It was the end of class for the day as Marinette slung her backpack over her shoulder with a big smile on her face. She was going to hang out with Alya today to do the preparations for the fundraiser tomorrow, Saturday, where she would also get to see Adrien.

Just before students could file out the door, Mrs. Bustier called for their attention. "Just a reminder, class, don't forget to be here at ten in the morning, sharp, tomorrow."

Léa hastily crunched her papers in her bag and slapped her binders shut. "What's the rush?" Marinette asked.

"I have a new babysitting job and I have to be there right away and of course it's on the other side of Paris!" She rambled before making a beeline for the hallway.

"Good luck!" Marinette hollered over the loud chatters around the room.

Alya finally turned to her friend and gave her an apologetic smile. "I'm really sorry, Marinette, but something came up. I know I said I could help you and your parents for the bake sale, but a family matter just came up," she explained. As a certain blonde model was gathering his books, he couldn't help but overhear.

"What do you mean?" The designer asked, eyebrows wrinkling as her heart sank.

"My big sister is in town only for a few days and it's not often I get to see her...I know it's short notice but she surprised us. I'm sorry, girl, I promise I'll make it up to you."

Nino was listening in as well and cut in. "I didn't know you had a big sister, Alys!" The blogger nodded before turning back to her bff. "Yeah...sorry again." Marinette only nodded back. "I understand, don't worry about it. I'll manage," she sighed.

"Maybe I could help?"

Marinette perked at the voice and spun around to see Adrien waiting with his best pal, Nino. He noticed how her face immediately brightened at his offer, which made him glad that he could help. "That is, if you want me to-"

"Yes!"

Marinette became a little flustered at how desperate she may have sounded, but it only made her beloved crush chuckle. "I'd love that...er-I mean, it'd be great!"

"Great, my photo shoot is pretty short today, how about I drop by in an hour?"

She gave him a meek nod in response.

Nino looked up from his phone. "Hey, I can help too-" Alya bore a forbidding stare into his skull "-...if only my cat wasn't sick," he fibbed, eyes nervously darting away. Adrien raised an eyebrow.

"You don't have a cat?"

"Yeah, Nino, you don't have a cat," Alya reminded, her threatening stare fixed on him as if he were a chicken, and she, a fox. "Maybe I am going to get one," he muttered with gritted teeth.

"But you hate cats," Marinette pointed out.

"Yeah, Nino...you hate cats," the brunette repeated lowly, telepathically screaming at him for his sucky excuses. Her stare intensified. Nino broke into a cold sweat. He suddenly threw his hands in the air. "Look, dudes, I just got stuff to do!!" He exclaimed in a panic, then scrambled out of the room. Adrien and Marinette eyes met before they shared a look of confusion.

"What was that about?" Adrien asked.

Alya shrugged. "I'm not sure. I'll go ask him." She neatly folded her hands in front of her and calmly exited out the open doorway, leaving her friends the only two there.

"Um...uh, okay then," Marinette awkwardly said to break the silence. "I, uh, I'll-uh...I guess I'll see you later, huh?"

Adrien nodded with a bright beam. She felt her mind melt into a puddle of goo at his adorable smile and couldn't help but reflect it. "Yeah, I'll see ya," he confirmed, giving her a friendly wave after slinging his bag onto his shoulder. While he was walking towards the door, a lovesick Marinette was busy blowing him tons of kisses behind his back.

..........................

"So....uh, what next?"

Adrien nervously scratched the back of his neck in uncertainty as he stared at all the empty mixing bowls before him. An hour ago, this seemed like a pretty good idea, even fun, but now he wasn't so sure.

"Here's an apron so your clothes don't get soiled," Marinette said, handing him the white garment before slipping her own on. After fastening the string into a knot behind his back, the blonde couldn't help but lean seductively against the wall and strike a pose.

"How do I look?" He joked and shot her a charming smile without thinking. The young girl turned around and gaped at her crush, but she quickly recovered.

Like a dream....

His smile turned into an infamous smirk with an uncanny resemblance to her partner's.

"Why, thanks."

Marinette slapped her hands over her mouth.

Did I say that out loud?!?

"U-um....no....p-p-problem," she squeaked.

The second Adrien noticed her obvious discomfort, he internally smacked himself. He let his Chat Noir slip out a little too much and now he made one of his closest friends feel awkward. Marinette fiddled with the corner of the fabric of her apron as she averted his gaze. Adrien cleared his throat to break the brief silence. "So, uh, what are we starting with?"

Marinette snatched a cookbook lying on the counter and flipped it open to a recipe for them to bake. Adrien peered over her right shoulder at the picture displayed on the paper.

"Chocolate chip cookies?"

Marinette almost jumped when she became aware of his sudden proximity. She could nearly feel his soft breath tickle her neck. Her cheeks were stained pink as she let out a high pitched pterodactyl screech. Her crush stepped back, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Are you okay?" He asked, slightly concerned.

Squeezing her lips into a fine line, she violently nodded. "Y-yeah, just p-peachy," she stammered. "I just...uh, need some water! Would you like some??"

"...Sure?"

After giving herself a major scolding while filling them glasses of water, she handed him one and gulped hers down immediately. God, it's so hot in here I think I'm going to die--PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER MARINETTE YOU ARE LADYBUG IT WON'T KILL YOU TO SPEND AN AFTERNOON WITH A GUY- Adrien took a sip from his drink and adjusted his apron.

Oh my god he looks so hot in an apron Lord take me now--STOP it!! Okay, just pretend he's Chat Noir, yeah, your partner that you fight beside everyday, he is just your kitty right now!

Keeping her wide eyes fixed on him as he fussed with his white garment, Marinette sloshed the remaining bit of water into her mouth like a shot glass. She tried picturing cat ears and a belled collar on him along with a black leather mask. Her wild imagination turned his emerald green eyes into the bright, vivid cat ones she loved just as much, soon allowing her mind to produce a spitting image of her partner right before her own eyes. Adrien turned to her and gave her a charming smile.

"Feeling better now, Marinette?"

The poor girl choked on the last of her drink.

ᗰY ᗩᗪOᖇᗩᗷᒪE KITTY!!!!!

Seeing precious Adrien as her beloved Chat Noir...surprisingly, it was a little too easy to picture. And almost so real that it was scary.

The blonde rushed forward to hand her a napkin, which she gratefully accepted and coughed into. "Is everything alright?" He pressed, now seeming more worried than before. Marinette nodded again. "Yes! Yeah! Great! Oui oui! Everything is purrfect!"

Adrien stood there taken aback at that last part of her response. Maybe he was just hearing things, but he could've sworn that her emphasis on her last word was drawn out unusually long.

"Let's get cooking!" Marinette said, clapping her hands together. She scanned the massive metal bowl before them, then traced her finger along the French text in the cookbook. "Okay, the recipe calls for three cups of flour, but it only makes two to three dozen cookies. For the big fundraiser, we are going to need a lot more so we're going to triple everything. We need nine cups of flour instead," she instructed, forcing herself to be confident.

NINE cups of flour?? Adrien thought. That sounded like an awful lot of flour. Then again, what did he know about baking? Marinette sat a bag of flour in front of them. "No need to measure this part. It's conveniently the exact amount we need," she stated. "While you open this, I'll grab the sugar."

Adrien nodded as she opened a cupboard. "Okay, sounds good. Where are your parents? Are they joining us?" He inquired while his fingers tore open the bag's seal. If Marinette was going to need all the help she could get, wouldn't her mother and father be assisting her in the kitchen of the bakery? "Ah, no," she answered with a frown, stretching her arm up to the top shelf where the sugar was just out of her reach. "Maman has to work the register right now. But my papa, even though he promised to help, had to make some last minute errands."

She found it strange that both of her parents backed out as soon as she mentioned Adrien-

Oh. So that's why...

But she couldn't complain. She couldn't afford any more people embarrassing her in front of her crush. She was doing a marvelous job of that on her own.

"You need help with that?" Adrien offered. He noticed Marinette positioned on her tippy toes with her her arm still straining for the sugar. He held back a laugh at the cute pout of determination set on her face.

"Yes, please," she sighed, finally accepting that she was too short to reach it. Adrien walked over and retrieved the bag of sugar with no effort at all then handed it to her. "Mercí, Adrien." He smiled in response which didn't help Marinette's heart rate. When he went back to his station to pour the first ingredient in, she gasped and ran over.

"Wait-"

She was too late. The clueless boy abruptly tipped the bag upside down, sending a huge wave of flour into both of them as it collapsed into the mixing bowl all at once. Adrien stood there frozen with surprise for a moment. Marinette smudged some of the white powder off of her face. He snapped out of it when she sneezed.

"I'm so sorry!" He frantically apologized. "I didn't realize-here, let me help you with that!" Marinette stood there petrified as Adrien took a damp piece of cloth and began to gently wipe some of the flour from her face. Big blue orbs stared straight into his green ones that showed concentration while he cleansed some of the mess off. Why did he seem much more attractive with that deep look of focus on that handsome face of his?

Crap, now she couldn't stop picturing him as that punny black cat.

Well, at least he's not licking my face clean.

Her thoughts suddenly made her giggle. Adrien raised an eyebrow. Did he do something funny? Marinette eyed him from top to bottom. Patches of flour covered him all over and bits of his soft locks of hair held residue of the snow white powder, but she was sure that she looked no better. She then did what he least expected.

Marinette reached into the bowl and pinched some of the flour in between her fingers before flicking it into his face. She laughed at his expression when he flinched. Adrien crossed his eyes to look at the spot she left on the tip of his nose. The corner of his lips gradually formed into a smirk as his gaze veered to the bowl of flour.

Two can play that game.

It was not long before Sabine entered the kitchen to check on their progress, only to find her ship goofing off like children while throwing flour at each other. Mrs. Dupain Cheng's jaw dropped at the sight. The floor and counters were concealed with nothing but white, and it almost appeared that Stormy Weather created a snow storm in their house.

"Adrien, stop it! You already had your revenge!" Marinette laughed, ducking behind the kitchen island. Sabine gasped when an egg splatted on the wall next to her, gooey insides running from the cracks. Their laughter was cut off when they noticed the woman. Adrien slowly lowered his arm in shame.

Sabine stepped closer to study the two better. Her daughter and future son-in-law were patched all over with flour, egg whites, and some cookie dough.

"Oh dear. Marinette, how many batches of cookies had been made?" She calmly asked. Marinette bit her lip. "Um...we just put two dozen in the oven, maman."

"I see. It's nearly four o'clock, and you've been in here for almost an hour. Try to pick up the pace if you can," she sighed with a wry smile. "And please make sure you clean the mess up."

After she left, Adrien played with the string of his apron, head hanging low. "Is she upset?" He quietly asked. Marinette's eyes widened. "What? No, of course not! I mean, yeah, the kitchen is a mess, but so what? We can always clean it up," she brushed off. The blonde relaxed a little and nodded.

"We should probably get more cookies in the oven then," he suggested.

"Yeah, we should."

When they finished rolling all the dough into little balls, Marinette slipped on an oven mitt and removed the first few dozen of cookies from the oven. The overwhelmingly sweet smell of chocolate chip bliss wafting through the air was enough to make Adrien's mouth water. As much as he wanted a taste, he knew they were for the bake sale tomorrow.

"Here, would you like some?"

Adrien turned around to see Marinette holding out the bowl to him with two spoons in her other hand. He became confused. "I don't understand..." He said, trying to figure out what she meant. Her eyes grew big with shock. "Don't tell me you've never eaten cookie dough before!" She gasped.

The little cinnamon roll shook his head.

"What?? It's amazing! You must try it!" Marinette insisted. Adrien couldn't help but laugh a little at her enthusiasm. "Okay, I'll try it." He accepted the spoon she gave him before dipping it into a gooey chunk stuck to the inner walls of the bowl.

The dark haired girl watched with excitement as it entered into her love's mouth, waiting for his reaction.

I so wish I was that spoon...

A huge grin spread across his face as he savored every bit of the flavor. His eyes were squeezed shut and nothing but pleasure could be seen on him.

"Mmm, oh ma GAW, Marimeh! Fis ish sho good!" He exclaimed with a mouthful. She put a hand to her mouth as she giggled at his joy.

They finished their cookie dough leftovers in content before moving on to make donuts, pastries, brownies, and several other desserts. The brownies seemed much easier to Adrien and they had no trouble at all, but it was the macarons that got little tricky.

"Weren't you paying attention to my father's macaron cooking class a while back?" Marinette teased as she whisked the batter. Adrien hesitated as he tried to recall the memory. It was the same day he and Ladybug went against Rogercop. How could he forget the day he became an outlaw?

"No...unfortunately, I missed most of it," he admitted. "I was on the phone with Natalie when she informed me my father couldn't come to career day."

"Oh...I'm sorry, Adrien."

He sighed as he carefully poured muffin batter into little paper cups on a tray. "But don't worry," she quickly added. "I'll show you everything you need to know to became a professional." Marinette shot him a reassuring smile, making his slight frown change into a smirk. The blonde put on a set of oven mitts and opened an oven with his tray ready.

"Well, here goes muffin," he remarked while sliding them in.

The dark haired girl blinked a few times until a small giggle escaped from her. "Was that a bakery pun?"

"Donut try to stop me, Marinette." His smirk grew even bigger. He watched her try to hide her mouth to stop her laughs, but her giggling only escalated. He wondered how far he could take it before she became annoyed, and took this as a challenge.

After placing the macaron batter in the fridge to cool, Marinette began to gather all the tools she needed to frost cupcakes ready. "You know, this was pretty hard at the start, but you made it a piece of cake. I must say you're a pretty good roll model," Adrien continued, handing her a butter knife she was looking for.

Marinette attempted to hold back a laugh, but her deformed smile was quite evident. "Stop it," she said, sounding anything but serious. She deeply inhaled as she tried to focus on frosting the first cupcake.

"Would it make you feel butter-?"

"Chat Noir, stop it RIGHT-"

She cut herself off when she became aware off what she had done. Frosting flung off her knife from throwing her arms in the air. Adrien stood there stunned.

"D-did you just call me Chat Noir?"

"Um, no-I-I mean, yeah, but...sorry, it was an accident I just wasn't thinking," she frantically apologized. Adrien stared at his feet. "May I ask why I reminded you of him..?"

"Oh, nothing bad!" She promised. "Well...I mean, I'm kind of familiar with him. He saved me quite a few times now. Even though he's really silly and sweet, sometimes his punny cat jokes can be too much...you just kind of made me think of him, I guess."

"O-oh," he replied, ducking his head away. He tried to conceal the small blush on his face, which he wasn't sure why it was there in the first place. "What else is he like?" This time it was Marinette's turn to blush. Concentrating hard on her work of art, she kept smoothing on the frosting.

"There's a lot of things," she finally answered, being as vague as possible. After all, she wasn't supposed to know too much. "Chat is very...kind and compassionate." Adrien chuckled. "Of course he is, he's a superhero."

"No, but he doesn't do any of it for the fame or popularity. He really cares about this city and he would do anything to keep it safe, but what I admire most about him...is his loyalty to Ladybug. He's always there for her and they trust each other with their lives! I think she is very lucky to have a someone like him by her side."

The pink on Adrien's cheeks intensified to a mild red. She definitely had a high opinion of his alter ego and thought he and Ladybug worked well together. His next comment slipped out before he could stop himself.

"Do you ship them?"

The butter knife fell from her grasp and clattered against the countertop.

"W-what?"

"Do you ship them?" He repeated, this time forcing the words out. Adrien cluelessly studied her sudden flustered actions. Why was she getting so weird about this? "Oh, I-um, I-I don't really ship people outside of fictions like movies or books, well, I mean I ship Alya and Nino of course after all they are perfect for each other and she is my best friend so it's only natural for me to-"

Adrien raised his eyebrows a little at her rambling. Why did her thoughts about it even matter? He didn't know. Perhaps he wanted a second opinion. Marinette paused when she noticed her incessant babbling was going way off topic again. She sighed.

"Well...Ladybug and Chat Noir...they are...they are an amazing team," she began, anxiously twisting one of her earrings. Adrien looked at her expectantly as he leaned against the counter, waiting for her to continue.

"Hypothetically speaking though, if they were to ever date, I think...I guess they could be kind of cute together," she mumbled. Obviously pleased with his friend's answer, Adrien beamed as he dipped his finger in the bowl to scrape some icing off of the side. "So do I," he happily agreed, licking the icing from his forefinger. "Are you done frosting that cupcake?"

"Hm?" Marinette was snapped out of her daze. "No, why?" Adrien laughed lightly and nodded to the treat in her hand. "Because you caked that frosting on pretty thick." She widened her eyes at the cupcake in her hand layered with nearly two inches thick of pink frosting, realizing she was still on the first one. "Oh," she responded with hint of embarrassment, hastily scraping most of it off.

The pair spent the rest of that hour frosting, glazing, icing, and sprinkling everything, with the exception of the macarons and muffins still baking. Before they knew it, it was well past six. Adrien didn't know how hungry he was until it was close to dinner time. It didn't help that the hundreds of warm baked goods lying around were taunting him.

Adrien and Marinette made an efficient system where they worked back to back. Adrien insisted upon washing the dishes where Marinette ended up drying them while she wasn't gathering more dirty ones for him. The two worked in perfect sync until Adrien heard a soft hum from behind.

He paid no mind to it as he continued to scrub the nearly clean plate in his hands. Her perfect tune was calming, that is, before it became eerily familiar. He immediately froze. He'd know that song from anywhere.

The melody mimicked the exact lullaby he sang to Ladybug the night before.

Marinette jumped two feet high when a plate shattered loudly on the floor tiles. She spun around and found Adrien standing perfectly still. She tried to search for any sign of response from him, but she saw none, for he was facing the opposite direction at the sink.

It couldn't be...could it?

That lullaby was made up by his mother when he was a child, and he had shared it with no one else until yesterday.

"Adrien!"

He was pulled from his thoughts as he was called for the third time. "Are you alright?" Marinette asked, putting a hand on his shoulder. He shifted himself to where they were face to face. He was gazing down at her with an unreadable expression.

Bluebell eyes, hair as dark as night...could Marinette really be my lady..?

"I...I...y-yeah, I'm doing fine," he inhaled. She wasn't convinced. Why was he stuttering? That was her job! "Are you sure? You just broke a plate."

"I-what?" Adrien came to his senses and gaped when he saw what he had done. "Oh no! I'm truly sorry, La-Marinette! I'll buy you a new one, I promise! I didn't mean to-"

"No, no, it's alright, Adrien! It's a plate! We have many more!" She assured. "It was just an accident and my parents won't mind as long as you aren't hurt. Did you cut yourself??"

Marinette examined him closely, and to her relief, her precious love didn't have a single scratch. The blonde took a moment to gather his wits. He was so bewildered now that he didn't even know how to feel about anything. I can't think about this right now, he decided. Not with her here. Adrien made himself push his crazy thoughts out of his head and chose to save them for later. He would review everything tonight when he was alone.

"No, I'm fine," he confirmed, appreciating her concern. "I'll clean this up-" he stopped when the doors to the kitchen swung wide open. Tom and Sabine were both checking up on them and were very happy with their progress.

They seemed to overlook the chaotic mess their daughter had left with their future son-in-law everywhere and only saw the greater outcome.

"Wow, you kids sure have outdone yourselves!" Tom exclaimed, clearly impressed with their results. "You've both done an outstanding job. You seem quite experienced, Adrien. Where did you learn?"

Adrien smiled at Marinette, who blushed just as fast. "Only from the best, Mr. Dupain Cheng," he said, keeping his view fixed on the dark haired girl next to him. Her blush deepened even more so.

"W-what? Oh no, that was all you! You didn't have a single clue and now you're practically a pro! It takes a lot of skill to be that amazing-ly skilled!" She blurted, barely managing herself a decent save.

"Nah, I just had a good teacher. You have a very talented daughter, sir," Adrien told her dad.

"Oh, please, call us Tom and Sabine!"

"Yes, she is quite something," Sabine smiled. "You should come over more often, Adrien. We would love to have you again and I'm sure Marinette wouldn't mind at all."

Marinette was dangerously close to becoming a sputtering mess from all the compliments, especially the ones from her crush, and she didn't need anyone to see that. "Mamaaaan, we still have work to do!" She whined. Sabine swatted her hand. "Oh, nonsense! You two did lovely in here! Your father and I will take it from here. Don't worry about the mess. How about you two go play some games in your room?"

"I-"

"Are you sure? We can still help," Adrien said hesitantly. Sabine's beam only got bigger before she shared the same look with her husband. A look that seemed to say, he is definitely the one. "Oh, it's alright, dear. You both earned yourselves the rest of the evening off! Thank you again for helping Marinette out. That was very considerate of you."

"Anytime, Mrs-" Sabine gave him another smile. "Sabine," he corrected, smiling sheepishly. He wasn't used to referring to his elders by their first name. "Why don't you two run along now," she sweetly replied.

Marinette squeezed her lips together and nodded to the door, which Adrien took as a hint to follow her. When they arrived into her room, Marinette shut her trap door. She scanned her walls to make sure none of the posters up, which Tikki helped her take down earlier.

Adrien joined her at her desktop where she turned on the monitor, where the background had been changed to a bunch of black kitty cats.

"Oh, have you met my new kitten?" Marinette asked. "Well, she was new three months ago."

Yes, he thought. But she wasn't supposed to know that. He had only come across her kitty twice as Chat Noir, but that was still a while ago, and he hasn't even been in her room as Adrien since the Gamer incident.

Adrien shook his head. Marinette smiled and searched her room for her pet. "Cookie Dough!" She called. "Here, kitty, kitty!" The designer located her kitten under the chaise after crawling on her knees. Adrien met her at the chaise before they both took a seat.

"Her name is Cookie Dough. Chat Noir's idea," she said. The boy couldn't help but smile again. He scratched behind Cookie Dough's ears, who immediately hopped on his lap and purred in recognition. The calico kitty still recognized his scent even though he wasn't transformed.

After all, you can form a pretty special bond over a ball of purple yarn.

Marinette's jaw dropped at her cat's fondness of him. The kitten has been particularly picky about which of her friends touched her, and Chat Noir was the only one who she got along with, other than Marinette herself. "Wow, she really likes you! How did you do that?"

"I guess I have a way with cats?" He chuckled, then checked his phone. "I just got a message from my driver. He'll be picking me up in fifteen minutes. What do you want to do until then?" He informed, continuing to pet the kitten. Marinette shrugged. "Um, you're the guest. Whatever you'd like to do?"

The trap door opened unexpectedly, revealing Sabine with a plate of warm cookies. "Would you like snack?" She politely offered. Instead kicking her mom out like last time, Marinette looked to Adrien for an answer, who's face lit up brighter than the sun. "I think that's a yes, maman," she giggled while walking over to retrieve the plate.

Once her mother left, she sat down comfortably with her crush again. "I thought these were for the fundraiser?" He trailed off, wanting so desperately to dig into the platter of sweets before him. "No, I made sure to make us extra. Help yourself!"

The little cinnamon roll expressed a childish grin as he took a soft, chocolate chip cookie and ate a huge bite out of it. The chocolate melted on his tongue and it tasted even better than the dough. He didn't mean to scarf it down so fast, but he didn't care momentarily. His eyes met Marinette's again, silently asking for permission. She nodded to the plate, gesturing for him to take more.

As she nibbled to the last of her first cookie, Adrien had already finished his third and absentmindedly licked the melted chips from his fingertips. "Those were absolutely delicious, Marinette! Thanks!" He grinned. She giggled at the bits of chocolate at the corners of his lips.

"What?"

She pointed to her mouth, but put her hands over her face and continued to giggle. He looks even cuter with chocolate on his face!! "You have a little something there!" She laughed. Adrien realized what she meant then hurriedly smudged the cookie remnants off his lips, feeling a little flustered.

The trap door opened again. "Adrien, your ride is here to pick you up," Sabine interrupted. The blonde sighed as he stood up and looked at the time on his phone. The gorilla was seven minutes early. Oh, well. He was still grateful that he achieved spending over three hours with Marinette. Three hours? He didn't even think he's ever had that much time to spare with Nino before.

"Au revoir, Marinette. Thanks for everything," he bid farewell with a smile. "No, thank you!" She responded. "You helped me get a lot done, I could've never done it all without you!"

"No, problem. I don't know if I can make the fundraiser tomorrow, but I'll try. I'm surprised my father let me be out for so long today." Marinette got up from the chaise and snuck two more cookies to him. "For the road," she said, giving him a wink. Adrien's smile got the biggest she's ever seen yet as he accepted the treats before he did the unexpected. He pulled her into a hug.

She froze as she felt her heart stop, her face growing so hot she couldn't feel it anymore. Actually, she was pretty sure her entire body was numb. Sabine still watched from afar, holding the trap door over her head. She put a hand to her heart and smiled. "Aww," she softly cooed to herself.

"What's going on?" Tom whispered to his wife from the bottom of the ladder. "He's giving her a hug!" She quietly squealed.

Holy crap congratulations you just read a 5,207 word part. I originally wanted this to be my shortest chapter yet, which would have to be under 1100 words lmao I don't think that's ever gonna happen.

But I apologize for not writing for two weeks I totally lost track of time, I need to get back to my original schedule of publishing two parts a week. I also felt bad for not doing enough Adrienette lately so there's that reason of this chapter.

Stay tuned for the next part to see what happens at the fundraiser or whatever I'm gonna have in store for them next lol idek!

Feel free to vote & comment, hope you liked!😄 ~ Sapphire out