Prompt: Home

"Have we got everything?" Granny asked, looking through her handbag and double checking her valuables were all there.

Purse. Check.

Phone. Check.

Secret potion for a sick kwami in a thermos. Check.

"I believe we have," Gramps replied, walking up to his wife and wrapping his arms around her, squeezing her into a tight hug and making her giggle.

"Now you know, M. Agreste, if you start that we'll never get out of here."

Straining her neck to look up at him, her husband took the initiative to scoop her into his arms and lift her off the floor, allowing their lips to meet in a well rehearsed kiss. Even after so many years of marriage butterflies still assaulted her stomach when they kissed. She adored him.

"Well, Mrs Agreste, it's our wedding anniversary and I have to make the most of my free time with my wife."

"You could just retire, you know?" She kissed him once more, but this time on the nose, before he allowed her back down and onto the floor.

"I could, but I love my job too much."

Reaching up and stroking over his face, Marinette brushed the lipstick from his lips with her thumb, studying his face as she moved. He'd aged. They both had. But they didn't mean they had turned old and prune-like. Adrien had aged like a fine wine, getting better and better as each year passed – a fact she both loved and hated. He was always fast to reassure her through her meltdowns though, making sure that she knew he thought she was the most perfect woman in the world, and that no matter how much plastic surgery Lila Rossi put herself through, hell would have to freeze over for him to even give her a second look.

"I know you do," she responded, "the children are lucky to have you."

Adrien could have taken many career paths post-lycée, his results being the top in the region and his aspirations set on being a teacher, however, after everything that had happened with his father, and finally finding out the truth of who was behind the mask, Adrien reconsidered his options, and instead trained to be a child and youth psychologist.

It took him years to get the correct credentials, plus the experience to become an acclaimed psychologist, but at the age of 36 Adrien Agreste had finally opened his own clinic treating children from as young as 3 to 18. The business was very successful and had meant Adrien needed to hire more staff, however, his heart was always linked to working in the clinics himself, especially taking cases of youth who were or had experienced similar to himself.

He didn't need to work anymore, he hadn't needed to work since he quit modelling at 14, but his drive and determination created something magical and so worthwhile, and Marinette couldn't be prouder of her husband.

"I'm lucky to have a wife that's so amazingly understanding." Adrien leaned down again and kissed his wife's cheek before heading over to the suitcases and pulling them from the bed. He lifted them with ease, walking to the door and opening it for his wife; even after all these years he was still quite the gentleman.

Marinette stepped out into the corridor and looked around, this would be the last time they came here and it pulled hard at her heart strings. They'd been through a lot here, visiting as often as possible over time (and through it).

"What time is Ellie coming to take us back?" Adrien asked, pulling both their suitcases behind him as they headed down towards the stairwell.

Their granddaughter would be meeting them just outside the house ready to take them back home. It had been a wonderful anniversary gift, being able to venture back into the past and help themselves. Both had a lot of fun and fond memories as they relieved their own memories, right from the experience travelling here in 2022, to the snowball fight, and Marinette's flu. Not many people could say they had an effect on how their past selves finally got together.

When Marinette had sent the little white box back with younger Adrien, she'd left her younger self with more than just fancy underwear and clothing. She'd also supplied the younger couple with date night 'needs'. It varied from the heart-stopping backless dress and high stilettos to a very powerful and efficient flu drug from the future, complete with a little note saying it was Granny's homemade mixture. They didn't need to know where – or, more precisely, when – it came from.

Adrien stopped at the top of the staircase and reached for the handle on the bags. Grabbing hold of both, he began to make his way down the stairs, Marinette following closely behind.

She looked around, emotion hitting hard as she sucked in her lower lip. So many memories, so much happiness. She reached the bottom of the staircase and stopped, taking one last look at the decorations.

"Hey," her husband's gentle voice sounded in her ear, his arm coming around her shoulders. "Are you okay?"

She nodded, unable to form words due to the thickness of emotions in her throat. Adrien pressed a kiss into her hair before grabbing the bags once more and heading over to the check out desk.

"Mr and Mrs Agreste, checking out already?" The receptionist asked.

"The grandkids want to make sure we're home for Christmas, they want us back early to make sure we're there in one piece," Adrien smiled, turning back to his wife and giving her a little smile. "The wife likes to parkour." He winked at the receptionist causing the woman to giggle.

"That's sweet. So I have your bill here for the hamper and you said to put the cabin on your tab? Are you sure?"

Adrien nodded, studying the receipt before signing the bottom and handing over the cash to pay. "Yep, just charge the kids for our two nights in the room."

A phone started ringing in the background, the receptionist excusing themself as they headed towards the musical object.

"Right on time." Marinette came up beside Adrien, wrapping her arms around his waist as they watched the receptionist slip away to the back of the office.

"Can you remember what we were doing at this moment?" Adrien whispered into his wife's hair, a giggle leaving her lips in response as she remembered exactly what was happening at the moment.

"You were being very, very attentive. I believe," Marinette reminisced with a sigh. "I remember you carrying me into the lounge and placing me in front of the fireplace; laying me on the sofa with medicine and a warm fruit tea. Then you called the reception and booked us in for another couple of days."

"A couple of days which were the best of my life," Adrien said cheekily.

Marinette turned around and smacked him on the chest. "Oh behave."

"That's not what you were saying 63 years ago..." Adrien looked at his watch, "in 24 hours time." He responded cheekily.

"Just be grateful I felt better thanks to the medicine."

"I thank the cold medicine companies every single day. And the added little extra you hid in the white box."

They laughed together before listening in on the conversation. They were positive it was Adrien (well, young Adrien) on the phone asking about having the cabin for longer. The receptionist agreed before hanging up the phone and turning back to the other couple.

"They want a couple of extra nights, is that okay with you, Sir?"

Marinette watched as Adrien smiled, knowing full well it was more than okay.

"Sure," her husband responded.

"Well, that's everything set for you. Is there anything else we can do?" The receptionist asked, a smirk taking over Adrien's lips as he reached into the inside pocket of his coat.

"When the couple in the cabin check out, can you please give them this map?" Adrien placed the map on the counter and pushed it towards the receptionist. "Tell the couple to follow the route home, it'll give them some scenic views."

Grabbing the bags once more, Adrien followed his wife out into the front yard. It was great to see the snow had finally stopped and the car park was starting to be salted and cleared.

Making their way down the path and around the corner, they checked the coast was clear and then waited, giving one last longing look back at the cabin and the small face peering out at them and waving. They waved back, knowing full well the portal was about to open behind them, Adrien remembering the shock from when he saw it in his counterpart's place.

Marinette blew the younger blond a kiss before turning and stepping into the burrow, knowing full well the best times of their younger selves life was about to begin — even if it came with challenges.