Part 21

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Adrien stood up from his chair. 

He grabbed Marinette's hand, intertwining his with hers. Then pulled her in, spinning her around as he did, until her body would hit against his.

"Your calculations are off, Bugaboo," Adrien whispered into Marinette's ear. 

Marinette tipped her head to the side, furrowing her eyebrows slightly. 

"You said it's still one and a half year to go until you're pregnant. But that's when Emma will be born already." He placed a tender kiss onto Marinette's forehead. 

Suddenly her heartbeat increased as she was shocked, her jaw dropping. Adrien had never been the one to be smart. School smart maybe, but life-smart not as much. 

"And I always thought you had to be good at maths for your job," Adrien winked. 

"Not too good, you know. I usually use measurements." Marinette pulled her hand away from Adrien's, then proceeded to fold her arms in front of her chest. 

Adrien, though, he did not like Marinette pulling away her hand. 

So, he was quick to unfold her arms just to intertwine his hand with hers again. 

Marinette chuckled lightly. She gave him a gentle smile. Her eyes shining bright in love, admiring every single detail in his face.

"I'll drive," he suddenly announced, confusing Marinette for a split moment. 

"Drive where?" She looked up at him, her eyebrows yet again furrowed. 

Adrien shook his head in disbelief. He was smiling at his girlfriend's short-term memory. 

"We're visiting your parents."

"When did I agree on doing that?" She stuck out her tongue, knowing damn well when she agreed on it. 

Adrien tilted his head down a little bit, his lips onto centimetres away from hers. He closed his eyes, but just as he was about to brush her lips, Marinette pulled away. 

"Hey," he said, "refuse a kiss of mine one more time, I dare you."

"Then what?" Marinette laughed, not feeling threatened at all. 

"Then I will promise your parents a grandchild being due in the next 9 months." 

Marinette's face went pale. Her eyes shot open faster than ever before. Then her cheeks were burning hot, shaded red. 

"You wouldn't." 

"Oh, I would." 

"Adrien, you can't do that. My mum is still not very happy about knowing we've, you know," Marinette sighed. 

"Aw well, she will have to get used to it eventually." 

"I hate you, you know that?" Adrien shrugged his arms as he walked past her.

He grabbed the house keys and shoved them into his pocket, then grabbed the car keys and held them up.

"If I were you, I would take that back." 

He leaned slightly forward, closing his eyes as he pushed out his lips, waiting to receive a kiss. 

"You know, my mother will murder you." Marinette took a step closer to Adrien. 

"It's either telling her she will be a grandmother in nine months, or telling her about all the ways I've fucked you." 

"Or, you just keep that pretty, annoying mouth of yours shut and not say anything at all." 

"I can't, you know." 

"Why's that?" By now Marinette was standing right in front of him, grinning widely.

"Cause I tend to talk shit if you didn't pay me." 

"I never paid you." 

"Not yet anyway. Your form of payment is kisses. And I receive one kiss every fifteen minutes, otherwise I will open my mouth and I can't guarantee what will come out of it." 

Marinette rolled her eyes, yet her smile never disappeared. 

Suddenly Adrien could feel her hot breath on his skin. He had never opened his eyes, but now he knew she was closer, way closer. 

"And what if I pay you differently?" She whispered. 

"I'm all ears." Adrien adjusted his back, standing up straight. Yet he still kept his eyes closed. 

Marinette grabbed his wrist, leading his hand towards her own body. 

She laid his hand down onto her shoulder, slowly stroking it towards her collarbone. 

Adrien began to smile, but he quickly pressed his lips together as he tried to avoid smiling. 

Marinette pushed his hand up a little bit, until his hand was placed gently onto her neck. 

As much as Adrien wanted to press lightly onto the sides of her throat, he contained himself.

But Marinette didn't. 

She pressed his fingers together, basically lightly chocking herself with Adrien's hand. 

As a response to that, Adrien dropped the car keys. But Marinette took that as an advantage. 

She took his other hand as well, placing it down onto her other shoulder, scowling dragging it down the way she did with his first hand as well. 

But this time she wouldn't go up, but only go deeper down. 

Marinette lead his hand down her cleavage, making sure to ignore her breasts on purpose. 

Adrien couldn't hold his eyes closed any longer, he had to look at his lady. 

His eyes immediately met hers, and she was smiling. But not nicely, it was a mischievous smile. 

Marinette lifted her dress up enough until she could stroke his hands down to the seamen of her dress, causing his eyes to widen in response. 

Slipping his hands right underneath the dress, allowing his fingers to brush her soft skin, her smile only grew more mischievous. 

Adrien was quick to discover that Marinette wasn't wearing a bra underneath her summer dress. She cubbed her breasts with his hands, but only for a moment until she slipped her hands right underneath his. 

Yet, that very second he could feel the warmth of her body through his palms was enough to make himself appear uncomfortable in his pants. 

Marinette switched her hands back on top of Adrien's so he could be touching her again. But this time she would squeeze his hands together lightly, letting loose again, then adding pressure once again. 

He never stopped looking into her eyes. 

And although Marinette never changed her facial expression, trying to seem as unbothered by his touch as possible, deep down inside her, she was craving more. 

Adrien's face, though, his cheeks were red, bright red. His blood felt like it was boiling.

It wasn't like he had never touched Marinette before, but this was just different. He liked it, of course he did. It was new, exciting even. 

Suddenly, Marinette removed his hands from her body completely. She let go of his hands, and placed her onto Adrien's burning hot cheeks. 

She pulled him in closer and brushed her lips against his, only ever so lightly, never really kissing him.

Marinette backed away from Adrien, bending down to pick up the car keys from the floor. She gave them back to Adrien, winking, then grabbing her jacket. 

"Don't forget your jacket. I wouldn't want my kitty being cold," Marinette said, smiling. "Maybe you should get that under control before you enter my parents house." She pointing towards the pretty obvious bulge in his pants. 

"Fuck you," Adrien laughed. 

"I already did." She winked and ran downstairs. 

Adrien just stood there frozen. His jaw dropped down, his eyes wide open, trying to process her words. 

-♡-

"Oh, honey, I didn't know you were-," Sabine said but stopped herself as she spotted Adrien entering the bakery right behind Marinette. 

Marinette had told her parents about the fights she had with Adrien, well, after she went to visit her parents last.  

Although Tom titled them as normal problems every relationship faced, Sabine couldn't help but be mad at Adrien for Marinette. 

Sure it wasn't Sabine's right to be mad at something Adrien did to Marinette, unless it was something more severe. But she thought Adrien should have been more understanding, more loving, more boyfriend-material.

Sabine had always known Adrien and Marinette would get together eventually, but she had never imagined that Adrien could do her very own daughter this wrong. 

Not only was the faking his own death thing a whole ass brighter red Flagg than any red Flagg Sabine had ever seen in her life. Adrien had also gotten pretty upset with Marinette for nothing. 

"I brought you some flowers," Adrien smiled awkwardly, holding up the beautiful bouquet of pink carnations. 

Sabine chugged down her smile, only thanking him coldly before taking the flowers from him. 

"Maman, you know, you don't have to be this cold to Adrien." Marinette followed her mother into the back of the bakery, leaving Adrien alone with her father.

"Where are my flowers?" Tom asked, forcing Adrien into a hug. 

"I'm sorry, sir-" 

"Tom."

"I'm sorry, Tom, but I couldn't afford a second bouquet." 

"Couldn't afford?" Tom laughed "You are literally the face of the Agreste Brand, and my daughters. What do you mean 'couldn't afford'?"

"Well, you see, your daughter doesn't even pay me." 

"She doesn't have to." Tom shrugged unfazed. "She's my daughter, she gets pretty boys working for her for free." 

Adrien laughed softly. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure she pays the other models though." 

"But imagine she was paying you. You'd be dating your boss, that would be weird." 

Suddenly a fake cough was to be heard, coming from right behind of Tom.

Of course it was none other than Sabine. 

"What I forgot to say was, of course it wouldn't be weird. I am my own boss since I own this bakery, but Sabine is still my boss somehow. That is good though, because, uh, just because." 

Every began to laugh at Tom's awful attempt to safe himself. 

"Anyway, what did you mean 'couldn't afford'?" Tom tried once again. 

"Your daughter is pretty expensive, you know." Marinette gave Adrien a dead-eye look. Literally, if her eyes could kill, he would have been dead. "She wants all the, how did she call it? Hearts and flowers." 

Tom and Sabine furrowed their eyebrows in attempt to understand. 

Marinette on the other hand was dying from embarrassment.

"Maman, Papa. To make this easier for you guys to understand. Adrien and I will be getting married," Marinette rushed to say, being relieved she had finally said it before Adrien would have said worse. 

With a quick glance over to Adrien, she would find him tapping onto his wrist as if he was trying to show that it was getting late. 

And then she remembered. 

His suddenly new appeared rule. The 15-Minutes rule. 

She rolled her eyes back, and sneaked her way past her father to get to Adrien. 

He smiled down at her, licking his bottom lip quickly as he wrapped one arm around her, resting his hand onto her hip. 

"You are getting WHAT?!" Tom was way more excited than expected. And Marinette had expected him jumping through the literal roof in excitement. 

"Yeah, there is one more thing though, actually," Adrien said and winked down at Marinette. 

He looked back up at Marinette's completely in shock parents, waiting for Marinette to stop him before he went all big. 

"Adrien, could I talk to you for a second?" Marinette asked sweetly, get with gritted teeth. 

"If you would excuse us for a moment," Adrien said all friendly, before he was being dragged up the stairs by his fiancé. 

"What the fuck are you thinking?" Marinette almost yelled. She tried to keep quiet as she knew her parents could hear her yell otherwise. 

"What do you mean?" 

"Oh, you know what I am talking about!" Marinette was furious. "If you promise my parents anything that is not the truth, I will-" 

"Hold on there, little lady," Adrien stopped her, "I actually did have something else to add." 

Marinette crooked her head to the side. 

Adrien slit his hand into the pocket of his coat, taking out a small little grift bag that just happened to fit perfectly into the pocket. 

"I got you something," he said and handed the gift bag over to Marinette. 

She was frozen, couldn't even react to anything properly anymore. Marinette tried to come back to reality, but somehow she just felt like all this was nothing but a dream. 

"Open it," he chuckled, amused by Marinette's sudden speechlessness. 

What they didn't realise, though, Sabine and Tom were standing right at entrance door. They didn't spy on Marinette and Adrien, but they didn't not spy either. 

Marinette opened the gift bag eventually. 

There was yet another little container inside. It was about the size of a ring box, but it couldn't have been one. This very box was way too flat to be containing a ring. 

She looked up into Adrien eyes, surprised crossed her face.

"Now, do I have to give you even more instructions?" Adrien laughed. "Take it out, and open it."

Marinette did as he said. 

She took out the flat box from the gift bag. She gave him one last questioning look before turning her full attention back to the gift. 

The lid of the box got lifted slowly, piece by pieces revealing a bracelet. 

The bracelet was silver. Marinette preferred silver jewellery over gold, so it made sense. 

It was a plain, thin every day bracelet. But of course it wouldn't be just that only. 

The bracelet also had three little charms added onto it. They were all centred to be right beside on another.

On the left the charm would show a tiny ladybug. Not the superhero, but the animal. 

The charm on the right would be a miniature bell, like the one Chat Noir wore on his suit. 

And the very last charm would be the letter A, carved out in a beautiful font. 

Something about this very font seemed odd, familiar, but odd. 

Marinette would finally realise that this 'A' was Adrien's handwriting, which only made this bracelet one hundred times more meaningful. 

But there was more. 

"Adrien, this," Marinette had tears in her eyes, "this is beautiful." 

Tom and Sabine couldn't see the bracelet, or the gift in general, but judging from Marinette's reaction, they could tell she was more than happy. 

"Give me your hand," Adrien said, taking the bracelet out of the box. 

He opened it up and Marinette held out her arm for Adrien to put this bracelet onto her wrist. 

Adrien carefully hooked the bracelet ends into one another. Marinette never took her eyes off that very bracelet until Adrien eventually began to speak up again. 

"You know, I have the same one," Adrien said, lifting up his coat and shirt enough to reveal the bracelet on his wrist. 

Marinette's eyes widened and a huge smile appeared on her lips. 

Of course Adrien wouldn't be walking around wearing an A on his bracelet. Instead he had his made with an M in Marinette's handwriting. 

It was a long and hard time getting Marinette to write a single capital M on a piece of paper without her growing suspicious. But he eventually managed, obviously. 

"How long have you been working on that?" Marinette could barely talk. Her eyes were filled with tears, happy teary. And her voice sounded full, speaking through happy sobs. 

"God, I think like two weeks," he admitted. "I've only had the home for like three days now." 

Suddenly Marinette stopped crying. She choked on her own tears as she tried to follow him. 

"You-You hated me two weeks ago, Adrien. You barely even talked to me up until like yesterday, and yet you still did all this?" 

"Yeah, well, I didn't hate you. I still loved you all along." 

"You literally got mad at me for going to sleep." 

"Hey, let's not go back there, okay?" He smiled softly. "I'm really sorry." 

"No, it's fine." Marinette was back to sobbing. "Couples fight, right?" 

She wrapped her arms around Adrien, pushing her face right into Adrien's chest as she hugged him tightly. 

Even Tom was sobbing. Sabine literally had to shut him up before Adrien and Marinette would notice them being there. 

Marinette and Adrien just stood there, hugging one another for a good minute until she pulled away. 

Adrien immediately went to wipe away her tears. 

"Can you promise me one thing?" Marinette looked deeply into Adrien's eyes. 

"Anything for you."

"Promise me, you'll come talking to me when there's something that's bothering you. No matter what it is, Adrien. We can get through this together, you don't have to do this on your own." She laid her hands down onto Adrien's jawline, cupping his face, caressing his cheeks with her thumbs. 

"I, Adrien Agreste, promise you, Milady Marinette soon-to-be-Agreste, I will come talking to you about everything." 

Marinette chuckled at his words, but was relieved as well. She knew she could always count on his word, especially promises. 

Though, he had broken one or two before, but she was sick of holding onto the past. 

"Sabine, my little baguette is growing up so fast!" Tom sobbed, audible for everyone present. 

Marinette and Adrien turned to look towards the opened door, immediately spotting Marinette's parents. 

Instead of getting mad for eavesdropping, Marinette just laughed, as so did Adrien. 

"Marinette, would you be so kind helping your mother getting some groceries?" Tom asked. Of course Marinette couldn't say no, but she also felt bad leaving Adrien alone with her father. 

It did seem odd though. Not even Sabine appeared to know that she was about to go grocery shopping, but apparently she was now. 

"Sure, dad?" Marinette kissed Adrien goodbye and walked towards her parents. 

"Ah, there it was!" Adrien said excitedly, only earning a quick head-shake in disbelief from Marinette, yet she couldn't stop smiling. 

Adrien threw the car keys over to Marinette so she and her mother didn't have to walk. 

Sabine quickly grabbed a jacket and her purse and left the building together with her daughter. 

As soon as Tom heard the door downstairs closing, he ran over to Adrien, grabbing his wrist and pulling him over to the couch where they would sit down. 

"Oh no, is this going to be the 'I will murder you for stealing my daughter from me' talk?" Adrien was frightened. 

Tom didn't answer. He looked at Adrien's wrist, inspecting the bracelet to every little detail. 

"That must have been expensive," Tom noted. 

"I guess I spent some amount on it," Adrien chuckled awkwardly. 

"And yet I didn't get any flowers." 

"Actually, sir-"

"Tom, geez. It's Tom. You're basically my son now," Tom corrected Adrien for the hundredths time. 

"All right. Actually, Tom, I do have some extra flowers in the car. Well, but Marinette and your wife just left with them." 

"That's fine. I just take the whole car instead," Tom joked. 

"You know, you can have it. I'll just buy a new one," Adrien laughed.

"You're just throwing away your money, mister." 

Adrien looked at Tom with an apprehensive look. Only being able to assume what Tom thought of Adrien was pretty petrifying. 

"Where are my manners?" Tom sighed. "Would you like something to drink?" 

"No, thank you," Adrien smiled softly and took off his coat. 

He looked around the room as if he had never been in there before. 

Just like he did the first time he came to visit Marinette a couple of years ago, this house was more awake than his childhood home had ever been after Emilie. 

It hadn't even been that full of live when Emilie was still around. 

Sure, Adrien got to do way more things he wanted to. And he sure was happier with two parents that cared about him, even spent time with him. But his parents were leaving him all by himself for a long time daily. 

Adrien had to learn to be by himself. He had to learn to entertain himself, keep himself occupied. 

Although being alone doesn't sound too bad from time to time, it does sound lonely when that's all you get in life. 

Yet, ever since he knew Marinette, his entire world lit up. Suddenly it was no longer just Adrien. 

And wherever he looked at in this house, he could see Marinette everywhere. 

Almost every single surface had a picture frame on it with a photograph of either the whole family, or just Marinette. 

Even some walls were decorated with pictures of baby Marinette up until Marinette being older. There was even one of Marinette on the red carpet, her very first red carpet. 

Adrien could have only dreamed of his father putting up pictures of his son the way Marinette's parents did. 

"What's the empty picture frame on the wall for?" Adrien asked as he spotted that very one empty one. 

Tom grinned like a little boy. "You and Mari." 

Adrien looked puzzled at Tom. 

"C'mon, as if Sabine and I wouldn't just hang up a picture of our perfect daughter and her husband on their wedding day." Tom laughed, hitting Adrien's arm with his elbow lightly. 

"I doubt my father would do that," Adrien sighed softly. 

"So I thought." Adrien raised one of his brows. "Marinette had told us a lot about your father being rather...," he didn't know how to phrase it without sounding disrespectful.

"Cold? Unloving? Pretty much an asshole?" Adrien laughed. 

"That's what you said," Tom agreed somewhat. "Anyway, you're not gonna be just one little side character in this family, Adrien. I'm convinced Marinette would make sure of you being literally thee life of the party." 

"Oh god. She would, wouldn't she?" Adrien smiled as Marinette just crossed his mind. 

Tom couldn't hide his smile any longer either. He could tell how much Adrien loved his daughter by just looking at his face. 

And although the thought of having to give his daughter to another man scared him, he knew Marinette would be in good hands when she was with Adrien.

"You see," Tom began, "my daughter is not coming second to any man, all right?" 

Adrien crooked his head to the side. 

"I wouldn't dare putting her second. I'd fear she would chop off my head or something." 

"She sure would," Tom laughed. "But I mean it. She's my only daughter, and she was the very first granddaughter for her grandfather. Even the first niece. She's always been first to any important man in her life, so you better keep that up." 

"Sure will, Tom." 

"Adrien, there is one more thing." Adrien nodded slowly. "Stop taking her for granted when you're having a bad day, or week, or even month. Marinette forgives easily. Sometimes it may take a little while, but she's always forgiving because she believes in the good in everyone." 

"I wasn't thinking. I'm not thinking a lot of times, actually." 

"I figured as much," Tom laughed, as so did Adrien. "So, how did you propose, tell me everything!" 

Adrien gritted his teeth, yet smiling awkwardly. 

"You just put a ring on her like out of the blue?" Tom's face dropped. 

"Not really. There wasn't even a ring, there still isn't." 

Tom's jaw dropped. 

"Yeah, you-you've got to fix that." Adrien agreed. "Now, let's talk about something else." 

Adrien took a deep breath, only assuming the worst, as always. 

"Did you guys really walk off to, you know, do the nasty, on your birthday?" Tom was curious. "Cause Sabine was really mad." 

"Uhm." Adrien's body was swept in embarrassment, his cheeks turning red and his blood boiling. He tried to speak, but he just couldn't find any words. 

"Yeah, we don't tell Sabine that. Mari and I eventually persuaded her to not be as mad and that this wasn't what you guys did." 

"I wasn't planning on telling her any of what Mari and I do in our free time really," Adrien chuckled awkwardly. 

"Yeah, I don't need to know the details. Just make sure you ask for permission!"

Just before Adrien could say anything, the entrance door opened. Marinette and Sabine were back from grocery shopping. 

Adrien immediately got off the couch, and offered to help putting the groceries away. At first Sabine insisted on doing it on her own, but Marinette eventually send her parents away so she could do it together with him in peace. 

Actually, Marinette just wanted to be alone with Adrien for a moment before her parents would come running back. 

"I hope my father was on his best behaviour," Marinette chuckled. 

"He was, but then he wasn't." Marinette looked at Adrien in confusion. "He said I should always ask you for permission to have sex with you, right before you guys came back. Actually, I am pretty relieved you came back. I couldn't have sat through that conversation." 

Marinette began to laugh. She dropped the few packages of noodles she'd been holding in her hands down onto the counter and walked over to Adrien, taking him into her embrace. 

"Good thing you always do," she mumbled against his chest. 

Adrien planted a kiss onto the top of Marinette's head, then proceeded to lift her face up so he could place a gentle and soft kiss onto her lips as well. 

Of course just when Adrien did that, Marinette's parents came back from downstairs. 

It wasn't like Adrien was embarrassed to kiss Marinette in front of her parents, it was just weird. After all, he still felt as if Sabine couldn't really stand him anymore. 

Fortunately, neither of Marinette's parents said anything. 

"Why don't you guys go upstairs into Marinette's room while Tom and I cook something?" Sabine smiled delightfully.

Marinette agreed almost instantly, dragging Adrien along with her upstairs. 

"I haven't been in here since I got your sketchbook." He looked around the room, once again, as if it was the first time seeing it. 

"Ah, the pictures!" Marinette slapped her hands into her face as she remembered her walls being covered with pictures of Adrien.

Marinette went to remove them, but Adrien grabbed her hand before she could walk off, pulling him back to him, wrapping his arms around her. 

"Leave them," he whispered into her ear. 

"Why? It's so embarrassing," Marinette sighed heavily. 

"It's cute. Besides, this was your room before we moved in together, leave it as it is, please." 

"Why do you care?"

"Cause that's who you were. That's where you grew up. You found your passion in this room, you found yourself. You became you, and this room being the way it is lead to you."

"Okay," she said softly. 

"Besides, we don't have time for scraping off pictures of fourteen years old Adrien from your walls. We have better things to do." 

"Like what?"

"Like." Adrien's lips brushed hers. "This." He kissed down her throat, sucking on her skin until it was about to leave a mark. 

Marinette let out a soft moan, closing her eyes. 

"Or, this," he whispered, stroking his hands down her body as he kneeled down, lifting up the skirt of her dress as he stood back up.