Adrien had had a wild night.

Unfortunately for the newly promoted father, when their third child, Hugo, had been born it was in the midst of lockdown (thank you COVID 19). Hugo was now the delightful age of eight months old, lockdown had been lifted and Kim had decided it was time to get the old gang together and 'wet the baby's head'.

Marinette being the wonderful super mum she was (literally) agreed that once the twins were put to bed Adrien could go and have a drink with the male counterparts of their friendship group ... score!

But on one condition ... he didn't come back too drunk. The four year old twins were a handful, add in the curiosity of a newly crawling baby and it was definitely an 'all hands on deck' situation. Adrien was a kind and caring husband/father and agreed to his Queen's ways. So after reading The Gruffalo and The Gruffalo's Child to Louis and Emma, Marinette gave him the nod and he headed off to meet the gang.

Nino was on a mission! Mission 'get Adrien drunk', and it seemed as though he'd pulled Luka and Kim in on the mission too, meaning there was no chance of him surviving. He had no way out but to drink beer after beer, supplied for him by his friends. Half way through the night Ivan and Max came to join the fun, meaning more beers were brought in honour of both Adrien and Marinette's fertility.

Around midnight, Adrien had been bundled into an Uber and sent home, slightly tipsy to the point where he was actually very drunk. Luka volunteered to look after the blonde model, seeing him back to Adrien and Marinette's home in the centre of Paris. Saying their goodbyes, Adrien gave Luka a pat on the head, called him a good snake man and wandered into his home and towards his bedroom.

He loved his kids. He really did, but when the floor was covered in Lego and you were walking bare feet after removing your shoes you began to not like them quite as much.

'The Floor is Lava' had nothing on a game of 'dodge the Lego bricks'. In a similar fashion to Indiana Jones raiding for the lost Ark, Adrien Agreste made his way towards Sleeping Beauty's tower. He giggled to himself as he considered Marinette's face if she woke up now, watching him tiptoe and spin around multicoloured blocks and little Lego men's legs.

He past Elsa's ice castle, and took a quick turn at Avenger's HQ before flip flopping over the Disneyland Train Station (his Lady's pride and joy). Finally, he'd met his match.

The Death Star.

"We meet again, young Skywalker. Zoom!" Taking out his imaginary lightsaber, Adrien swished it through the air and down onto his Death Star. The Death Star he said he could build in twenty-four hours, which, in dad language, actually meant twenty-four days.

He leaped with all his might and landed in his usual Chat Noir crouch on the other side, standing up and turning around looking at where he'd come from, stage one complete.

He stepped backwards to head towards the kitchen area, his attitude high and confidence booming, only to land on Yoda. With a yelp, Adrien hopped on one foot, cupping his sole with one hand and biting the other to stop from screaming.

"Oh, biscuits! Oooo biscuits" Adrien exclaimed, hobbling over to the kitchen and into the refrigerator. There had to be something in there he could eat. He examined the shelves top to bottom, when his eyes fell upon the nicest looking dessert ever. Lemon meringue pie. Score!

Taking a slice out of the pie, he sat at the kitchen, took and fork and began to shovel it down. Oh yes! This was good.

He continued to eat until his plate was empty, opting for another piece, which turned into two, which turned into three, before he decided he may as well finish it off so the pie can be all together. After all, each piece wanted to be with its friends.

Pleasantly full and ready for bed, Adrien began to walk towards the bedroom door. His head was spinning and he was struggling to place one foot in front of the other. But he needed to get there. He needed to reach his bed before he could collapse. Only a few more steps. He could make it. He was sure.

Hip bumping off the chair, the wall, the side table and the bathroom door, he'd made it. He was at his bedroom door. Yes! And even better, Marinette had left it open meaning he wouldn't have to fumble around with the knob.

Knob, he thought, what a strange word.

The room was pitch black, but they'd lived here for almost twelve years. There was no way he would bash into something, however, to be on the safe side he positioned his arms out slightly in front of him, patting the air and making sure he didn't bump into anything.

He could hear his lady snoring in the bed and just about make out her body form under the covers. God, she was cute when she slept. Tiny snores leaving her mouth, dead to the world and hopefully dreaming of him. He sighed and lowered his arms, deciding he was safe now, all he needed to do was take a couple of steps and he could climb into bed next to his lady and cuddle up. Oh happy days!

One step ...

Two step ...

BANG!

Adrien's shoulder collided with the side of their wardrobes, sending him flying onto the bed, and consequently onto Marinette. He felt her shift underneath him as she shot up into a sitting position, using all her strength to fight him off her.

"Adrien!" She hissed.

In the dark confines of the room he wasn't quite sure where the voice had came from, and more importantly who?

"Jesus?" He asked in return.

"Don't be an idiot Adrien! It's not Jesus,"

"Oh sorry, my bad. Jesus Christ?"

He heard the growl before being blinded by the bedside lamp.

"Adrien!"

"Awww my wonderful Marinette. Did you see Jesus?"

She rolled her eyes at him before lying back down.

"You're going to wake Hugo up! Just get into bed."

"As you wish, M'Lady." He wiggled his eyebrows at his wife and decided now, after fourteen years of a relationship, it was an ideal time to do a strip tease.

Attempting to stand up, he stumbled backwards and into the wardrobe again, swearing at the impact.

Three ...

Two ...

One ...

Screaming came from down the hall as Hugo let out an ear piercing cry. Adrien looked at Marinette; his face showing deep regrets, hers showing deep anger, before she climbed out of bed and made her way to the bedroom door.

"And because of that, you're getting up with the kids in the morning. It took me three hours to stop him screaming and to get him to sleep. My breasts are raw from his biting and I'm exhausted! You better pray he doesn't wake the twins up."

She stormed out the room leaving Adrien standing startled. Well, that could have gone better ...

When Marinette woke up the next morning, she was happy to see Adrien had taken her warning seriously and was out of the way with the kids. Hugo had been awake for another two hours after Adrien's escapade and she was on the edge. A nerve wrecked woman with a husband who was going to end up in the doghouse, until she walked out into the lounge and saw all the children playing nicely and Adrien feeding Hugo.

"Good morning, Beautiful."

She looked at her husband dazed. For someone who was wasted last night he seemed pretty good, and not at all hungover.

Hugo turned to face her and held his arms out, babbling 'Maman' and scrunching his hands in want of being picked up. Dropping a quick kiss to the twins heads, she grabbed Hugo from Adrien and watched as he stood to his full height.

"I'm so sorry," he said, kissing her on the cheek. She could hold back the smile. Even when she was mad at him she couldn't help the love and happiness he caused her to feel, especially when he'd just given her a lie in.

"You're forgiven for now," she said with a giggle. Heading over to the refrigerator to grab some juice.

Adrien sat back down and smiled to himself. Mischief managed, he thought, crossed an ankle on his knee and lazing back on their sofa. He'd diverted anything bad, and managed to make her smile. Boom, he was a super papa.

"Who ate the meringue? That was for dinner with your father and Nathalie."

Adrien's eyes sprung open. He'd completely forgot about his midnight snack last night.

"Adrien?" Her questioning was anger and he began to sweat at the implications of the situation.

"Adrien? Did you eat the meringue?"

"No?" He asked curiously

"Adrien!" She scalded, this time causing the kids to turn their attention too.

"Did you eat it?" She asked.

"No, " he responded again.

"Then who did?"

Now in all fairness to Adrien, he was still a tiny bit tipsy and nursing a hangover. He'd had three hours sleep, and so far this morning he'd been a horse, a cow, a stick, an aeroplane, a pirate and a potato, so you can't really blame the guy for what came out of his mouth.

"Jesus!"

Oh yes! He was well and truly in the dog house.