Adrien woke up with what could only be described as the worlds worst migraine. He would quite easily enter himself into the Guinness World Record Book and challenge anyone whom didn't agree. One thing Adrien never did was cry. He was a strong macho man, and macho men didn't cry ... that was until he was delivered life changing information. For the first time since he was fifteen, he'd cried uncontrollably until he fell asleep.

After speaking to Emilie and Amelie, Adrien had comforted Marinette in the safe solitude of Felix's pool house. He was surprised when Marinette managed to pull herself together in fifteen minutes and drag him back to Juniors party, acting her normal amazing self. She held his hand and acted like the perfect aunt and girlfriend. If only people could see beneath her sweet exterior.

He'd played many different scenarios in his head of what might have happened if he wasn't such an ass that faithful day. Each one ended with Marinette healthy, loved and with a family of beautiful blue eyed children causing mischief. For some reason the children he pictured also had blonde hair to compliment the blue of their eyes.

Marinette had continued to smile throughout the party and he was amazed at how resilient she was. There were just so many personality traits he adored about her. He just couldn't stop becoming more and more infatuated. Everything about her was incredible, and he was learning more by the day.

Adrien sighed as he rolled over in his bed to grab his phone. He had no alarm set this morning, knowing he'd need the extra rest. Tapping the screen, the phone lit up causing his brain rebounded against his skull. God he needed some sort of painkiller, and fast.

He saw he'd had four new messages. One from Chloé, one from a one night standing eight months ago, one from Nino and one from Marinette. His heart picked up speed when he saw her name. He couldn't be bothered to check the others, he just wanted to know how his Lady was.

Good morning, Kitty! Are you free Wednesday? I've got three pairs of underwear with your name on them (literally) xx

He smiled at the message and tried to think of a witty reply to send back. He placed one hand over his eyes, blocking out the blue light of his phone. He considered his options and decided whilst a bulldozer was moving around in his head he'd just stick to a straight forward answer. Fuck, he really thought he was going to be sick. Perhaps this was more than just a normal migraine.

He opened his eyes again and quickly typed a response.

Of course, Princess, say 6pm? I've got a magazine interview this afternoon, And I would like to make it known who m'lady is. Would that be ok? xx

Placing his phone down again he headed into the bathroom. Staggering around until he hit his en-suite, he swore his head was going to explode. When he returned home from dropping Marinette off last night, he'd cracked open his laptop and began to search Marinette's condition.

She'd said she might not be able to have children and he wanted to check it out. Perhaps in the future when she was married and considering expanding her family, he could pay to make sure she had the best possible chances. The cost would be nothing to bring her happiness.

A swirling went round his stomach and he felt sick. No wait, scrap that, he WAS going to be sick. Lunging towards his toilet he let out whatever contents were in his stomach. He couldn't decide if it was the migraine or the thought of Marinette getting married to someone that's not him.

"You don't want marriage and children, Agreste. You're not worthy enough to have that, you don't deserve it." He told himself as he sat back against the wall, eyes closed and head on the wonderful cold tiles. It felt so good against the vice like grip on his head.

After ten minutes in heaven he crawled to his under sink cupboard and pulled out the strongest painkiller he could find, without it being one to knock him out that is. He'd been given a great stash after his knee surgery. He was prepared for all painful occasions.

Grabbing a glass and filling it with water he took the tablet before downing the remainder of the glasses contents. Hands braced firmly on the edges of the sink, he looked up into the mirror. His face looked awful. He was pale, his face was grey. His hair was a nest on his head and his face was streaked with tears. He touched his cheek. A grown man crying himself to sleep. He really was one messed up human.

Closing his eyes he took a deep breath before heading back to bed. Perhaps he'd go back to sleep for a bit. It wouldn't hurt, he wasn't needed anywhere until his interview at four that afternoon. Thank god they'd already done the photoshoot.

He picked up his phone again. Two new messages; one from Marinette and another from Nino. What the hell did his best friend want at eight o'clock in the morning?

Hey dude, I'm having a stress! The costumes still haven't arrived for the bachelor party, can we get them from anywhere else?

Seriously dude! Respond to me! I know you're awake, I'm at Marinette's and she's getting messages from you.

Adrien let out a small laugh. Perhaps he could mess with Nino a little more before he replied to him. He opened the new message from Marinette.

I would be honoured for people to know I'm your lady. As long as thats ok with you? xxx

Again she was thinking of him. Putting herself second, making sure she was helping everyone else.

I want the world to know we're together, Princess xxx

Is that so? xxx

Her reply came quickly and Adrien couldn't help chuckle. He loved knowing she was anticipating his message.

Oh yes! You're a catch Marinette Dupain-Cheng, and lucky for me you're on my line 😍

Reading back his message he winced. His migraine was throwing him off his game.

And a big welcome back to the puns. Oh how I've missed their presence. I've got to get back to Nino's suit fitting, but I'll speak to you later? xxx

Adrien laughed out loud. She loved his puns, she was his biggest fan of them, even if she didn't show it all the time.

Sure thing Bugaboo. Tell Nino he's put on weight, it'll freak him out and he'll think Alya's going to kill him xxx

Adrien placed his phone on his chest and closed his eyes. Slowly but steadily the tension was leaving him. Either the pain killers were kicking in or it was the joy of messaging Marinette.

Smiling, he thought about what she'd look like in the fancy dress Alya had planned for the girls. Amazonian's. With Marinette being only about five foot two he couldn't help the laughter that escaped his mouth. She was going to look adorable, more Tiger-Lily than Amazon Goddess. Opening his eyes he decided to see what his other two messages were, still holding off the reply to Nino.

Chloé: Adrikins, what do you think of my new underwear? I'm not sure the colour suits me xxx

Under the message was a picture of Chloé standing provocatively in front of her mirror. She was dress in a red lace halterneck bra and matching French knickers. He cringed and deleted the message straight away.

"No, thank you."

He opened the next message before immediately blocking the number, deleting the message and the contact. Nobody wanted to see that much flesh this time in the morning, especially when it's not their girlfriends flesh. His phone signalled another message.

Haha, do you want Nino's death to be on your hands? Btw, please message him back. He's trying to confiscate my phone telling me it's bro's over hoe's xxx

Rolling his eyes he pulled up Nino's message and sent a quick reply. This was followed by him going onto the 'Bachelor' chat group.

Adrien: Hey guys, our costumes haven't arrived. Are you all free to meet tonight at 7pm to check the fancy dress show at the mall?

Kim: Yup, I'm in.

Max: Sure. Do I still get to be Batman?

Adrien: Sure thing, Max.

Nino: Thanks dudes, and thanks Adrien for finally getting in contact with me 🙄

Luka: I'll come. Perhaps you need a new best man, Nino? Especially if Agreste isn't up for the job. Probably too busy sticking his dick in some cheap ass blonde prostitute.

Adrien saw red. Obviously Luka just couldn't get over the fact that Marinette chose him, and the more time he spent with Marinette he was sure she'd choose him a million times over Luka.

Adrien took a deep breath and calmed himself. There was no way he was letting Luka get to him. He was going to calm his temper and start acting mature. He reopened the group chat thinking of a way to reply. As he began to read the messages he was shocked.

Max: I don't think so Luka. I am 100% certain Adrienette is strong.

Kim: Fuck Luka! There's no need for that man. Adrien would never hurt Marinette.

Nino: That was harsh Luka! Adrien's been messaging Marinette all morning.

Adrien: Thanks guys, and Nino I apologise for the late messages. I just can't help chatting with my beautiful girlfriend.

Ivan: I don't know what's happening but I'm there. Btw Adrien, my sister was at Junior's party with her son yesterday. She said you and Marinette were so cute, apparently our ex-player here couldn't keep his hands off his girlfriend.

Adrien: What can I say? I'm one hell of a lucky guy.

Adrien smiled. It seemed as though his friends views on him were changing. He read back over the conversation and sighed. Luka was going to be an issue and for once in his life he was determined not to let his anger take over.

Later that afternoon, Adrien's magazine interview had finished and he was waiting for the guys at the mall. He knew the girls were all meeting at Marinette's house for a dress fitting but he was hoping to speak to her for a bit before the others turned up.

Adrien pulled his phone out of his pocket and searched for the contact he wanted 'Princess'. Placing his phone to his ear, he sat on a bench waiting for her to answer, completely ignorant to the tall male presence behind him.

Hey handsome, how did the interview go? Should I start expecting hate mail?

Adrien laughed. God he adored this woman.

"Not yet, but give it a week or so."

She started to laugh and he could not control the butterflies swirling in his stomach. He was in deep shit with this. His life was beginning to revolve around her.

Will you protect me, oh kind Prince?

"I'll take anyone down who tries to hurt you."

Well I'm glad to hear that, kitty.

"I hope this doesn't freak you out too much, Princess, but I've really missed you today."

Adrien took a chance. Closing his eyes he placed his thumb and fingers on his brow. At this moment in time he was vulnerable, and he wasn't doing very good at hiding it.

I've missed you too, but don't worry I'll see you and your cute tushy on Wednesday.

Adrien snorted out a laugh.

"I thought you wanted me for more than my body."

I do. But I'm not going to lie, your bodies a fantastic added extra.

Laughing again Adrien looked up to meet eyes with his best friend. Nino lifted a hand in greeting as Adrien began to end the call. What Adrien hadn't noticed was Luka hovering behind him.

"Thanks."

What you up to tomorrow? That is apart from annoying me on FaceTime to finish my fashion week outfits?

"I'm actually going to paint my bedroom. You'll have to come see it when it's complete."

I can't wait, Chaton.

A doorbell was heard in the background and Adrien knew the girls had began to arrive at her house.

"I best go, Nino and the guys are here. Text me later?"

Of course. Have a good shop, Minou.

"As long as you enjoy your girls night in."

Oh, we most certainly will. We're going have run around in our underwear, drink some wine, watch a chick flick, and talk about our hot boyfriends bodies. Obviously I'll win.

"You're a little pervert when you want to be! Bye Bugaboo."

Bye Kitty

Ending his call and placing his phone back in his pocket he greeted Nino and the others. Luka appeared from around his back, arms crossed over his body. Adrien could tell he was trying to make himself larger than he actually was. No matter what he tried he'd never have the cut muscles of Adrien Agreste.

The guys began to move in the direction of the fancy dress shop when Luka placed his arm out in front of Adrien.

"Just so you know, Agreste, I haven't given up on Marinette. I don't believe this game you're playing with her, and as soon as I find out what it is, I will expose you and take her for myself. Be prepared Adrien. You won't stand a chance."

As Luka stormed away looking smug with his threat Adrien rolled his eyes.

"Bring it on, Couffaine."