris, I'm going to apply at some of the law firms." Marius said, breaking the silence.
"They'd all be lucky to have you working there."
"You think so?"
"I know so."
He kissed the top of her head, smiling.
They stayed at the beach for the remainder of the day, only heading back when it started to cool. Marius surprised Eponine by scooping her up and carrying her. She rested her head against his shoulder, her arms wrapped around his neck. Occasionally, he would kiss her forehead or her temple and she would smile. He carried her the whole way back and did not set her down until they reached the bedroom.
The rest of their honeymoon passed in much the same way. They would go out during the day, sometimes on hikes, most of the time they just went to the beach. It was their favourite place. They spent the nights locked in each other's loving embrace. They were sad to leave Mantes-la-Jolie, but at the same time, they were happy to return to Paris. After all, Paris was their home. Sure, not all of the memories they had of Paris were good, but that didn't change the fact that it was their home.
Eponine looked out the window as the carriage took them out of Mantes-la-Jolie.
"We can come back some day, can't we?" She asked.
"If that's what you want, then of course." Marius replied. She smiled. She lay down on the bench, her head resting on Marius's lap. "Tired?" He asked her.
"A little. Didn't really get much sleep last night." She replied, grinning slightly. Marius blushed a bit.
"Take a nap, then. I'll wake you when we get to Paris."
She nodded and closed her eyes. She was asleep within minutes.
Marius watched his wife sleep and gently stroked her hair. She smiled as she slept, clearly at peace. She was sleeping so peacefully that, even when they arrived in Paris, he didn't have the heart to wake her.
When the carriage pulled up in front of the house, Marius gently lifted her in his arms and carried her inside.
It was a rather nice house. He'd been planning on surprising her with it. That would come when she woke up and discovered that it would be their new home.
Marius prepared dinner while she slept. He made her favourite meal: chicken soup with egg noodles. The appetizing smell wafted through the house, rousing Eponine from her sleep.
She opened her eyes blearily. The first thought that came to her mind and which she spoke aloud,
"Where am I?"
She got up and looked around. It was certainly a nice bedroom. She pushed the door open and walked out, looking around as she went.
"Marius?" She called out.
"In the kitchen, love."
She followed the sound of his voice to the kitchen.
"Where are we?" She asked him. He grinned.
"Our new home."
"Yes, this is our house now."
Eponine grinned brightly and hugged him tightly.
"After dinner, I'll show you around."
"You're the best!" She exclaimed before kissing him tenderly.
"I try." He replied. He took her hand and led her over the the table, where two bowls of the hot soup sat waiting.
"It smells delicious." She said, sitting down.
"Let's just hope it tastes as good."
It did. Eponine couldn't remember ever having tasted anything so wonderful. She felt hungrier than normal— which was saying something as she knew what it was like to go days without eating.
"Hungry?" Marius asked her.
"Famished." She replied.
"I'll grab you some more." Marius offered. Eponine nodded. He filled her bowl up and then watched her eat. When she finished, he smiled at her.
"Come on, I'll show you around."
The house in which they now lived was absolutely spectacular. It was like a perfect little cottage. Needless to say, Eponine absolutely loved it. It reminded her of the fairy tales from her youth. She used to close her eyes and she'd be in a cabin with fairies and elves and a prince that would embrace her, as Marius was now doing. He was holding her from behind, slouched so that his chin rested on her shoulder. She smiled and kissed his cheek.
"I love you, 'Ponine."
"I love you too, Marius."