There is swearing in this chapter, but who can blame her, she's giving birth

"I'm beat!"

"I'm not surprised. Don't you think you'd be better at home. I've got those LUSH bath bombs you like and there's the new Mhairi McFarlane book I got you pre release."

"The midwife told me to get out and move."

"I don't think she meant to swing over Paris in a skintight magical suit, Bugaboo."

Ladybug growled before crashing down on the rooftop opposite the Eiffel Tower.

"I'm fed up, Chaton, I just want this thing out now. I want to be me again."

Chat Noir pulled her close and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "You are 100 percent still the wonderful you I know and love."

"Oh, shut up! Of course you can say that with your unswelled feet and twenty-eight pack!"

"Twenty-eight? I think that might be a slight-"

"Shut up!" She slumped down on the rooftop and huffed and puffed as she moved around.

Tikki had done a marvellous job with the glamour. Ladybug still looked like the curvy yet athletic superhero she always had, no baby bump in sight, but although the glamour effect was incredible at masking the beach ball she'd swallowed it didn't mask her feelings and, believe it or not, Ladybug was feeling it.

They'd made an announcement to Paris about two weeks prior that Ladybug had given birth to a beautiful dark haired boy, and asked for privacy. This had been the first time Marinette had transformed since that statement, making it believable that she'd had a little rest before going out and about again. As always in their lives it was scrutinised in both a good and bad way.

Keeping a separate due date to Marinette was the only thing they could think of, afterall, with Adrien's new starring role on Paris Basketball team playing in the LNB Pro A he was once again rocketed into the spotlight, as was Marinette.

She'd taken to it fine, actually better than fine, because when it was revealed Marinette was 'pyjama girl', Adrien's close collège friend, it seemed his fan base went wild. So many people come out to tell their story about a cute moment with the couple; some real, a lot made up and Marinette had sat one night with Adrien looking through Instagram, Twitter and other media to be pleasantly surprised with the amount of support they were receiving.

But right now she wasn't Marinette. She wasn't in a LUSH smelling bath, and her husband wasn't squeezing her swelled tootsies with his big magical hands, instead she was dressed in a red skintight suit and feeling impossibly sorry for herself.

"Let's go home," Chat Noir said, sighing as he moved increasingly closer to Ladybug, only for her head to whip around and glare at him, bringing a hand up and pointing a finger at him.

"Stay where you are, you getting too close to me is the reason I'm in this state," she hissed, pointing from him to her stomach.

"M'Lady, you do realise I can't get you pregnant again whilst you're already pregnant."

"I hate men."

"Well, I love you." He pressed a kiss into her hair only for her to take it upon herself to straddle him and get better acquainted. She began to kiss him with so much vigour he fell backwards on the rooftop, his Lady holding him down to kiss him harder. She broke away, beginning to kiss down his neck, sloppily, and, every now and then, stopping to suck whatever bare flesh she could find.

"Woah, M'Lady. I thought you hated me at the moment," he said trying to breathe; it had been a while since she'd been this forward with him. The 'I hate men' pregnancy phase appeared around five months and kept her well and truly closed off from him.

She lifted her head from his neck and stared, a smug looking smirk on her face. "I do hate you, but I also know there's a way you can help me get the baby out."

"Are you using me Bugaboo?"

"Damn, right I am! You got me in this situation with your Addams family idea."

"I thought we agreed the split was fifty-fifty." This time he moved his head to kiss her neck, she knew he was weak when it came to her advances and mentally celebrated her victorious move.

"Nope, still seventy-five percent your fault." she giggled, climbing off him and standing up. She held out her hand which he gladly took, standing beside her and wrapping his arms once more around his waist.

"Well, you put it in, you can get it oww-t." She bent over, her one hand on his shoulder the other on her stomach. "Oh!!!"she pouted, looking up into her husband's eyes.

"See, I'm that good I didn't even have to put it in."

"No time for j-oww-ks. Ouch! Kitty!" she begged.

"We're going to the hospital."

He scooped her into his arms and set off. She was quite certain she was in labour, and she was extra certain they didn't have her hospital bag or any of the baby things.

Well, damn!

•••••

"Mother, if you can hear me, please just...give me a sign."

Chat Noir sat on the roof of the hospital as tears ran down his face, his hand clutching onto a tiny baby grow as he snuggled it against his face, the smell of clean lining insulting his nostrils and making him feel sick.

"I thought I'd find you up here," a soothing voice sounded beside him and he wondered if his mother had sent Naga in replace of herself. There was something comforting about seeing Sabine in the Miraculous, an overwhelming strength only a mother could supply. He knew his mother's spirit would be around, but having one in the flesh, here at the moment—it was more than he ever could have imagined.

"Sorry," Chat said, sniffing as he wiped the stray tears away from his lashes, bringing the tiny baby garment into his chest.

"You don't need to apologise, Adrien." She'd obviously taken the Miraculous to make sure she could reach the rooftop of the hospital and, in result, her scary cat son in law. "Marinette knew you'd do this if anything went wrong, that's why she made sure she rang me to get the Miraculous at the same time as her bags."

Chat Noir bent his knees in, wrapping his arms around them tightly as he tried to breathe; as he tried to keep everything at a steady pace and his grasp on reality.

"I can't lose her," he whispered, "I can't lose them both." His voice broke with the sheer emotion he was feeling at that moment.

"When has Marinette ever given up on a fight? You know as much as I do, she's strong and she's stubborn."

"But I can't save her with this. There's nothing I can do."

Everything was checking out fine when they'd first reached the hospital. Marinette's waters had broken and they were monitoring her contractions. It wasn't until six hours later when they weren't happy with how she was dilating that they decided to induce her; the increase in hormones to encourage the contractions had come too fast. Marinette's heartbeat increased to a worrying speed as the baby's heart slowed alarmingly to infrequent bleeps.

They'd hit the red button and the room was flooded with medical professionals moving around his tiny wife, hooking different monitors and IV's onto her and trying to level out the heartbeats; and even though they'd managed to do it, they were preparing incase it happened again, incase they had to rush her down to theatre. To say it was the most terrifying moment of his life would be an understatement. He'd thought he'd lost them both and he just couldn't control the fear.

"Tom's in with her at the moment and everything's fine, but she wants you back. She wants her husband." Naga reached out, taking his hand in hers. "She's strong, Adrien, you're not going to lose anyone else. I promise, she's going to be okay. You forget sometimes that Marinette's as powerful and strong without the polka dots, as she is with. And also don't forget she's at her strongest when she's with you."

He nodded, Naga was right, he knew she was right but still he was scared. Really, really scared.

"There's no magical charm to bring her back if anything happens. This is permanent and I just... I don't..." a stray tear fell down over his mask, his hands instinctively moving the baby grow to wipe away his worry.

"You seem to be forgetting another thing about your Lady's strength, Adrien, she was Marinette long before she was Ladybug, and Ladybug could only be built upon the strength of the girl underneath."

His heart yo-yo'ed before wrapping around an anchor and pulling him into the depths of despair, a depth which brought about an understanding he was shameful of, one he hated crossing his mind.

"I understand now why he did it now." Adrien sniffed, wiping a hand under his eyes. "And it scares me that I do. I had this dream, a dream that I lost her during the birth and I never recovered. I could never recover from losing her."

"If anything did happen, which..." she placed a hand on her son in law's face turning his drowning orbs into hers that were steeled with hope, "it won't; then we'll deal with it together. You're not alone Adrien, you have us. We love you and we're so damn proud of you just as your wife is. Your wife, who is going to be fine, but she needs you by her side. Just take time to breathe, Adrien. It's time to welcome your baby into the world and share love you've never experience before."

He wrapped his arms around the tiny woman beside him, grateful to have someone there to comfort and reassure him. Someone who was family.

"I'll see you inside, they want her to start pushing soon." Naga placed a kiss on Chat Noir's forehead and made her way down back into the hospital. Chat sighed and closed his eyes as he looked up into the night sky.

"Thank you, Maman." Grabbing his staff he prepared to head back into Marinette, it was time to meet his first born child.

•••••

"Where the hell is he?" Marinette shouted, Tom was sure if Adrien appeared in this room now something was going to be thrown at him; whether that be a shoe or an epidural needle, Tom couldn't deny he was worried for his son-in-law.

"Your Maman's just gone to let him know they're going to be starting soon."

She yelled again, this time curling into a ball on herself and Tom couldn't help but move away, this was far from his comfort zone; even if Marinette was his baby. He couldn't stand seeing his baby girl in so much pain, the sudden need to also throw something at his son increased by the second.

The door swung open and a dishevelled Adrien stormed in, his eyes fierce with determination.

"Well it's about goddamn time!" Marinette remarked, following her husband around the bed with her eyes.

"I was having internal issues, I'm here though now. You and me against the birth."

Tom started laughing, Marinette turning her eyeline to glare at her father. The bigger man hurring out of the room and leaving the two soon to be parents – together.

"How are you?" he asked her, grabbing her hand with his own.

"How the hell do you think I am? I'm tired and in need of getting this baby oww-t!"

"Okay, Marinette, I need you to lie back for me. We're going to take you down to the delivery suite." The midwife came in and double checked her dilation only to call other midwives straight through.

Marinette could feel Adrien's hand tensing in hers, her anger at him increasing. Did he not understand that she was the one going through it? That she was about to push a watermelon out of a very personal place?

"She's 10 centimetres." The midwife began unlatching the breaks on the bed ready to move her.

"Papa, you're going to have to let go of Maman's hand if she's going to deliver this baby. We can't get down the corridor with you attached."

The words from the ladies mouth hit Marinette like a steel drum. She was about to deliver a baby. Her baby. Hers and Adrien's, Ladybug and Chat Noir's. Her breath hitched again, and she didn't know whether she was panting through the contractions or whether the reality of this impossibly perfect situation was finally kicking in.

"How are you feeling?" Adrien asked her, practically running alongside the trolley as they zipped her out the room.

"Like I need to push," Marinette responded, wiggling around on the bed to try and ease the insanely painful contractions. Everyone had told her it was like breaking every bone in her body but dear Lord this was something else.

The midwives continued moving her, winding through the hallways in search of the elevator. "Don't push, Maman, we're almost there. Just hold on a little longer."

"I was told if I needed to goddamn push then to goddamn pu-owww!"

"Just breathe through it, Papa, can you come and help maman with her breathing? Remember, in... hold your breath... and out... in... and out."

Adrien moved around to face his wife, the sweat lacing her head from the sheer intensity of the contractions. She must look like a mess. The elevators doors opened with a ding (the most annoying sound in the world, alongside Adrien's attempt at helping her pant) and she was rushed inside, the overbearing need to push hitting her again

"I need to fucking push, and if I have this baby in the goddamed fucking elevator then so be it!" She heard Adrien gasp before realising what she'd just said; gasping herself and covering her mouth with her hands. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to say that to you, oh no! You're going to think I'm an awful person now, this is a disaster, a complete disaster. Adrien, please tell them I don't usually swear at people."

She looked up into his eyes, and the next contraction passed with ease as she looked into the softened stare of her husband.

"I'm sure they know, Marinette." He bent down and placed a soft kiss on her forehead as she breathed through another contraction.

"Good girl, keep breathing," he said again, kissing into her greasy, sweat laced hair once more. "Breath through the need to push. Good girl."

She grabbed hold of his top and pulled him down to their eyes were level and speaking through clenched teeth.

"I'm fucking pushing," Marinette growled, the elevator finally stopping and the doors opening; far too slow for her own liking.

"Just breathe, like we were practising! Nice and easy," he said again, removing her vice like grip from the neck of his tee.

"If it's so fucking easy then you do it! I need to push!"

"We're almost there, Princess." Adrien said, taking her hand once more now the corridors were wider.

"You start that again and I swear I'll ... owwww! I need this damn baby out of me, now!"

"Almost in the room, sweetheart!" He squeezed her hand in reassurance, so she squeezed his back in pain!

"75 percent, your fault Agreste! I wouldn't be in this situation if you didn't look so good in black leather!"

A sudden snickering noise could be heard from the midwives and she realised exactly what she'd just said; now they were going to think she was a sex crazed lunatic. She looked to Adrien, pouting out her bottom lip, only for the ass to shrug and drop her a wink. Damn him! Damn all men!

The bed suddenly turned again, heading towards a corridor, only for it to be stopped and turned the other way.

"What the fuck is going on? I'm having this baby right now! Right here in the hallway because the goddamn baby is impatient like its father and wants to come oww-t." She squeezed down, pushing as hard as she could until the feeling subsided.

The room to the left suddenly seemed like the right room as the door was slammed open and Marinette was wheeled in, Adrien getting stuck between the bed and the door frame as she was rotated forcefully to the left.

"Get the fuck in here!" Marinette shouted as she lost sight of her husband.

"I'm here, I'm here! Now breathe, just breathe."

"I am breathing," she shouted back, "look! Here's me breathing!" She began to pant again, only for another contraction to hit like a led weight to the head. "Please, this baby needs to get out...can you just pull it or something? Can I have something for the pain?"

The midwife pointed to a bed at the side of the one she was currently laying on, "if you can get to there we can give you gas and air?"

Marinette went to sit up, only for the intense need to push take over again, becoming the most important thing to do in that minute. Finally, being unable to do something other than push she shook her head at the midwife. Right here it was going to happen, and when her husband slipped his hand into hers, kissing her head and whispering words of wisdom she knew she could deliver this baby. As long as he was here by her side, she could take on the world.

•••••

Tom and Sabine headed down the hallway in the general direction of the private rooms, a heart tightening hope that their little family was back and all okay. As they moved closer, the silence in the hallways was filled with the most beautiful noise. The awakening of a newly born infant. Were they back? Had their grandbaby finally arrived? They continued walking down the rooms, footfall a little quicker than previously, unsure where the noise was coming from... until they didn't need to wonder anymore.

"She's so furry, and look, Marinette, she has four ears."

They stood outside the door confused as to whether they should laugh at the joke, cry for their new to the world granddaughter, or pray for their son-in-law's life?