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Jehan blinked up at Combeferre, a bit confused by his words. "It... it is? You're not... you're not mad or angry?" As that idea washed over him, a broad grin spread over his lips and he leaned in, crashing their mouths together. "Oh, thank you! I love you!"

Combeferre listened, rubbing Jehan’s back lightly and then he heard the news. He grinned, laughing and kissed Jehan soundly. “That’s wonderful.”

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Jehan shook lightly, shaking as he glanced up at Combeferre. "I... you see..." he started slowly, his heart pounding. "You remember how I said I hadn't expected my last heat? How... How because of that I hadn't been on contraception? Well..." he trailed off, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. "I'm pregnant."

Combeferre could sense Jehan's unease. He stroked his hair tenderly. "Is something wrong, love?"

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Jehan smiled softly, nuzzling against Grantaire's neck. "As you are to mine," he whispered.

"I couldn’t if I wanted to, which I definitely don’t." Grantaire kissed his forehead. "You are the light in the darkness of my life."

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Jehan had, to be quite honest, been terrafied about what would happen after the heat. He'd worried that without it to draw him near, Combeferre would leave him, would forget him. When that hadn't happened, when they'd only grown closer together, it had been enough to leave him crazy with bliss. The past month had been the happiest he'd been. Until, of course, he'd noticed that things were off. Now he was sitting with some very important news to tell Combeferre and no idea how to do it. "I... I love you too," he hummed, trying to just enjoy the feeling of Combeferre's lips on his neck without worrying too much. Surely he could still enjoy this, right? Surely he could.

Even after the heat had passed, Combeferre found himself spending every spare moment with Jehan, as near to him as possible. It had been over a month, and he couldn’t be happier. He curled around Jehan after a meeting one night, kissing his neck. “Mm, I love you.”

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Jehan couldn't help the little tear that slid over his cheek as he held Grantaire tightly, clutching at him. "Please," he breathed out, shaking. "Please don't leave me."

Grantaire kissed him tenderly. “I love you too. You’re so perfect and amazing.”

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Jehan nodded, closing his eyes and fitting his head beneath Combeferre's chin. Within moments, he was asleep.

"Sleep, love," Combeferre whispered. "I’ll be here."

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Jehan smiled softly, nodding as he huddled closer to Grantaire and wished with everything in him that he could believe it. "I love you," he whispered, brushing their lips together softly.

"Maybe that's how it started." Grantaire kissed him. "But it was you I fell in love with along the way."

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"Did I really?" he asked softly. "If it wasn't for Enjolras, you never would have come to me in the first place. And again, you would never have told me how you felt. I got you because of our leader."

Grantaire returned the kiss. “You got me with your own charms, love.”

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Jehan nodded, nuzzling against Combeferre's chest and yawning softly, feeling himself begin to grow more tired.

"thank you for letting me." Combeferre nuzzled his neck. "For loving me as well."

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Send one to see how my muse reacts.

"There’s nowhere we can hide."

"Don’t get too close."

"Maybe I should kill myself."

"I’m not listening."

"No one can hurt you now."

"Who do you think you are?"

"You’re gonna catch a cold."

"I wish that you would just leave."

"I love the way you laugh."

"A little evil goes a long, long way."

"Drink the wine."

"Maybe we could stick around for one more drink."

"Here’s to us."

"The last few days have kicked my ass."

"Nothing lasts forever."

"I don’t know what went wrong."

"I don’t need you here."

"Did I fall asleep?"

"I will not die."

"I’ll wait here for you."

"I feel numb."

"Deal with it."

"I don’t care."

"I hate the way I love you."

"I have no regrets."

"I love you too much to hide you."

"I didn’t kill anybody."

"There is no God."

"All monsters are human."

"You look beautiful, but you don’t look fine."

"You’re a liar and a cheat."

"Why do you think I’m here?"

"Crap, are you pregnant?"

"This is just perfect."

"You’ve done enough already."

"Do you know about the box?"

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Jehan laughed, nodding and pressing their lips together again. "I guess I owe him now, don't I?" He laughed. "For getting me you."

"I’ve been over him for awhile." Grantaire kissed Jehan’s forehead. "I just, I was so afraid if I said something, you’d think I was settling, because it’s you I want now. No one else."

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Jehan nodded, leaning up and pressing their lips together. "Thank you," he murmured, "for loving me."

Combeferre kissed him. “You’re so beautiful, so perfect. I’m lucky you’re mine.”

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"If it's me you want, then you have me," Jehan breathed out, leaning in and pressing their lips together. "I love you, Grantaire. I was so... so afraid of losing you. And you... you've made me better, helped me keep the darkness away. I need you."

"I’ve been over him for awhile." Grantaire kissed Jehan’s forehead. "I just, I was so afraid if I said something, you’d think I was settling, because it’s you I want now. No one else."

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Jehan felt more tears fall as he clung to Combeferre. "Don't let go of me," he begged softly. "I need you."

Combeferre kissed him. “You’re so beautiful, so perfect. I’m lucky you’re mine.”

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Jehan melted into Grantaire's arms, shaking his head quickly as he wrapped his arms around him. "I do," he whispered. "I just... I was just waiting for the day you got over Enjolras and realized you didn't need me anymore. Because that's what I was here for and I... I don't think I could handle that. Because... because I need you."

"But it’s the truth," Grantaire promised. He moved closer to take Jehan into his arms. "I want this to be an actual thing. I was just afraid you didn’t."