Epilogue

Word Count: 290

Adrien

Here I am, standing in front of some guy that would soon marry me with the love of my life. Felt like a millions eyes are on me. My legs are shaking, my nerves wracking, and I am cold. 

I was cursing Marinette out in my head for wanting a wedding with tons of snow. Like the mountains weren't enough, no it had to be snowy.

I bet everyone else is freezing as well. 

With a glance over at my father, I see he is smiling at me. I've gotten used to his sudden affection, it felt nice even. 

The longer Marinette takes to get out here, the more nervous I get. She promised she wouldn't run away from her own wedding, but here I am, thinking that is exactly what she just did. 

Our wedding planner is constantly checking the time, which only made me even more nervous.

"Yo, don't worry, dude. She's coming," Nino says. He's my best man. And the one groomsmen I have. 

Tom had asked me a couple of times if he couldn't be my best man, to be honest, it was hilarious. I would have totally let him, but Marinette insisted on her father walking her down the aisle. 

Now I am stuck with Nino, and Nino only. 

And then finally, after felt like.... way too long, the music starts and Marinette is walking down the aisle, her arm hooked with her fathers. 

She looks perfect. Her dress is long and white, though I am sure she wanted a baby blue one.

The dress looks like to be satin or silk, either way, it looks pretty damn smooth. The top of her dress is laced, though the cleavage is pretty damn low. It starts by her bellybutton and goes up. One wrong move and everyone could see her breasts. 

But it's her day today, so I won't complain. 

Her arms are covered in the same lacy fabric from the dress. Her hair is down, but curled, and she has a tiara, but is currently still covered by the veil. It looks stunning, absolutely stunning, though I wish I could see her face a bit better.

 I can't see her shoes, but I bet they are just as perfect as her dress. 

Anyway, I can't hold myself together any longer. Tears escape from my eyes, but I swear these aren't actual tears, my eyes are just sweating..... from the snow.

I toss my head back, letting out a groan with a huge smile on my lips. My hand finds the spot right over my heart, pressing against it before I look back up towards my lady. 

God, she is everything to me. And watching her walking right towards me when all I want to do it is kiss the hell out of her right now is torture. 

She is laughing at my reaction, I can hear is even over the music. I'm glad she isn't crying, though, I bet she still is. 

Then she is finally standing right in front of me. Tom is giving her to me, her hands meet mine and god, I was craving her touch so bad. 

Only for a short moment do I think Tom is going to be the one I will get married to. He just doesn't backs of, but luckily, Sabine grabs him and leads him to his seat. 

"Hi," she whispers. 

"Fuck," I curse back. I just can't stand it, her voice, her looks. I could swear it's -10°C (14°F) outside, but it feels like it's summer. "You look so hot," I say. 

She laughs. God, do I love her laugh. It's so sweet and angelic, and perfect. She is perfect. 

"Why, thank you, Agreste," she says, "you don't look too bad yourself." I don't, I'm smoking hot, too.

I fix my tie, or at least pretend to, and then there it is again, her laugh. 

I excuse my silly behaviour, but she doesn't care. She loves my silliness. She loves me. 

Then I put the veil over her head, I have to see her face. No idea if I am allowed to do that just next, but no one is stopping me. 

"Oh fuck." I gasp. "I think I'm having a heart attack," I say. And she laughs, but she has tears in her eyes. Tears of joy, I hope. 

I wipe away her tears, making sure not to ruin her perfect makeup. But when I am about to lean in to kiss her, she stops me, so I let out a desperate groan. 

"Not yet," she whispers. But I want to kiss her so bad. 

The guy that marry us finally begins to speak, and I can't wait until he is done. He talks us through he whole ceremony, asks us to do the vow thing and so many words are said but I honestly don't even remember most of them. Because all I want to do is kiss her. 

Oh, and actually be married to Marinette. You know, achieve the main goal of why I am freezing my ass off out here. 

"You may kiss the bride," the guy finally says. And hell, you think I wait a second. 

Nah-uh, my lips immediately slam against Marinette's. She tastes so good. She tastes like strawberries, like she usually does, and Marinette. So much of Marinette. I love it. I love her. I never want to remove my lips from hers. And honestly, I think I am glued, or frozen for that matter, to hers. 

Everyone is clapping their hands, the only thing that reminds me that her parents are watching us. 

But what the hell, right? I am finally married to the love of my fucking life! 

The one very woman that I will never let go ever again. She has no other choice but to die with me. Cause if you think I would die first and let her move on, you're wrong. We're going to die together or not at all. I don't care. 

Eventually, Marinette pulls away, leaving my lips. Suddenly I feel so empty, but that doesn't matter, but cause from this day forth, she's mine. Officially and legally mine. I still can't believe it. 

Marinette

The party has been going on for a while now. It is really freaking cold outside, I don't think I ever imagined it to be this cold. But I don't care, because I have a husband to keep me warm.

Fortunately, we're having a small cottage to keep us warm anyway. It's heated, so we're good. 

My father is still crying, though I think he's really happy. I'm not sure if he wouldn't have preferred to marry Adrien, but it doesn't matter anyway, but I already did.

"What's good, Mrs. Agreste?" Adrien's sweet voice streams through my ears and his arms wrap around my body. I feel his chin rest on my shoulder, and he kisses my neck softly.

"What's good? Seriously?" I ask, laughing. 

"I want to fuck you," he says. My eyes widen, and I have to look around to see if anyone heard that. Fortunately, no one did. 

"Adrien, we're in the middle of our wedding party," I remind him. 

"So?" He whispers into my ear. "Doesn't mean I can't be wanting to fuck my wife." 

God, this word sounds so good. Wife. I am his wife. And immediately smile appears on my lips. 

I say nothing though. 

"You think your mother is okay with my dick inside of you now?" How much did he have to drink?

"Adrien," I warn. "There are people around us. We're the centre of attention tonight. Keep it in your pants." 

"You're always the centre of my attention, Mrs. Agreste. Nothing new to me." I roll my eyes.

I could swear if I don't find anything to distract that man, he would fuck me right here on the dance floor.

"How about you do a speech?" I suggest, pointing towards the stage on the opposite side of the room. He lets out a heavy sigh, but agrees. 

"Fine, but only because you asked so nicely," he says and removes his hands from me. 

Adrien walks past me, but he stops for a slip moment and pecks my lips a couple of times. 

When he finally decided to stop peppering my lips with his, he rushes over to the stage. He taps the microphone a couple of times until the room silences down. Everyone could hear him clear his throat before starting to speak. 

"Hello," he starts, "I'm Adrien Agreste, just in case one of you didn't know." Everyone let out a quick chuckle.

I doubt anyone didn't know him. Especially because this was a small wedding, only close friends and family. 

"I just want to say a few words. Not because my beautiful wife deserves to hear some cheesy words, but because she kind of forced me on here, so I would stop telling her that I want to fuck her." I gasp, almost choking on my own saliva. 

My mother eyes me, but she's just smiling. I was betting on a worse reaction. It starts to come clear with me that people just assume that is what will happen away, and joking about stuff like that... well, it's funny. In some ways at least. 

"Okay, here goes nothing," he says, then smiles at me. "I love you, Marinette." 

The room fills with a ton of 'aw's', but it wasn't even that deep. I still have a huge blush on my face. 

"No seriously now," he says. "We've been through so many up's and down's, I think I've lost track of them. But to be honest, at some point I didn't even believe we would make it this far." Now that was depressing.

"Let me tell you what, Mrs. Agreste. You wanted me to speak, so you will have to live with cheesy stuff right about now," he says. He has clearly seen my flushed skin and annoyed, yet still really damn happy grin. 

"You're like the peanut to my butter, the star to my burst or even the ice to my cream," he says. Again, the room fills with laughter. "Okay, the last one sounded wrong."

"From the first day on, I knew you were the one fro me. I knew you wouldn't just be a stupid summer fling, or some chick from my class that had yet another crush on me. Though, spoiler, she did have a pretty huge crush on me. But I mean, can you blame her? Just look at me," he motions up and down his body. "I am fucking hot." 

I have to say, he is pretty good at making people laugh. 

"But, she's ho- more beautiful," he says. His eyes wander over to my father's. "Don't want to piss off the in-laws already, so let's keep this PG 0, shall we?" My father laughs, as so does my mother. 

"I knew you would mark what's yours, and you did. Not only when you cam- Ah never mind, that's more like PG 18+ or something." I roll my eyes, again. "I could always come and talk to you about everything, and I still can. I've never felt closer to anyone in my entire life." 

Suddenly I notice myself sticking out my bottom lip as I pout. 

"I love you, more than words can describe and I can't wait for our future. A marriage is a promise that two hearts gladly make, a promise to be tender, to help each other and a promise to give and take. A marriage is a promise to be kind and understanding, to be thoughtful and considerate. It's promising to be fair and undemanding. A marriage is a promise to share one life together, a love filled promise meant to be, kept lovingly forever." Where did that come from?

Though, as much as his last words surprised me, the tears just start streaming down my face, again. 

But he doesn't stop there. 

"And I promise to love you regardless and forever. My standards, which you already know, were pretty high. I didn't really have any social skills, or knew how to speak to a girl. But thanks to my parents, I grew up having pretty high standards anyway. And then I found you," he pauses. "You have all those qualities I was hoping to find. You're not only a beautiful person on the outside, but on the inside as well. You are honest, loving, caring and supportive.. my ideal woman in every possible way. My standards were high but now I have a new goal- to be the faithful, committed husband you deserve."

I need to take a deep breath to keep myself from bawling. I blink away my tears, but I'm unsuccessful anyway. 

"I promise to honour you, respect you, love and cherish you as my wife. I take you to be my best friend, my faithful partner and my one true love. I promise to encourage you and inspire you and to love you truly through good and bad. I will forever be there to laugh with you, to lift you up when you're down and love you unconditionally through all of our adventures in life together. I love you with every little single piece of my body," he says. And as if he just realised what he was saying, he snapped back to his goofy self. "Now that was more of a vow." Everyone laughs, but I can see some people having tears in their eyes. 

"I can't end this so lovey-dovey," he adds. "I still want to fucking fuck you, Marinette!" There it was again. There he was again. 

I still can't comprehend that we're actually married now. And I have to put up with that every single day from now on. Not that I haven't managed to put up with this before. But for some reasons I feel like it will only get worse now. 

He doesn't have to hide anymore, or I think he won't. He should, though. At least his arousal, cause that's freaking embarrassing if he says things like that in front of my parents on a daily basis and not on a day like this. 

"Oh and I actually would like to ask all of you to donate a bit of money to me right now, because I spent most of mine on this wedding, and something I never promised to do, but still did," Adrien says, but all I can do is furrow my brows in confusion. 

Adrien points at the guy that controls the projector. 

We hired that guy because my parents wanted to embarrass me so badly and held a powerpoint presentation with millions of baby pictures of me. They had a funny story to every single one of them. And they were by the age I met Adrien, they made sure everything was about the both of us. So basically, they were talking a whole extra hour about my undying crush on my now husband.

Suddenly a video starts to play, and Adrien steps aside. 

It's an ad, but I don't know what for. Not until I hear some very familiar words. 

"You've had too much sex and need to get home without your parents being able to sniff it?" 

There is a pause, and Adrien steps into window of the ad. 

"No worries, After Sex is here to take care of it." He holds up a bottle of perfume, spraying it into the air, then onto his neck. "Just one spray of After Sex and you will smell as fresh as ever."

It zooms in on the perfume bottle. It's a pink liquid, and supposedly smells like freshly showered and had a light strawberry-scented undertone. "After Sex; the fragrance by Adrien Agreste, now available" Then it stops for a short while before it rushes to say "This was totally not the idea of Marinette Agreste." 

I start laugh like I've never laughed before. 

Adrien drops the microphone and comes running over to me. He wipes away my tears, like he always does, then cups my face with his hands. 

"Was that good enough?" He asks, but all I can do is nod. If I start to speak, I would cry, or laugh even more.

"You released After Sex?" I asked, still laughing. He nodded. 

"Now, how about that baby we were promised?" He asks, giving me a mischievous smile. "Are you pregnant yet?"

"No," I say and shake my head. We didn't even plan on getting me pregnant in the first place. Or at least I didn't. 

"So, it's time we fix that." He smirks and kisses me again, and again, and again. 

"I wish your wedding vow was this.. special," I giggle. 

"Tough cookies," he says. 

"Tough cookies????" 

"Yeah, it's my new way of saying 'sucks for you'. I can't be cursing around our children, so tough cookies it is," he answers. 

I can't believe I am married to that man. But I also wouldn't want him any other way. 

Because, even through all of the difficulties we've faced, he will always be my favourite person. He will always be the only guy I want. And I couldn't be any happier that we made it. 

We fucking made it. 

And I am certain that we will last forever. 

Just him and I, and maybe a couple of those kids he so desperately wants.