Angel Grove Comms

>>Éponine...
>>My stomach keeps hurting more and more. But I'm only around 34..

>>Éponine...


EDIT:

Marius:
>>My dear Marius, I'm to have another baby.

( Cut for trigger warning of talk of miscarriage )

>> How are you feeling now, Lark?

[TW for miscarriage discussion]

( Cut for major TW )

Courfeyrac:

>>I cannot.
>>This is not something Cosette can understand, so I am doing my best to manage all of today and yesterday
>>But I cannot.
>>No working on those manuscripts and cover letter translations today. And no being around the children either.
>>I hardly trust myself at all considering how easily provoked I am today.
>>Might we do...something?
>>If Cosette asks you, I am working, of course.

Cosette:

>>My dearest, I have to turn in some of these translations, and meet with some potential clients for tutoring, including the secondary school I mentioned speaking to last week.
>>I may not be home until later tonight.
>>I love all of you very much.

Éponine
>>Éponine... I.
>>The couch beneath me is damp and my entire lower half hurts.
>>What do I do?
>>I know the Doctor told me something about them possibly being off by a few weeks but..

Courf
>>Please message my dear Marius for me, as I believe he needs a firmer person to state I have gone into labour.
>>I think.
>>Sure he is in the other room, but I risk him... you know.

>>I heard you've returned home with your little blessings.
>>How are they?
>>And how are you above all else?

>>How are you and your gorgeous little angels doing?

( sent to Enjolras )

( left in Combeferre's book )

( Azelma )

( Eponine )

( Gavroche )

( Marius and Cosette )

[Valentines day hasn't totally passed Marius's attention or anything, even though he's mostly been by Cosette's side as she recovers. He's still had access to the internet, and to craft supplies from there, so the following deliveries will be happening throughout Valentine's Day. ]

( image heavy )

>>Cosette.
>>Very Ill
>>Emergency Room
>>Waiting for Doctor.
>>Azelma says not normal to be so ill
>>So we came.
>>Cannot...
>>Very bad things.

>>If you come into our house one more time I will personally collect my vomit into a bucket and dump it on you.
>>This is not your place to stay.
>>I am in no mood to be around a man who says such things, and am in no condition to be under so much stress that you are giving me.
>>The few things I have found in here of yours, are left outside the door.
>>Please retrieve them and find somewhere else.

>>I understand, I truly do, that Enjolras is currently insane himself right now and he presents the larger issue overall

>>but would one of the rest of you mind informing Courfeyrac that while he IS my dearest friend, and I care for him deeply, "our" apartment does not, in fact, belong to him?

>>Nor does this mean he is allowed to sprawl across the bed, sofa, chairs or anything else, SMIRKING at me whilst I am attempting to work.

>>Neither does it involve, in any way, his being allowed to bring back overnight guests to an apartment he does not live in, but one which is inhabited by my VERY MUCH IN A DELICATE POSITION wife.

>>Nor does it mean, as he asked me last night, after I opened the door to the bedroom to find him lounging, naked, on said bed, that my wife is "shareable" or, in fact, my GUEST but actually lives here.

>>The stalking I could manage to handle. It is Courfeyrac, one learns to shrug off the small things.

>>But all the rest of this?

>>Can someone take him off my hands and see that he stays off them, PLEASE?

>>My darling,
>>I am so intensely sorry that there are not words.
>>Can you forgive me?

>>Marius has frustrated me.
>>I'm coming over.

>>Guess who needs cash?
>>I mean it's in the cookie tin above the stove at our place
>>But I need somebody to like, bring it here and sign paperwork and...stuff.
>>There's like five hundred bucks in there but you won't need that much I don't think.
>>FIRST ARREST OF THE NEW UNIVERSE AND IT'S MINE. ALL MINE.
>>I fucking WIN.

>>I just got back from my doctor.
>>I am with twins.

>>You...and I...
>>Jehan said that...
>>We are...You...
>>Baby?
>>wafdigggngfggghndfgh

>>Marius...
>>There is something wrong with me I need to tell you about.