Marinette frowned as Alya slapped the magazine cover in front of her.

It was almost as if she were experiencing deja vu.
She inwardly shivered as this appeared to be a common occurrence with Alya lately

  She pressed her lips together as she looked down at the magazine, her fingers slipping underneath it so she could pick it up and get a better look.

"Do you snoop around on every magazine in Paris and Italy so you can drop it in front of me?" Marinette asked, teasing slightly.

She sighed at the front cover, her heart dropping.

Plastered all over the front covers was a photo of her and Alya, taken in the wrong angle.
The photo appeared as though it was taken from behind Marinette, and Alya was barely to be seen in the front of her.

Some of it had to be photoshopped but it appeared as though Marinette and Alya had shared a passionate drunken kiss, and it was plastered on every front cover in Paris. Marinette couldn't bear to read the captions that depicted her as some sort of sleazy party animal who had no self control.

"I suppose I have a keen eye for controversy..." Alya sighed, crossing her arms. "I wonder who sent in that photo..." the brunette rubbed her temples and sat down in front of her.

"Well...whoever took this didn't have a good quality camera...my hair almost looks purple, this could have been anyone." Marinette responded in more of an attempt to calm herself down.

Alya shook her head and pushed her glasses up her nose.
"No...this is clearly you, and this photo was taken out context." Her eyes flickered up to the bluenette who nearly puked.

"This was meant to be derogatory and to stir up controversy and gossip regarding the legitimacy of your engagement to Adrien."

Marinette sighed and she shoved the magazine to the middle of the table

"I don't understand why my relationship with my husband should be a public spectacle!" She exclaimed, her blue eyes nearly watering.

Alya frowned, immediately noticing how visibly upset Marinette had become.

Marinette was not used to this sort of vendetta and invasion of privacy. She knew it came with life in the lime light, especially since Adrien was a huge deal in Paris, and her current occupation only added more publicity to her name.
Publicity she didn't want.

Marinette never second guessed marrying Adrien. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with him, and she had a child with him. She didn't really think about the mishaps and major spotlight that came around it.
   Alya scooted beside her friend, wrapping her arms around her and pulling her close.

"It's going to be okay..." Alya murmured, rubbing Marinette's arm softly.

The bluenette leaned into her friend, sniffling slightly.
"Don't get too close...someone else might snap a photo of us..." the blunette muttered, only half joking.

Alya shrugged, only wanting to comfort her friend.
"I don't care...we already know the photo is just an unfair lie..."

Marinette pouted, her cheeks growing pink as she let the words sink in.
They were lies...

"Lies..." Marinette mused, slowly pulling away with a furrowed brow.

"You don't think Lila could have sent the photo in....do you?" She perked a brow, looking up at Alya.

Alya blinked, her brow furrowing as well.

"Does Lila have a vendetta against you?" Alya asked, watching as her friend picked up the magazine again.

"Yeah... she's upset that Adrien proposed to me. She's always had this unhealthy obsession with him..." Her frown only deepened.

"What a witch..."Alya deadpanned her eyes glancing down at the magazine as she had remembered seeing Lila that night.

Marinette bit her lip.
"More likea volture...with claw fingers. This is definitely something she'd do..."

Alya glanced back at Marinette briefly, a curious expression on her face.
"A volture?"

Marinette looked up at her friend and shook her head.

"Nothing, it's an insider between me and Adrien..." She waved her hand dismissively.

Alya nodded awkwardly.
"Right..."

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   Marinette sighed as she sat at her desk. She couldn't even focus on her designs.
She knew it was a silly thing to be anxious over, but Marinette already knew that Gabriel could be mean.
She was going to carry the Agreste last name.

And that last name was huge.

It meant everything to them. The last thing she wanted to do was drag it through the dirt.

Her heart raced as she was a little worried about how Adrien would react to it.
He was there!

Surely he didn't believe that Marinette had some crazy fling with Alya.
Nino was in the same photo!

She rubbed her temples, attempting to calm herself down

Adrien wouldn't be mad.

Would he? Marinette felt her heart race, and she gulped slightly.

Marinette pushed some of her papers aside
She couldn't even look at them. She had a fashion show in a few days, and she was definitely over thinking.

The blunette gasped as she heard a knock on her office door. She nearly dropped her papers.
"C-come in." She rasped clearing her throat and cleaning off her work desk.

"I hope I'm not coming in at a bad time." A soft voice emanated from behind the door as it opened.

Marinette felt her heart flutter. She knew that voice from anywhere.

She had never felt so much bliss, but dread at the same time.

"Adrien?" She asked, standing up from her seat.
Her eyes connected with a glistening pair of green eyes.

"Hey-" Adrien greeted, holding a bag of sweets for his sweetheart. The blunette clambered out from behind her desk and she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug.

Adrien wrapped his arms around her, his face burying into her neck as he lifted her up briefly before he placed her back down.

"It's so great to see you..." the girl murmured, pulling away to give him a gentle kiss on his lips.

Adrien nodded, being a little stubborn upon parting. He kept his lips pressed on hers, kissing her lips over and over again.

Marinette giggled, returning each peck he had to offer her.
His lips felt so warm and soft against hers, it was too addicting.

"Mmm..." Adrien hummed as he pulled away. "I brought you some chocolates. I know its not an ideal snack in case you had a hangover after last night."

Marinette felt her stomach drop at the thought of last night. She debated whether or not to pitch the idea to Adrien that it might have been Lila, but she worried she wouldn't get past the first sentence without throwing up.
  She knew he saw it. Who hasn't?
A shiver went down her spine as she began to worry if Audrey had seen it.
Could this cost her the job she's always dreamed of? The thought of it made her sick to her stomach

"Is that why you're here?" Marinette asked, pulling back to look at him with a grimace.

Adrien poked her nose.
"T-that's...not why I came here. At least not the sole reason." He kissed her cheek softly.

The blunette whimpered and she pulled away, wandering back ovet to her desk.
"I know you've seen it." She frowned, digging her palms into her eyes with a grimace.

Adrien placed the bag of chocolates on the loveseat against the wall before he approached her with open arms.

"I've seen it." He conceded, his arms squeezing around her.

Marinette caved into him, she groaned in misery.

"It wasn't fair. I know..." Adrien murmured. "The photo was mis-angled and taken out of context. The media does that a lot."

Marinette turned her head to the side and she looked out the window.

"A lot of unwanted publicity that comes with the engagement of Paris' well known fashion designers' son...the coveted model..." her voice trailed off.

Adrien pulled back, his bottom lip quivering slightly.

Marinette couldn't tell if he was playing or being serious.
"You don't regret agreeing to marrying me, do you?" He asked.

The blunette cupped his face as her heart sank. "No! I don't regret it..." She snorted and hid her face against his neck again. "I'm awful with words..."

Adrien chuckled, knowing all too well how much she stumbled on her words and could never say what she meant. He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head.
"I know, sweetheart." He assured, his hand rubbing up and down her back.

Marinette relaxed, allowing her to calm down in his arms as he held her.
  He really was a sweet man. He came to her when she needed him, and when she was anxious, he always found some way to calm her down.  She smiled, pulling back to press a gentle kiss on his lips. Her arms gently wrapped around him and pulled him close.

Adrien quickly reciprocated, his lips slowly melted into hers and a low groan escaped from the base of his throat.
  "That's more like it~" he teased in a soft mutter against her lips.
   The blunette giggled, slowly pulling away, but keeping their lips close.

"You're such a tease..." She ran her fingers through his hair. "Now...." She pulled back far enough to look at the bag of sweets he had left on the loveseat.
"What sweets did you bring me?" She asked, leaving his side to grab the little bag and poke around through it.

"I brought some truffles and Hershey kisses. You know, when I'm not here you'll have all the sweet kisses your heart desires." He approached her from behind and wrapped his arms around her.

Marinette giggled, unwrapping a truffle and taking a bit out of it. He was such a corny sap.
  She turned around slightly, offering him the other end to which he gladly allowed him to feed her.

Marinette threw the wrap away, her body feeling warm as she submerged herself into his warmth.

Her brow furrowed as she did some thinking. She really did want to let this go, and continue on with her life but she couldn't.

  "What does Lila have against me?" She looked back at Adrien. "We aren't children anymore. We are grown adults, with jobs, some of us have children, we have our own relationships." She huffed, her brow furrowing. "It's not my fault that she was a liar, and that drove all her friends away..."
Marinette was well aware that she was just venting at this point.
Adrien nodded behind her, his cheek pressed against hers as he listened.

"And its not like I'm fucking her boyfriend, or killed her first born. She needs to get a life and leave mine alone. I'm not doing anything wrong to her. If she wanted you, then that's tough on her." She sighed.

Adrien hugged her tightly to his body.
  "You aren't fucking her boyfriend, but you're having a little fun with your fiance." Adrien teased, lifting her up briefly.

Marinette smiled weakly, her blue eyes wandering around her room before it landed on the unfinished projects on her desk.
A small frown tugged at her lips. She wanted nothing more than to be rested in his arms for as long as possible, but she did need to get some work done. She had a show tomorrow and she needed to plan her last minute touch ups and drafts

"I really should get back to work..." She breathed out softly, much to Adrien's dismay.

The blonde groaned, his grip not loosening from around her.

"I don't mean to be a bad influence and distract you but..." Adrien objected. "I think you should stay with me a bit longer..."

Marinette shivered at the feeling of his lips on her skin, but she remained adamant.

"Kitty..." She giggled. "You're just as stubborn as your alter ego." She gave him a quick kiss and pried herself away from him.
She sat at her desk, looking over her work. She felt a little bad for leavinf him behind, but as expected he followed her to her desk like a stray kitten.

"Marinette..." he whined, kneeling down and nuzzling into her lap. He rested his chin on her lap, looking up at her with pouty green eyes.

Marinette giggled and shook her head. "You are a whiny kitty." She teased, lightly running her fingers through his hair.

It wasn't long before they heard the click clocking of someone's heels approaching her door.
Before any of them could react, the very own Audrey Bourgeois barged into Marinette's office without a single knock.
  The charge was so startling, Adrien attempted to sit up, but instead banged his head on the underside of the desk.

Marinette gulped as her thoughts raced in an instant. She was sure that Audrey had seen the front cover. Marinette was worried that Audrey had come to end her career. With the possible imprint that Marinette was an out of control party animal, she couldn't allow her to see Adrien emerge from under her desk.
It was too compromising of a position.
  Immediately Marinette shoved the blonde completely under her desk and scooted her chair in. She gulped with a deep blush and folded her hands atop her desk as if she only banged her knee and not her husband's head.
Adrien curled underneath the desk, looking up at Marinette with a look of discontent and unamusment.

Marinette shrugged it off, she'd apologize later for it.

Audrey looked down at Marinette who was a nervous wreck.
Marinette's heart raced in her chest, bracing for her termination, and to face the embarassment of her husband witnessing the most demeaning moment of her life.

"I have another project for you." Audrey spoke, her intimidating glare burning holes through her skin.

Marinette widened her eyes, her hand slowly unfolding.
"A-A new project?" She stuttered in surprise.

So she wasn't getting fired?

Audrey nodded. "I'm adding a new model on to the show tomorrow evening. She just needs an outfit..."

Marinette scrambled on her desk, reaching for her notes and her sketch book, ready to write down what she needed.

"I hired you because I know you work well under pressure, and you already know my child, Chloe..."

Marinette hummed briefly, and began to sketch something immediately that she knew would fit Chloe. If she were honest, she'd prefer to just work with Luka. But if she had to she'd work with Chloe. She knew Chloe was still a brat, but something inside of her made her proud that her old class bully would be wearing clothes designed by her.

Adrien grinned under the desk, moving closer to her legs. The blonde playfully bit at the soft skin on her thighs, his fingertips moving up the back of her calves.

Marinette bit her lip, gripping on to her sketch pencil. She slowly pulled her leg away from him and kicked him, nudging him away from her legs.

Adrien gasped slightly, and then he moved away briefly.
Marinette took in a deep breath, trying to listen to Audrey's ideas and what she wanted to see her daughter in.

Gold.
Lots and lots of glitter and gold.

It wasn't long before Adrien began to play around again. His teeth lightly nipped at her legs, his hands running up her skin with a light touch of his  fingertips. The sensation sent a tingle up her legs. It was almost uncomfortable and itchy.

She was ticklish by her ankles, and he made sure to get those spots as well.
Marinette kept interchanging her legs. She gripped on to her pencil with frustration, as she kicked him again.
  He just wouldn't let up.
At this point Marinette had stopped listening to Audrey and began to move awkwardly at her desk, unbeknownst she was fighting with her husband underneath the desk.

Marinette hadn't notice that Audrey had stopped talking and that she was not glaring down at the blunette who seemed to have caused quite a distraction at her awkward and obnoxious moving.

"Is...there an issue?" Audrey asked, immediately pulling Marinette out of her focus on the escapades underneath her desk.

Marinette snapped her gaze up and blinked, Adrien froze underneath the desk and by God, she wanted to kick him again.
Her bag dropped to the floor and Tikki whimpered as she rolled inside of it with a loud thump.

"What? No!" Marinette blurted out. "I just have to pee really bad." She gulped nervously with a nervous chuckle.

Audrey simply looked down at her, not even responding to her excuse.

Marinette cleared her throat.
Perhaps that was a bit inappropriate.

"I...uh...I don't know why I said that..." Marinette gulped, inwardly screaming at herself. "I...don't even want people to know pee comes out of me..." She paused, sighed as she let out something else she didn't mean to say.

Why was she so awkward?

She heard a small snort under her desk, and she groaned, kicking him once more.

Audrey turned her head, keeping her arms crossed.
"Well then...as I said. I will be here tomorrow to have a look at your designs before the show."
Marinette stood up and nodded.

"Of course..." She agreed, watching as her boss turned and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.

Marinette sighed and she plopped back into her chair with a groan
Did she really say that?

She immediately glared down at her love as he slowly peaked his head out from underneath the surface of the desk.
  "I...uh...know You didn't want me to hear it but...I now kinda know that pee comes out of you." Adrien whispered, a small smile on his face.

Marinette felt her face blush up. She wasn't sure if it was from embarassment or complete frustration.

"You really are an insatiable and obnoxious kitty even without the mask..." the blunette crossed her arms, looking down at him.

Adrien pouted and moved closer, placing his face into her lap again.
"I can purr for you if you want..."

Marinette looked down at her kitty and sighed. She couldn't stay mad at him. Lately she couldn't. She reached down and ran her hand through his hair.

"Don't purr..." She smiled weakly. "But you heard, I have to get some things done before tomorrow morning. You can be my little cheerleader." Marinette murmured, slowly pulling away.

She walked to her closet where she kept the fabrics. She had a few glittery gold sheets she would be able to move.

Adrien hopped out from under the desk, picking up Marinette's bag and placing it on the desk.

"Gooo team!" Adrien chirped, jumping up slightly.

Marinette giggled, looking back at her kitty cat cheerleader.

Plagg groaned, slowly pulled his head out from Adrien's shirt pocket.

"I'm hungry..." he groaned, rubbing his eyes as he had just finished a nap.

Plagg could really sleep through anything.

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A/N: A small chapter so you guys know I'm still alive.
I'm sorry it took so long for an update, but my life has been filled with so much drama lately. It seems to be calming down a bit.
Thank you for sticking by me. I love you guys.