Talk to Me, Princess | Marichat - Miraculous Ladybug

BONUS CHAPTER - SEVEN: My Forever After | POV: Marinette Dupain-Cheng

"Thank you Felix, I don't know what we would do without you."

"Probably run around like chickens with your heads cut off."

"Ha, funny. You're confidence in us is astounding."

"Almost as astounding as your capabilities to put up with my cousin every day."

"One could say the same about Kagami." I laugh, the tension easily leaving my body. I head over to the door, waving at my wonderful husband to come inside with the kiddos. The two of us are gonna have left over chicken and rice for lunch.

"Yeah, I'm not sure how I put up with her either." Felix chuckles, making me role my eyes.

"You know I meant her abilities to put up with you, smart ass." Adrien smiles up at me as he carries Tommy in, Emma holing his free hand as she tries to tug him along faster. "Here, want to speak with Adrien? He's available now."

"Oh, that works. It was nice talking to you again, Marinette. I'll see you next week."

"You as well, see you shortly!" I beam, handing the receiver over to Adrien. "Your cousin." I whisper.

"I wanna talk! Let me talk!" Emma calls out, trying to take the phone away from her father.

"Daddy has to talk with Uncle Felix, you can chat with them later, okay? How about we get you and Tommy set up with some lunch? I have chocolate milk ready for you!" Emma's big blue eyes widen with anticipation, rushing off to her spot at the dining table.

As I get the kids set up with their respective lunches, I carefully watch Adrien's face morph from happy to angry scarily fast. Felix must have done a good job easing the situation though, because by the time he joins us at the table he looks relaxed again. Reaching out to squeeze his hand, I offer him comfort and support. An acknowledgment that I understand, and that we're going to be okay.

"How's the new designs coming along?" Adrien asks between bites of food, eyeing me down with thoughtful consideration.

"Pretty well, the the board approved my new project right before I began preparing lunch. We're going to start an up-cycling program where clients can bring in clothes they would otherwise be tossing out, and for a fair price one of the designers on the team will help create a whole new piece with the clothing and send it off to be created. On average it takes just 4 days for the whole process to be completed, and the outcome is always breathtaking. This is why I demanded we hire all the best designers I could get my hands on. Including new minds that haven't quite broken into the fashion industry yet."

"That's amazing, you should feel so proud of yourself. Honestly, I could listen to you talk about your passions for hours on end." Adrien gushes, leaning over to give me a quick kiss on the cheek. "No, Emma, don't smack your brother a piece of bread."

"He hit me first!"

"No, he tried to give you some celery. Cut him some slack, his aim is bad." Emma giggles at this, eating her sandwhich in pieces rather than fully assembled.

Sometimes kids do the darnedest things.

"The best part about the project," I continue as though my eight year old wasn't just tying to pimp slap her toddler brother with a piece of mayo covered bread, "is that it's really eco-friendly and gives us the ability to get even more creative."

"I love it. You always come up with the best ideas." Adrien places his hand on the small of my back, creating a tidal wave of goosebumps to wash over me.

I know what that alludes to later on.

"Hey kiddos, how about a sleepover with Grandma and Grandpa tonight?" I smile at them, watching Emma practically leap with joy, Tommy feeding off over her excited energy.

"Yay!" She calls out, Tommy gigging and clapping.

"Yay for me too." Adrien smirks, making my heart skip several beats. No matter how much time has passed, my heart desires him and him only.

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"Honey, I'm home!" I call out with a laugh, dropping my car keys back into my purse and kicking my shoes off. When I'm met with silence, I immediately know Adrien is up to some kind of shenanigans.

I tiptoe around the house, peeking around the corners to find him. Slowly, I begin to panic. After the call early today with Felix, I can't help but feel worried that maybe Gabriel snuck in and kidnapped him.

"Tikki." I hiss, watching her zip up beside me. "Can you please scope out the house and find Adrien? I think-"

"Boo." His deep voice startles me, making me let out a clipped scream. He laughs, tugging me into his arms, but I'm frozen at the sight of him.

My beautiful Chat Noir.

"It's been a while since I've seen you transformed." I breathe out, taking in his muscular body and shaggy blond hair. I cup his strong jawline in my hands, going on my tiptoes to plant a passionate and fiery kiss on his lips.

His hands rest on my hips, fingers pressing into my sides hard enough to keep me firm in my place. I love this side of him, this playful and seductive energy he exudes.

"It's been a while since we've had alone time." He grins, leaning back down for another kiss.

"It's literally been a week." I laugh, rubbing my nose against his. He draws my waist in closer, closing any gap between us.

"A week feels like a millennia." His groan makes me laugh some more as I run my fingers through his soft blond locks and tug slightly at the ends. His eye lids droop, a husky tone taking over his voice. "Bedroom. Now. Otherwise at this rate, we're not making it out of the hallway."

Oh my.

"Yessir!" I happily oblige, but he quickly scoops me up, carrying me to our bedroom. The sound of my laughter fills the air, making him chuckle along with me. When he tosses me down on the bed, his dark eyes meeting my own, I'm yanked out of my humorous state and into a world of desire.

This life we've built together is nothing short of amazing, and I wouldn't change it for the world. As we spend hours loving each other with all of our might, I know I couldn't have picked a better partner to spend my life with.

I feel so lucky, so many people spend so much of their time seeking out love, trying to find their soulmate. But me?

He fell right into my lap, one rainy day with a kind gesture to keep me dry. My heart chose him in that moment, and continued to choose him again and again as Chat Noir.

Maybe the future won't always be so peaches and cream, love and laughter. I'm sure we'll continue to face hardships as we raise our children. But I know we'll be okay.

And on top of that, I know this fiery passion that burns between us will never fade. No honeymoon phase that eventually comes to an end, it's a raw and deep attraction that will withstand throughout the trials of time itself.

Because I mean, look at him? My husband is literally Chat Noir, after all.