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   "So, Amadeus, this is your girlfriend." The mother replies in an analytical voice. Her eyes rake me from top to bottom as she makes mental notes about me. I shudder involuntarily under her scruntinizing stare. I cower slightly. "I would expect someone of better stature." She tells him disapprovingly.

   God, this is humilating. I try to open my mouth to speak but a squeak comes out. I am speechless.

   I am never speechless! I am the Enjolras-Eponine mix of my friend group back in college. I never shut up once! No one could make me stop talking! So, what is so special about this woman? I try to speak once more only to not get a word out; however, Grantaire clears his throat. "Well, Mother," He counters in a cool and level tone. "I happen to like Belle. She is a kind and caring woman and the only person here who bothers to give me the time of day. Honestly, I see no need of your opinion about my choice of girlfriends. I am twenty-four years old. I can date whomever I like." Grantaire shrugs. "Oh, and, do not call me Amadeus. I perfer Grantaire."

   Then something clicks in my head. I start laughing uncontrollably. "Oh my gods! Wait, so, Grantaire," I say trying to catch my breath.

   "Yes?" He replies nervously.

   "If you have a son, will you name him Mozart?" I ask between my fits of giggles. Grantaire face palms himself.

   "This is why I perfer Grantaire." He mutters.

   "I'm sorry, I don't know why you find the name of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart funny." Mrs. Matthias tells me. I try to bite the inside of my cheek.

   "Eliza," This time it is Wolfgang who speaks. "Please calm down. I like a woman who can laugh at things." Wolfgang turns to Grantaire and I. "You chose a good woman, Grantaire." I blush a bit. Grantiare smiles widely. Why, or should I ask how, is it that this (attractive?) drunkard can always smile, but his eyes show the pain inside?

   What? I may not know him that damn well, but I can apperciate when the man I am "dating" is slightly attractive! I mean, look at him! 

  Okay, he isn't wearing the beanie, but still. He is kind of attractive. Am I right? Of course I am. Anyway, back to the story. Sorry for the tanget. "Thanks Wolfgang." Grantaire tells his father. I smile sheepishly.

  "Thank you Mister Matthias." I say in grattitude. 

  "No thanks necessary m'dear. And please, call me Wolfgang. Mister Matthias was my father, the late Abraham Matthias." I am about to reply to Wolfgang's kind gesture when Grantaire coughs. We turn to look at the tall third wheel to the conversation.

  "Wait, what would you name your son if you had one, Belle?" He asks me curious. I place my hand on my chin in a thinking expression. My eyes light up when I remember what I would call my children.

  "If I had a girl, I would name her Eöwyn Arawen, after my two favorite characters in the Lord of the Rings trilogy. If I had a boy, I would name him Egon Enjolras." I answer honestly. From the corner of my eye, I see Elizabeth Matthias' mouth drop in shock. Grantaire raises an eyebrow. He bites his cheek to keep from laughing. I playfully glare at him. Grantaire only finds this more hilarious so he bursts out laughing. "What?" I ask in a mock whine.

   "You would name your son Egon? God do you want him to get messed with in school?" Grantaire asks in between laughs.

   "Ghostbusters is a classic movie and Egon is my favorite character." I reply evenly. "Besides," I continue on with a conspiritorial smile. "I can always teach him to finish anything anyone started with him." I shrug as if it is obvious. Which, it is.

   "Okay, okay. But promise me you will let me teach him a thing or two." Grantaire pleads jokingly. I give him a smile. His turquoise eyes dance with the starlight that is starting to peak out from the velvet indigo curtians above us.

   "Depends on what it is you will teach him. We will talk about it when it comes closer to the due date." I feel oddly happy. Like, not the normal happy I am, but an odd kind of giddy. I like joking with Grantaire when he is like this. He is easier to talk to.

  "Can we go inside please?" Elizabeth asks. Grantaire nods and directs me to his front door.

  "Here we are, home sweet home. Come on in everyone, I need a drink." And with that, we all go inside.