"Emma come on, we're going to be late." Marinette shouted up the stairs to her daughter before checking her watch again. They had 20 minutes to get to The Grand Hotel. "Emma? What are you doing?"

Emma Agreste was currently standing in front of the mirror checking out her new bikini. The red details suited her perfectly, and the cut was the most flattering thing she'd ever worn. She knew her papa would hate it, but still it was her Maman's design so any problems he'd have to take it out with her.

"Emma!"

"I'm coming," she shouted back down to her mother, grabbing her black denim skirt and sliding it over her hips, before finding her muscle vest and throwing it over the top. She skipped down the stairs to meet her mother, Marinette smiling at her, giving her that look.

"Oh, Ems, you look beautiful sweetheart."

"Do you think Papa's going to be angry?" Emma said, grabbing her Chat Noir rucksack and heading to the door.

"I'll deal with your father. You're not a baby anymore and he needs to understand that."

Marinette followed her daughter out and they started to make their way towards the Grand Hotel, and evidently Finley's 18th Birthday pool party. As usual Chloé had gone above and beyond what any other child was doing for their 18th', though it shouldn't have come as a surprise when all Chloé cared about was her face value.

Emma looked over at her Maman and could help the feeling of pride. Her mother was beautiful on the inside and out, and thanks to good genes, Emma was hopeful that she'd look that good at 37 years old too. As far as she was aware, Marinette was the only woman in their extended family/friendship group, even including her auntie Alya and auntie Kagami, that hadn't dabbled with a quick Botox session.

Though her Maman swore it was the luck of the Ladybug Miraculous, Emma had seen her family's genes and Grand mere Sabine was also still young looking and vibrant.

"So, is William going to be there?"

Emma looked at her mother before groaning. "Has Papa put you up to this?" She said, placing her hands over her face.

"I'm neither confirming or denying."

"I suppose it's better than having the sex talk from him." She grumbled, grabbing a hold of the shoulder straps to her bag.

"Your brother had it two years ago, consider yourself lucky to only be having it now and with me." Marinette laughed.

"That's only because papa threatened Max he would cataclysm his son's balls off if he touched me again."

"Language!" Marinette laughed.

"Sorry," Emma grumbled, walking alongside her mother.

Emma had received Adrien's genes when it came to height and had towered over her mother since she was 14. If she wasn't so sure her mother could kick the ass of anyone due to her being one of the world's greatest superheroes she'd be worried about her being such a dinky dot. If it was true and you shrunk as you got older, Emma would be worried that Marinette would suddenly become a 'Borrower'.

"He just cares sweetheart, he doesn't want you making the same mistakes he did."

Emma stopped abruptly. "So me and Lou are a 'mistake'?"

Marinette laughed, "do you really want to know how you ended up conceived?"

"Ugh! No! Please spare me that thought."

"You weren't planned but you were the best thing that ever happened to us. Do we wish we'd had more time to be just the two of us without you? Yes, but we're grateful every single day for being so lucky to have such beautiful, wonderful children."

"Awww Maman, you're going to make me cry." Emma announced sarcastically.

The two females started laughing as they turned the corner and spotted the hotel on the corner of the street. Luckily, they still lived in central Paris in the perfect walking distance of everything and everyone they needed.

"Did your brother say what time he was going to be here?" Marinette asked, looking around for her eldest son, and Emma's twin.

"No," she sighed, "but I know Bella had something planned for them before they came here. I don't want to expand on this conversation so please don't ask. It's weird enough having my best friend talk about her love life with my brother, I don't want to then have to share it with our Maman too."

Marinette grabbed her daughter by the waist and pulled her in for a side hug, only for Emma to respond with an arm around her mothers shoulders. Emma truly didn't know what she'd do without her Maman. Marinette was her everything. Her caregiver, her confidant and her best friend. She couldn't have had a better parent.

Her father on the other hand ... well ... if people thought he was protective of Marinette, it was nothing compared to his actions with her. She really was his little Princess, and she'd be lying if she said she wasn't a daddy's girl. She had him wrapped right around her little finger.

Marinette's phone chimed from her pocket, causing her to unhook herself from her daughter's hug and pull the offending item from her bag..

"It's your papa." She said, pressing the green button, the phone came to life and Adrien's voice came out the speaker.

"Hello, My Queen."

"Hey Kitty, how did Hugo get on?"

Emma faked a gag resulting in a slap to the bicep from Marinette.

"He won! Just on our way back now. M'Lady ... they want him for Nationals!"

"That's amazing news, put him on the phone."

Marinette could hear shuffling on the other side of the phone and some words of discussion in the background before Adrien's soft voice returned.

"He's too busy getting ready for Lara." Adrien's voice was filled with amusement and Marinette couldn't help but smile along too. All their kids were pairing off, and it made her reminiscent of the earlier days of hers and Adrien's relationship.

"Awww young love, perhaps we can sneak off for a bit if all our kids are occupied."

"Ewww, Maman, no! You're almost 40."

Adrien obviously heard what Emma had said as he barked out a hearty laugh down the phone.

"Sweetie, you don't lose your sex drive because you have kids. Since you have all grown up, your father and I -"

"Do not finish that sentence." Emma stormed off and Adrien's laugh rang out the speaker again.

"Drive safely, Chaton. Love you."

"Love you too, Bugaboo."

Marinette hung up her phone and carried on walking, bringing the conversation back to what started it all.

"So, William?"

"Billy," Emma corrected, and then kicked herself. She shouldn't have done that.

"How much have you seen him whilst at University? And don't lie to me and say you haven't because I know for a fact you're on the same campus."

"Are you and Alix checking up on us?"

Marinette smiled. "Something like that. It's nice to hang out with the in-laws sometimes ... you know?"

Emma groaned and rolled her eyes. Of course her parents had been checking in.

"Fine, what do you want to know?" Emma had admitted defeat. There was no escaping when the Akuma class had taken it upon themselves to shack up with each other, marrying their childhood sweethearts and classmates. God, it was annoying.

"Are you being safe?"

Emma breathed out and looked at her mother, folding her arms across her chest. "If you must know, we haven't done that yet. I'm not ready and Billy hasn't pushed me. He's being really sweet and going at my speed."

Marinette nodded, hating herself for what she was about to say. "Just remember he's two years older than you. He's going to want different things and I know you've been on and off since you were 16, but that doesn't stop me from worrying if he's using you, or going elsewhere to satisfy his needs."

She stepped towards her daughter and placed an arm on her forearm. "When I first got with your father, your grandparents were worried about his status and fame, and the fact that if I wasn't willing to 'put out' then he could just go and choose someone else. God knows he had enough fan girls to bed hop as much as he liked. Luckily for me though, I'd found my soulmate and we wanted to experience everything together. It was true love."

Emma nodded at her mother. Her parents' love story was unique and one of a modern day fairytale. Others weren't as lucky as they were, the two of them literally being 'made for each other'.

"I love you Maman, but please trust me. Billy is sweet and kind, and I will only have sex when I'm 100 percent sure he's the one. We spent almost every night together. If he is seeing anyone else I don't know when he's doing it."

"I do trust you. You're our little girl though, we don't want anything happening to you. I couldn't stand seeing you heartbroken, and I know your father couldn't."

"Little?" Emma scoffed, "which one of us can't see over a steering wheel?"

Smiling and shaking her head, Marinette replied. "You may look like me but you're your father all over."

"And that's what makes me so awesome." Emma looped her arm through Marinette's and they made their way into the hotel, Jean standing ready to direct the guests up to the party.

"Awww, Madam Agreste's" he bowed, "young Monsieur Agreste has already arrived with Mademoiselle Couffaine. They have checked in and headed to their suite for the evening."

Her son's relationship with Bella was where Marinette had seen a difference between fathers of daughters and fathers of sons. If Emma had even suggested a night in a hotel with a boy, Marinette knew Adrien would be sitting on the balcony ... in his super suit ... baton ready to strike, however as soon as Louis mentioned a late Valentines treat for his girlfriend of almost two years, Adrien had handed over his credit card and told Louis to ask for the Ladybug suite (apparently it had the best views). Luka, however, had not had Adrien's enthusiasm and the only thing in Louis' defence was that his personality didn't even touch Adrien's, he was pure Marinette.

"Thank you Jean."

The two walked over to the elevator, catching the correct one to take them to the rooftop pool. The music could be heard before the doors opened, and Emma prepared herself. This was the first time she was seeing Billy in a couple of weeks and she hoped he was anticipating today as much as she was. She really missed him.

The doors pinged open and the wild display appeared in front of them. People cannonballing into the pool, Nino DJing at the decks, Chloé screaming at some unsuspecting soul and Rhys being ... well ... Rhys. Emma couldn't help but cringe as she watched the older guy walking around in a Chat Noir theme mankini, nobody needed to see that.

Emma perused the scene looking for Billy, her brother or any of her friends, a brief time later she had only found the latter.

"Is it okay if I head over to my friend's Maman?" Emma asked.

"Of course, I can't believe you've just asked that. Go have some fun, and I'll keep your father entertained once he arrives. I promise he won't bug you today"

Emma didn't know whether to sigh in relief or cringe.

"Did you just use a pun?" She asked.

"What can I say? I've been with your father for 22 years, it's become second nature." She dropped Emma a wink and made her way over to Alix, Alya and Zoé.

Rolling her eyes, Emma made her way to her friends settling on a sunlounger beside them. She scanned the area once more for Billy to no avail. She'd seen both Max and Alix so where the hell was he?

"Looking for your Beau?" Lucie said.

Lucie was one of Emma's first friends. She was the 'Queen Bee' of their group, and incredibly spoiled. Luckily, Emma was always straight up with the girl, making their friendship a true and meaningful one. She also wasn't linked to their close knit extended family so time with Lucie was always a breath of fresh air. For once their parents weren't old school friends, and not in the 'superteam'.

"Yeah, I can see his Maman and Papa but not him."

"I heard he's got a job." Francesca, Lucie's cling on said. "Finley said he's coming when his shift finishes."

"Oh, okay." Emma was surprised. They spoke daily but he'd never mentioned having a job, or arriving late to the party. How was it that the other's knew but she didn't? Why was he keeping it a secret?

The girls spent the next hour catching up. None of them were at the same universities so it was fun to see how everyone was doing. Emma had found out Lucie was working her way through dating the entire lacrosse team and that Finley and Francesca had been 'serious' for about two months now. There were a couple of girls Emma hadn't met before, who were from Finley's university and in the friendship group of Lucie and Francesca. Emma always found it easy to get on with people so settled herself down comfortably next to them.

"Holy hell! Look at him!"

Lucia and Francesca had gone off to play with the guys in the pool leaving Emma to drift in and out of sleep next to the others. Suddenly Trisha, one of Lucie's new followers, had obviously seen something or someone she liked and wanted everyone in the vicinity to know.

"Woah! Dear Lord, he is gorgeous!"

Emma smiled, whoever had appeared was obviously making quite a stir with the girls.

"How old do you think he is?"

"Late twenties, early thirties I reckon."

"Is that his kid?"

"Not sure. He doesn't look old enough to have a kid that age."

Emma's eyebrows creased. She thought she'd known all the grown ups that would be here. She knew her auntie Kagami and uncle Luka wouldn't be. They were away visiting Jagged with Sunny whilst she had some time off school, but apart from that everyone was here, except her father.

"He looks like a supermodel."

"He's definitely DILF."

"Oh yes, he could spank me any day."

The girls started to cackle and Emma felt something stir in her stomach. No, it couldn't be ... could it?

Emma had grown up with people knowing her father so it seemed too far-fetched that the girls wouldn't know the Adrien Agreste when they saw him.

"He's going to take his top off." One of the girls squealed in excitement, hitting her hand against the arm of the chair in anticipation.

"Take it off, take it off ..." the girls started to chant. Emma was too afraid to open her eyes. If she just kept them tightly closed she could pretend to be asleep and ignore what was happening around her.

She screwed her eyes tighter underneath her sunglasses and creased her eyebrows. It could be any Papa she thought. Uncle Kim was good looking, and Uncle Nino. Who knows, maybe Uncle Luka was back from his trip? Or perhaps Uncle Nathaniel and Aunt Marc had made a rare appearance?

The girls all squealed in delight, obviously indicating that the male in question was now topless.

"He is fit! Like actual fit!"

"Is that an eight pack?"

"I'm going to have some sweet dreams tonight."

"I'd never usually go for an older man, but I would make an exception for him."

"Wait, who's that woman walking over to him?"

"Is that his wife?"

"Of course a DILF would be married to a MILF, they are gorgeous. I wonder if they have an older son? Their kids must be gorgeous."

"They came with one who looked about 14."

"Yeah, but have they got one around 18 or 19? I don't dare kids four years younger than me."

"Yeah they do," she'd recognise that voice through the depths of the ocean. "He's standing right here."

Emma opened her eyes to see her twin standing over her before turning her head to see the startled expression of the girls. Each staring at her very attractive brother with their mouths wide open, this was getting embarrassing.

"Hey Lou, how are you?" Emma said, looking up from the chair. "Where's Bella?" She looked around for her best friend and Louis' girlfriend only to come up short.

"She's gone to meet Billy. He's been calling you for the past half hour worried, you weren't answering your phone."

"I was asleep."

"And?"

"Hang on, if he was calling me and then called you but you're just responding now ... what were you doing?" Her question took him off guard, his cheeks flaming with heat as he looked away towards where their Maman and Papa were snuggling, they were so cringey.

Turning her head, Adrien caught eye contact with them and began to make his way over, releasing Marinette after placing a smacking kiss on her lips, her poor mother was dazed when he finally let her go. Now was the time they were both going to die of shame.

Emma took a quick glance at the girls beside her, noticing how a couple were physically drooling at her father as he made his way closer.

"Hey kids," he smiled at the twins before turning to the girls on the lounges, "hey girls." He dropped them a wink and one of the girls fainted, falling backwards off the lounger and flat onto her back.

He let out a chuckle and turned back to his kids, obviously not phased by the girl's overbearing attention.

"Emma, Billy's outside, he's been waiting for you for ages and I think you're going to want to see him." He smiled at his daughter before looking back at his son. "Want to race?" The twinkle in Adrien's eye made him look no older than 15.

Rolling her eyes she stood up and placed in her skirt and racer vest before slipping on her flip flops..

"Papa, for god sake, wear a tee." She said.

Adrien slapped his toned stomach causing another girl to faint. "When you get to my age Em, if you've got it you flaunt it! Okay Lou, dive after three, you ready?"

As Adrien and Louis started their swim session Emma made her way downstairs nervously rubbing the back of her neck, very similar to that of her father. The elevator doors opened and Bella was on the other side, a wide smile on her face. She rushed forward and embraced Emma, startling the young girl into stillness.

"I'm so happy," Bella said.

"I don't think I want to know about what you and my brother have been up to."

Bella just laughed, signalling Emma to move through the hotel and into a quiet courtyard. As she approached the automatic doors, she noticed the silhouette of a tall lanky male pacing forwards and backwards mumbling to himself.

Her breath caught in her throat as she realised it was Billy.

"Hey," she said shyly, walking out to him.

"Hi," he replied, his voice breaking causing him to cough and try to correct it. "Hey." He said much deeper, as he went to place an elbow to rest on a plant pot only to miss it and fall onto the bench.

"Oh my God, are you okay?" Emma rushed forward grabbing him, and pulling him up straight and dusting him off. She noted how he was wearing clothes that were way too formal for the pool party, and a badge with her parents logo on it.

"What's that?" She asked, pointing to the name tag.

"I've - um - I wanted to do this right." He reached behind the plant pot and pulled out the most beautiful bouquet of red roses holding them in front of him. "Emma," he breathed out. "You are the most beautiful girl I have ever laid my eyes on, but it's not just your looks which is mesmerising. You make me laugh and smile like I never have before, you make everyday worth living and because of this you deserve the world. I spoke to your father a couple of weeks ago about my intentions and he was incredibly supportive, even if he did 'interview' me in his suit."

"He didn't," Emma laughed.

"Oh he did, he had his hand activated the whole time and everything, it was the scariest hour of my life, but anyway that's not important. What is important is how I wanted to be the best I could be before moving forward with you. Your father offered me a job at one of his stores and I've been working there between lectures."

"But how?" Emma frowned. In answer, Billy pulled out a very familiar pair of sunglasses.

"I made the team." He said with a smile. "Now please stop interrupting me because I'm losing a section of my speech every time you do." She nodded, a smile creeping over her lips. "Where was I? Oh - yeah - so ... I've been working at 'Agreste' and completing my degree so I can offer you more than just a geek who loves working out the best trajectory of a skating ramp."

"A hot geek though -"

"Emma! Please for the love of all things Miraculous, stop talking."

She mimicked zipping her lips up and throwing away the key.

"You know what? Forget this shit! I'm not your father, I can't just spout out poetry like it's second nature, and I'm no good at this lovey dovey stuff." He dragged a hand down his face before thrusting out the flowers to Emma. "Will you be my girlfriend? Can we make 'us' official?"

Emma stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Billy's waist, squashing the roses between them

"I'd really like to be your girlfriend."

She heard him let out a sigh of what she was guessing was relief, pulling him tighter into her body.

"Thank God," he laughed out, "I don't think I could face your father again and say I messed it up."

Emma pulled away, taking the red roses out of his hands. "Are you staying for the party, or do you need to get back to work?"

"I've got the rest of the day off so I'm all yours."

"Good," Emma replied, pushing up onto her tiptoes and placing her lips against his, "because I'm not planning on letting you go."

She reached out, joining their fingers together and walking out the courtyard in the direction of the elevator. She lifted her hand holding the flowers and gave them a quick sniff. They were beautiful.

"Emma?" Billy asked.

"Yeah," she replied.

"Thank you."

She stepped forward, letting go of his hand only to wrap it around his waist again, lifting her head and meeting his lips halfway.

Who knew what was to come, but Emma was sure she couldn't wait to find out.