Adrien's POV:

 Troy and I finished drinking something from two different cups. Troy looked as if he were in a daze when he finished his. It was like he was a bit off. "Troy, you okay, there buddy?" I asked. Troy remained still. I waved a hand in front of his face.

    Troy sneezed twice, coughed once, and sneezed again. His face started to change color, and he began to freak out. "Ah, help!" he screamed.

   I watched in sheer horror as Troy turned into an ogre. He was bright orange too.  He gulped. He hoped he would not turn into some odd creature as well. Soon, Troy vanished. 

      I was left standing there alone. He looked at Marinette, who sat in the chair with her hands over her eyes. He longed to pull her close and comfort her. How could he? He did not know her, and she did not know him.  

    The ceremony continues...

      Marinette's Grandpa grinned. He knew that the blonde was the one. He passed the test. 

         "Young man, come up here, and sit beside Marinette." He said.  I hesiasted, should he?

         Marinette looked up, "You better do as he says."  She did not look at Adrien as she spoke. I sighed but took the seat offered him.

         I did not know what I had gotten myself into.  I took the glass, taller than last, and sipped it. Then, the old man handed it to Marinette. She wept as she sipped from the same glass. I felt sorry for her.  More sorry, than I had been in a long time. I wanted to make her happy. How?

       I  could not even get her to look at me. The man said something I did not quite understand.  I  held one of the girl's hands and kissed her cheek. The elderly man seemed pleased.  Marinette tried to show no emotion but I sensed something troubled her.

      Narrarotor's POV:
   Adrien and Marinette were ordered to stand. They did. They took turns saying something that confused Adrien. Why did the words seem familiar? Where had he heard them before?

      Before he could ask, Marinette said something almost the same but included a few different words.  Then, he felt her slip something on his finger. It was the same color as his hair and he blushed at the contact. He looked at her finger and saw a ring on hers. What?  What did he do? Had he done, what he thought he had? Had he gone and married the beautiful, yet heartbroken girl?  

          Marinette's Grandfather smiled in approval. "Now, kiss her to finish, then she is all  yours, my boy."  He said.

          Adrien sighed. He better get this over with since he felt neither would enjoy it.  He lifted the small veil, and kissed her lips. He wished he could have tasted them longer since they fit so well with his. Wait, what? He pulled away. He felt the heat rise to his face in shame.

           The girl looked furious. Oh, boy, had he stolen her first kiss?  He knew it was his first one. Too bad, she had not returned it. Great, now he was married to a stranger who hated him.

                 Adrien's  POV:
     

              Marinette and I left, but unsure how to proceed I drove her to my small cottage. 

              "What did he mean by she is all yours?" I asked. Marinette refused to look at me as she answered, "He meant now that the arrangement is over, you can do with me as you please. It means I have to obey you in every way. I can't refuse." 

              I was shocked. I shook my head. "You are how old?" I asked. "Seventeen, almost, anyway, I am sixteen." She said.  "I will not take advantage of you. I am already seventeen, but I won't do anything if you don't wish it." I said.

           "You mean it?" She asked. "Yes, I mean it," I said.

        "Good in that case, I take the couch," She said. "The couch, don't be silly, you will share the same room as me." I said, "But I thought." She said. "I meant no sex unless you want it." "I still wish to have you sleep with me," I said. I saw her face turn red. 

          "I will wear pajamas," I said. She seemed relieved. 

         I fixed us something to eat. She ate little of it. I can't say I blame her. She was forced to marry me. Come to think of it, I had been forced into this too.  Why had her Grandfather done this to us, let alone to her?  It was clear she was scared. 

           I entered the shower without another word to her. What could I say? She was probably angry with me for not refusing to marry her. I must admit, I was still in shock about the whole thing. 

         I dried off and stepped into some clean underwear and pajamas. I was brushing my teeth when my wife entered the bathroom. "Uh, is there an extra toothbrush for me?" She asked.

           I held out the small package with spare toothbrushes inside to her. She smiled, removed the pink one, and put some toothpaste on it. I watched in amazement as she brushed her teeth.  I finished. I went to bed. 

          I heard humming as the shower started. I blushed at the thought of my beautiful wife naked in our shower. I  entered the bathroom, peeked at her, used the facilities, and returned to bed after washing my hands.

         I felt someone enter the bed beside me and noticed the fluffy pajamas she wore. Oh, so that is what was in the case she had with her.  I looked and saw they were hot pink. "Cute," I said louder than I intended. "Goodnight," She snapped. "Good night, Marinette," I whispered. I turned off the light. 

     I found I could not sleep. I heard her weeping. Great, I felt even worse than before about all this. "Marinette, darling, I am here," I whispered. I held her in my arms. At first, she tried to push me away, but soon, she relaxed in my arms. "Y-you are so strong." She muttered.  I smirked. 

      Good thing, she couldn't see my smile at her words. Maybe she would learn to love me. Wait, what?  I blushed at the thought. I kissed her lips once more. She muttered, "m-more."  "More, what?" I asked. "More kisses," She said. I was surprised but kissed her again. This time she licked my lips with her tongue before she kissed me.

          "I love you," I whispered. She pulled away. "Love you too, Luka." She said. She sighed and soon fell asleep. I sighed. She had called me Luka, not  Adrien, but Luka. Was that the boy she had given up when her grandfather made her marry me and vice versa?  

          Time skip!

      Two years later, Adrien and Marinette were still married. 

 Adrien's POV:

  I woke up next to my wife in agony. I love her.  I know she will never love me. 

     We have been married for two years. It has been that long since the day her Grandfather did the mock tests, and then forced me to marry her after a short engagement ceremony.  I no longer heard her cry out in her sleep.

   I  was glad she slept in the same bed as me. Yet, somehow it was like torture waiting for her to love me. I longed to make love to her, but I had promised not too unless she wanted it. I sighed. Why had I made that deal?  

     "Adrien," Marinette said. "Yes, dear?" I asked.

     "Today's our anniversary," She said.

    "I have not forgotten, darling," I said. I handed her some flowers.

   "Ooh, pretty flowers. I have not gotten you anything," She said.

     "That is quite alright, you don't owe me anything," I said.

     "But the wife is supposed to give her husband a gift on the anniversary," She pouted. "Is that so?" I asked. "Yes, it is so, but I haven't anything," She said.

          I smiled as she surprised me by grabbing me so that I fell on top of it. "Oops," She said.

          Marinette started kissing me. I kissed her. I felt her unfasten my shirt and gasped. What was she doing?

          For Mature audiences only...Lemon.

           Soon, I felt her slide off the shirt. I felt something touch my chest and realized she was not wearing her nightgown. What could it mean?

             "Kiss me," She muttered. I kissed her and touched her chest with my hands. I heard her moan.

            "More," She said. "M-more?" I muttered.

      "Yes, I want more of you," She said.

           I did as she asked.  I did everything I could to pleasure her and her me.

                  Before I knew it she was lying on top of me, and I gasped in shock. I pressed my lips into hers and she kissed me. I felt her press her tongue into my mouth. So hot, I thought.

          Soon, I felt satisfied as my wife made love to me for the first time since we were married two years ago. It was better than I could have thought. 

           I held her close. "You gave me sex, for our anniversary, best present ever!" I said.

  She laughed...

 The mature part is finished...

      The two of us showered and then got dressed. We had a nice breakfast.

  A few months later, we found out Marinette was having a baby. My baby.

        "I am going to be a dad, yes!" I shouted with joy.

     Nine months later...

    I took Marinette to the hospital, little Hugo was born, followed by his twin, Louis.

     I smirked. Nothing could be better. Marinette loved me, and the babies were our boys. Yes.

   A year later, Marinette and I went to her latest checkup and found out she was pregnant again, but with one baby.

      A few months later, Emma was born.

       "You know, you make me feel spoiled," I said.

    "How, so?" Marinette asked.

" Every year on our anniversary you give me yourself," I said.

   "Yes, so?" She teased. "So, I think you like me," I said. "Like you nothing, Adrien, darling,  I love you." She said.

       Adrien and Marinette lived happily ever after with their children, Hugo and Louis, the twins, Emma, her younger sisters, Leslie, Heather, and Jill, the triplets.  The triplets were the last set of babies Marinette gave birth to.

       Marinette's Grandfather is happy to hear that Adrienette is doing so well. He knew the man he picked for her, would make her happier than that Luka fellow ever could. He heard Luka married some girl named Zoe and they had Tom, Hank, Leon, and Beatrice.

      The end...

Until the next Miraculous short story,

bye-bye,

little owlets!

Summer out!