Hey my Lovely's! It's been a while and I've been a bit busy with my school work, but I have managed to complete the first chapter. This is going to be longer than the previous fanfic but I hope people like it as much! I cannot thank you all enough for the feedback on the last story and I wish I could reply thank you's to you all! :D This was inspired by the song "She is the Sunlight" by Trading Yesterday, I love that song so much and it was perfect for this so...

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All characters (except new ones) and the story Les Miserables belongs to Victor Hugo.

It had been 5 months since Eponine and Marius had married and Javert had had little to no contact with them over the period that they were away on their honeymoon. Though, Javert had not failed to send her continuous letters. England had been their choice for a honeymoon and, quoting one of the few letters from Eponine to her father it "rains continuously, only a few days is it close to bright, although, Marius and I are having the most marvellous time. The inn we are lodging at is the grandest I have stayed in. Marius says we are to stay for another month or so."

The months seemed to drag for Javert. He had nothing to occupy himself with now that he had learned from Eponine that Valjean had been killed at the barricades. He had attended his funeral and was rather distressed at the fact that Valjean should be buried alongside his own daughter, though he still felt no pity as they lowered him into the ground. No one had come except Javert, as he was considered nothing more than a beggar to society after he had taken into hiding from the law. Javert had only come to see him put into the ground, easing his mind from all of those years that he had chased after him. Finally it was over.

He had not visited Eponine for the simple reason that he thought he should interrupt the flow of married life. He decided to let them get used to each other's company before he got involved. He reminded himself that it would not be long before that ignorant boy would hurt her in some way. Marius was no doubt able to look after Eponine since his grandfather, Gillenormand, had died rather recently and left Marius and his new wife the whole of his property and money. Though, Javert wondered what he had done with this money. A young man with a pocket full of life savings was typical to spend it quickly and stupidly.

"I can't understand why she hasn't written," Javert had confided in Officer Moreau, who had become a sort of 'friend' to Javert while he had brought up Eponine. "It's not like her."

Moreau simply smiled and replied "Do you know a young couple who would contact their parents on their honeymoon? They'll be busy with other… things." Javert looked up and glared at Moreau, who had a smirk set on his lips. Of course he knew what was involved between married couples, but he had never thought of Eponine being like that. Javert tried to put it out of his mind as he carried on with his work.

England

"It's raining again." Eponine looks out of the window miserably as the rain pelts against the large window.

"So it is," Marius wraps his arms around his wife's waist and nuzzles into her neck. "Maybe we should sleep in, until the clouds pass?" Marius smiles as Eponine turns and starts to giggle. She follows Marius to the bedroom. She laughs as he grabs hold of her and slams the door, carries her to the bed and lets her drop to the soft bed. Marius joins her and she smiles as she feels the familiar weight of him on top of her. He looks into her eyes as he gently tucks a stray hair behind her ear. "I love you." He mouths.

"I love you too."

And it rains, and rain, and rains.

Javert could not be happier. Eponine and Marius had returned from England the day before and were due to stay in his home for a week. Giving Amaline orders on room preparations, Javert almost forgot that they would need a double bed. He told her to make up the other guest room, big enough for two. Javert watched as her childhood bedroom gathered dust and the musical boxes became untouched, the curtains never drawn and the bed always made. For the first time, Javert felt lonely.

"Papa," Eponine called out as Amaline let the couple in the front door, saving them from the cold wind. "Papa, we're here!"

Javert rushed into the room and swept Eponine's feet from the floor and they both laughed as he whirled her around. He set her down and looked over at Marius, who awkwardly held out his hand. Javert stepped forward and took it, shaking it gently before nodding his head and giving a faint smile. It was a way of saying thank you, the reason being that Eponine was happy and healthy and was obviously under no stress or depression.

After they had unpacked their things, they joined for dinner and talked about everything that they had done during those five and a half months in England.

"The theatre was the most interesting thing I have been to! It is certainly not as grand as the ones in France, but they were entertaining all the same!" They all smiled and then there was a silence. They all stared at their plates awkwardly, both Javert and Eponine searching desperately through their mind for something to say.

Javert looked up sometimes, and it would intrigue him to see that Eponine and Marius would stare at each other for a few seconds, and was sure he saw them nod before they saw him looking and went back to eating.

What could Eponine possibly be worrying about? Javert thought to himself as he raised the fork to his lips and looked at the anxious Eponine as she bit her pink lower lip. He then looked at Marius, who equally looked as fear stricken. He ruled out the possibility of Eponine hiding something to do with Marius, as the boy looked just as nervous.

He then concluded that they had something to tell him. Too long had Javert looked upon the faces of guilty convicts to not know what was going on. He decided to wait until Amaline had hobbled in and cleared the table, and they had retired to the living room, before simply asking them outright. "What's going on?" Javert sighed as he took a sip of whiskey and stared into the fire, waiting for them to answer. When there came no reply, Javert raised his voice a little. "Eponine, tell me."

Eponine fidgeted before she grasped hold of Marius' hand and pulled him up with her. Javert sat back and waited before Eponine breathed and said cautiously "Papa…I'm pregnant."

Javert felt as though someone had thrown him fifty feet into the air and he had landed on his chest. He struggled to speak as he gathered the air back into his lungs. Gently raising the whiskey glass to his lips again, Javert drank the rest of the whiskey, put the glass on the table, stood and walked over to the terrified couple. Marius flinched as Javert stared down at him, his cold blue eyes sending a shiver down his spine. Gripping Eponine's clammy hand, Marius looked down to see that Javert had slowly raised his hand to Marius, outstretched. Marius slowly accepted it and smiled slightly as Javert shook it and moved onto his daughter, to whom he gave a hug that could only be described as awkward.

Then, he stormed out of the room and slammed the door, leaving Marius and Eponine rather confused, as he reached for his heavy black coat and paced out of the front door and down the dimly lit streets.