A/N: I am backkk with a new two shot.

This time, Alya and Nino experience pregnancy.

Note that: 

○ Alya and Nino got married before Adrien and Marinette.

○ This is starts when Marinette is almost finished with her first trimester.

○ To read about Marinette's pregnancy journey, read Bump Diaries. ( Link in the Comments 👉🏻 )

○ Lastly, do show your love to this book, by voting, leaving comments, and sharing the love, it keeps me motivated to write more.

Happy Reading!

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First Month~

Alya's heart raced as the two pink lines slowly appeared on the pregnancy test. She blinked, disbelieving, then a wide smile spread across her face. "I'm pregnant," she whispered to herself, her voice a mix of awe and excitement.

She couldn't wait to tell Nino, they got married almost a year ago, but were waiting for the right time to start a family. Focusing on their careers a bit more, while Alya was a famous Reporter, Nino was quickly gaining fame in the world of movies as the up and coming director. No matter how bust they were they always made time for eachother.

'Looks like this is the right time.' She mused smiling to herself.

She wanted this moment to be special. Alya knew that the kwamis, Wayzz and Trixx, would be thrilled to help. They had become like family to her and Nino, since Marinette decided to distribute the Miraculouses among the holders, they were always there with a listening ear or a word of advice.

"Trixx, I need your creativity," Alya said, holding the test behind her back as the fox Kwami fluttered into view.

"Ooh, a surprise for DJ Speil-berg?" Trixx's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Count me in!"

Together, they crafted a plan. Since, their one year wedding anniversary was coming in three days, Alya and Trixx created a scavenger hunt with clues leading Nino to various places significant to their relationship that were, the Zoo, Pont des Arts, their Highschool, and the final clue would lead him back home, where she would share the news.

On their Anniversary, Nino followed the trail, his curiosity piqued. Each clue was more intriguing than the last, and he couldn't help but feel that something big was awaiting him at the end.

When he finally arrived home, Alya was waiting, a nervous smile on her face. "What's all this about, babe?" Nino asked, his voice filled with laughter and confusion.

Alya took a deep breath. "Nino, we've been on so many adventures together,  both as heroes and ourselves, faced countless challenges... and now, we're about to embark on the biggest adventure of our lives." She handed him the final clue, a small box wrapped in blue and pink ribbons.

Nino opened it slowly, his eyes widening as he saw the pregnancy test. "Are you serious?" he gasped, looking up at Alya.

"Yes," she said, tears of joy in her eyes. "We're going to be parents."

Nino swept her into his arms, spinning her around. "This is the best news ever!" he exclaimed. "I love you so much, Alya. We're going to have a baby!"

Wayzz, who had been watching from a distance with Trixx, smiled warmly. "The circle of life continues. You two will make wonderful parents."

As the weeks passed, Alya's first month of pregnancy was filled with love and support from Nino and the Kwamis. Trixx would often accompany her to doctor's appointments, offering silent comfort and encouragement, while Wayzz provided Nino with wisdom on how to be a supportive partner.

One evening, as they sat together on the couch, Nino resting his hand on Alya's still somewhat flat belly, she said, "I can't believe how much our lives are about to change."

Nino kissed her forehead. "It's going to be amazing. And we're not alone. We have each other, and we have Wayzz and Trixx."

Alya nodded, feeling a surge of gratitude for her husband and their kwamis. "We're a team," she said. "And this baby is going to be loved by so many."

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2 Months~

As Alya entered her second month of pregnancy, her morning sickness worsened, she was most of the time, leaning over the toilet vomiting. She knew it was because of the baby and was willing to sacrifice her body for the development of her child. Nino was always by her side, holding her hair up, patting gently on her back and whispering sweetnothings in her ears.

The bond between the two couple-best friends, Alya and Nino, Marinette and Adrien, grew even stronger. The couple recently found out that they were having a boy. Marinette, now five months pregnant, shared her experiences in the first trimester with Alya, offering advice and comfort as they both navigated the new changes in their lives.

One sunny afternoon, Alya and Marinette sat in the park, watching Adrien and Nino play with Ivan and Mylene's three year old son, James nearby, he was in trusted in their care while Ivan and Mylene were out on a romantic date for the day. "How are you feeling today?" Marinette asked, her hand resting protectively over her own belly.

Alya smiled, a gentle hand on her abdomen. "A little tired, but excited. Nino's been amazing, and the kwamis... they're like our personal cheerleaders."

Marinette laughed. "I know what you mean. Tikki and Plagg have been so supportive. Adrien and I couldn't have done this without them and of course our parents."

The conversation turned to baby names, nursery themes, and all the hopes they had for their children. They spoke of the world they wanted to create for them, one filled with love, laughter, and the magic of their unique families.

Later that evening, the four friends gathered for dinner at Marinette's home. The table was lively with chatter and the clinking of dishes. "To our growing families," Adrien toasted, raising his glass of Orange Juice and holding Marinette close to him.

"And to the little heroes we're about to bring into the world," Nino added, his eyes twinkling with joy.

The kwamis, somewhere near but having their own talks, whispered among themselves, their voices filled with warmth. "They're going to be great parents," Wayzz said with certainty sipping his tea, while Trixx ate grape.

Tikki nodded in agreement nibbling on her cookies as Plagg ate another slice of Camembert. "And we'll be right here to help them every step of the way."

As the night drew to a close, Alya and Marinette stood on the balcony, looking up at the stars. "Our children will be best friends, just like us," Marinette said, her voice soft with emotion.

Alya squeezed her hand. "They'll have their own adventures, make their own memories. And we'll be there to guide them, just like our parents and kwamis have guided us."

The two women hugged, their friendship a strong foundation for the new lives they were about to welcome. The future was uncertain, but one thing was clear: their journey as mothers would be filled with the same courage and love that had defined their lives as heroes.

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3 Months~

As the third month of Alya's pregnancy unfolded, the world around her seemed to take on a new hue. The days were longer, the air sweeter, and every little moment felt magnified with significance. She often found herself lost in thought, her hand absentmindedly caressing her growing belly, where her baby was slowly taking shape.

Alya's journalistic instincts hadn't dimmed; if anything, they had sharpened. She began documenting her journey, not just for herself, but for her child to read one day. She wrote of her hopes and dreams, her fears and uncertainties, and the boundless love she already felt.

Nino watched his wife with a sense of awe. "You're going to be the best mom," he said one evening as they prepared dinner together.

Alya looked up from chopping vegetables, a soft smile playing on her lips. "And you'll be the best dad. But I'm not doing this alone, Nino. We're a team, remember?"

Nino wrapped his arms around her, planting a kiss on her forehead. "Always," he replied.

 Wayzz and Trixx, had become even more protective of Alya. They fluttered around her, offering bits of wisdom and comfort. "You carry the future," Wayzz would say to Alya solemnly, his voice a gentle hum.

Trixx, ever the playful and mischievous spirit, would often make Alya laugh with her antics. "Laughter is good for the baby," she'd say, winking,  pulling Alya into light and calm mood.

One afternoon, as Alya sat in the park, reading a book, when a gentle breeze stirred the leaves around her. She felt a sudden connection to the world, to the life growing inside her, and to the generations that had come before.

"Hey there, little one," she whispered, touching her belly. "You're going to have the whole world at your fingertips."

She felt as if the baby responded by lightly kicking her, in agreement, and Alya's heart swelled with emotion. She imagined teaching her child to be brave, kind, and curious, to stand up for what's right, and to find joy in the small things.

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4 Months~

In the heart of Paris, as the air carried warmth of summer, Alya Césaire embraced the fourth month of her pregnancy with a joyous heart. The journey had been a tapestry of emotions, woven with threads of anticipation, love, and the now occasional bout of morning sickness that Nino, had learned to alleviate with ginger tea and his soothing playlists.

She had no weird food cravings like Marinette but some times, she liked eating pickles with chocolate syrup and tomato ketchup. (During such moments Nino would go to the bathroom and vomit his guts out, but support Alya nonetheless.)

Wayzz and Trixx, continued to offer love and support to their chosens, their magical presence a comforting whisper in the background of their daily lives. Wayzz, with his serene wisdom, would often remind Nino of the importance of patience and understanding. "Pregnancy is a marathon, not a sprint," he'd tell Nino, his voice a gentle breeze in the chaos of emotions.

Nino, for his part, had transformed into the epitome of a supportive partner. He'd read every book, attended every class, and listened to every piece of advice Wayzz and Trixx offered. "We're in this together, Alya," he'd say, his hand resting gently on her growing belly. "You, me, and our little miracle."

Alya and Marinette's visits to each others house had become a cherished ritual. The two friends would share stories of their pregnancies, their fears, and their dreams. Marinette, now in the bloom of her seventh month with a baby boy, was a wellspring of support and wisdom. 

"It's all about balance," she said one day, as they sipped herbal tea in the cozy confines of her living room.

On other such visit, she'd arrived at Marinette's to find the house filled with the scent of freshly baked madeleines. "For the cravings," Marinette had said with a wink.

As they settled into the comfortable cushions, Alya couldn't help but express her gratitude. "I don't know what I'd do without you, Marinette. You've been my rock."

Marinette had smiled, her hand instinctively cradling her own bump. "That's what friends are for. And think, our kids will grow up together, best friends just like us."

The conversation drifted to the future, to the kind of parents they hoped to be, to the adventures their children would have. "They'll be heroes in their own right," Alya had mused, her eyes alight with the possibilities.

As the afternoon waned, Adrien and Nino joined them, bringing laughter and a sense of completeness to the gathering. The men shared their own journey, their hopes, and the protective instincts that had already taken root.

The day ended with promises to support each other, to be there for the late-night calls and the early-morning worries. They were a team, bound by friendship and the shared miracle of life.

Back home, as Alya lay in bed, Nino's arm wrapped protectively around her, she felt a profound sense of peace. Trixx and Wayzz watched over them, their silent vigil a testament to the life they were nurturing.

"We're going to be okay," Nino whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Alya turned to face him, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "More than okay," she replied. "We're going to be Miraculous."

And in the quiet of their room, with the Parisian night wrapping around them like a promise, Alya and Nino dreamed of the future, of their child, and the love that would guide them through the unknown. It was a beautiful, tender moment, a snapshot of life at its most raw and wonderful.

In the fourth month of her pregnancy, Alya found strength in the love of her husband, the wisdom of the Kwamis, and the unwavering support of her best friend. Together, they were building a legacy, one heartbeat at a time. 

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I would post the remaining in the next chapter. 

How was it btw?

I am focusing more on the psychological and emotional point of view of a pregnancy, since I mostly explained the incidents in the Bump Diaries. I hope I am able to capture it.

See for the next one!