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5 Months~

It's a girl!

The fifth month of Alya's pregnancy was a time of vibrant change, marked by the fluttering kicks of the little girl growing inside her. The revelation of the baby's gender had been a moment of pure joy, wrapped in the warm embrace of family and friends.

Alya and Nino had gathered with Marinette and Adrien, and their family members for the gender reveal, a small, intimate affair filled with laughter and the scent of fresh pastries. When the pink confetti had burst into the air, Alya's eyes had sparkled with unshed tears. "It's a girl," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

Nino, his own eyes glistening, had pulled her close. "Our little princess," he'd said, his voice a mix of wonder and pride.

Marinette and Adrien, who were expecting a boy due next month, shared in their happiness, their own journey mirroring that of their friends. "Our children will be best friends," Marinette had said, her hand resting on her pronounced belly. "A boy and a girl, growing up together, sharing adventures." Nino added.

The couples had embraced, their bond strengthened by the shared experience of bringing new life into the world. They spoke of future playdates, of shared birthdays, and of the legacy they would leave through their children.

As the weeks passed, Alya's connection to her daughter grew stronger. She'd spend hours curating playlists of soft music and recording stories in her soothing voice, all for the baby. Nino, ever the doting father-to-be, would join in, singing lullabies and whispering tales of heroism and love.

Wayzz and Trixx, watched over the expectant mother with a tenderness that transcended their magical existence. Their presence always keeping the summer days calm and bright. They'd offer words of encouragement and share in the quiet moments of reflection that often found Alya gazing out over the cityscape, dreaming of the future.

Marinette, too, was a pillar of support, her own experiences providing a roadmap for Alya's journey. They'd discuss everything from maternity fashion to the nuances of prenatal yoga, their conversations a blend of practicality and whimsy.

As Alya's belly swelled with the promise of the life within, she found solace in the visits to Marinette's home. There, surrounded by the warmth of friendship and the laughter of their husbands, she felt a sense of completeness.

The fifth month was a celebration of life, of the little girl who would soon grace their lives with her presence. Alya and Nino, along with Marinette and Adrien, stood on the cusp of parenthood, their hearts full of hope and their lives about to change forever.

In the quiet of the evening, as Paris settled into a peaceful slumber, Alya and Nino would place their hands on her stomach and smile. "We're waiting for you, little one," she'd say. "Your family, your friends, and the whole world. You are loved beyond measure."

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6 Months~

As the leaves of Paris turned gold to welcome the expected autumn, Alya's sixth month of pregnancy coincided with a momentous event: the birth of Marinette and Adrien's son, Hugo Agreste. The arrival of the newest member of their 'extended' family was a joyous celebration, but it also brought a wave of anxiety for Alya as the reality of childbirth loomed closer.

Alya found herself grappling with a mix of emotions; excitement to meet her daughter intertwined with a fear of the unknown. Nino, sensing her trepidation, became her rock, offering words of comfort and assurance, putting his own fears aside. "You're the strongest person I know, Alya," he'd say, holding her hand. "And when the time comes, you'll be amazing."

Marinette, though tired, was radiant with motherhood. When Alya visited them in the hospital, she shared her experience. "It was intense and painful," she admitted, "but the moment I held Hugo, all the pain faded away. It's worth every second, and you'll feel it too."

Alya listened, her fears slowly being replaced by a sense of wonder. She watched as Adrien and Nino talked while Nino gently rocked his godson, his eyes soft with affection. "I can't wait to see you with our girl," she whispered.

A few days later, Adrien, shared his newfound routine and feelings with Nino. "It's all about being there," he said, cradling a week old Hugo in his arms. "Supporting Marinette through the birth was the most important role I've ever had."

With each passing day, the anticipation grew, but so did the confidence. Alya Lahiffe, soon-to-be mother, was ready to embrace the next chapter of her life, with Nino, her partner in every adventure, by her side. 

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7 Months~

In the soft glow of her bedroom, Alya sat quietly, the gentle hum of the city outside blending with the whispers of the night. Her seventh month of pregnancy had brought a profound sense of connection, not just with the little girl growing inside her, but with the world around her. Nino, her ever-supportive husband, had taken to reading bedtime stories to her belly, believing their daughter could hear the adventures of superheroes and the magic of fairy tales.

"Wayzz, Trixx, do you think she can hear us?" Nino asked one evening, his voice a mix of wonder and amusement as he looked at the two magical creatures perched on the windowsill.

"Of course, Nino," Trixx replied with a knowing smile. "Little ones have a way of understanding more than we think."

Wayzz nodded in agreement, "The bond between you three is already so strong. She's going to be a remarkable girl."

Alya's hands rested on her belly, feeling the gentle kicks that seemed to punctuate Trixx's words. "I can't wait to meet her," she whispered, her heart swelling with love and anticipation.

The journey hadn't been without its challenges, but Alya found strength in the support of her friends and the joy of becoming a godmother to Hugo, Adrien and Marinette's newborn son. She had  visited the little one whenever she could, cradling him in her arms and marveling at the miracle of life.

"He's so tiny, Nino," Alya had said, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears. "And in just a couple of months, we'll have our own little miracle."

Nino had wrapped an arm around her, sharing in the moment of awe. "He's going to have the best godmother in the world, and we will be the best parents." he had assured her, his voice thick with emotion. Alya smiled, turning her head and kissing Nino on the cheek "And you will be the best godfather and father in the world."

Few days later, as the afternoon sun streamed through the windows of the living room at Alya's house, Alya found herself sitting across from Marinette, who was busy sketching designs in her notebook. The air was filled with the sweet aroma of freshly baked pastries, a comforting backdrop to their conversation.

"Marinette, these designs are incredible," Alya said, peering over the sketches of baby clothes adorned with playful patterns. "You're going to make Hugo the most stylish baby in Paris."

Marinette looked up, her eyes twinkling with mirth. "Thanks, Alya. I want to make sure our kids grow up with a sense of style. Speaking of which, how's my future fashionista doing?" she asked, nodding towards Alya's belly.

"She's been kicking up a storm lately," Alya replied, her hand instinctively caressing her bump. "I think she's going to be a little dancer."

The two friends shared a laugh, the bond of impending motherhood drawing them even closer. Marinette reached out, placing her hand gently on Alya's stomach, feeling the movements from within.

"It's amazing, isn't it? Just a few weeks ago, we were holding Hugo in our arms, and now we're waiting for your little girl," Marinette said, her voice soft with wonder.

Alya nodded, her heart full of emotions. "I can't believe how fast time flies. But I'm so grateful to have you by my side through all of this, Mari. You're not just a friend; you're family."

Marinette squeezed Alya's hand, her smile warm and reassuring. "Always, Alya."

The two women sat in comfortable silence, each lost in thoughts of the future. They imagined their children playing together, the laughter and joy that would fill their homes. Then they looked at Hugo who was sleeping in his Bassinet near by and their hearts burst with love. It was a future bright with hope, painted with the colors of friendship and love.

"Promise me we'll do this often," Alya said, a playful glint in her eye. "Our little brainstorming sessions."

"With pastries and tea? How could I refuse?" Marinette replied, her laughter echoing in the cozy living room.

Now, as the night deepened, Alya thought about the future. She imagined Hugo and her daughter growing up together, playing and learning from each other. She pictured family gatherings filled with laughter and love, where the children's antics would be the highlight of every conversation.

"I'm going to teach her everything," Alya mused aloud. "How to be brave, how to stand up for what's right, and how to find joy in the little things."

Nino chuckled, "And I'll teach her how to dance and make the perfect pancake. Between the two of us, she's going to be unstoppable."

Alya smiled, her heart full. "She's going to be loved, that's for sure."

As the moon climbed higher in the sky, Alya and Nino shared dreams and plans for their daughter, each word weaving a tapestry of hope and excitement for the life they would soon welcome into the world. And in the quiet of the night, with Wayzz and Trixx watching over them, they felt the true magic of family—a bond unbreakable, a love immeasurable, and a future bright with promise.

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8 Months~

As the golden hues of autumn painted the city of Paris, Alya's eighth month of pregnancy brought a flurry of activity and emotions. The nursery, once a mere concept and an empty room, had blossomed into a reality under the loving hands of Alya, Nino, Wayzz and Trixx.

Nino, with his flair for design( which came after long discussionswith Marinette), had chosen a palette of serene yellows and oranges, creating a mural that depicted a Parisian skyline filled with superheroes. "It's perfect," he declared, stepping back to admire their work. "Our little girl will grow up knowing she can be her own hero."

Alya, her belly round and full, smiled at the thought. "She'll have the best role models," she agreed, her hand resting gently on the wall. "Right, Wayzz? Trixx?"

The two Kwamis nodded in unison, their tiny faces beaming with pride. "She will be brave and kind, just like her parents," Wayzz said, his voice a comforting whisper.

"And don't forget stylish!" Trixx added with a playful wink, causing Alya to laugh.

The laughter, however, was tinged with the nerves that naturally accompanied the approach of childbirth. Alya had been outside Marinette's delivery room during her labor just two months prior, witnessing the strength and vulnerability of bringing a new life into the world.

"I'm scared, Nino," Alya confessed one evening as they sat amidst a sea of stuffed animals and baby clothes. "Marinette made it look so easy, but what if—"

Nino took her hand, his own fears mirrored in his eyes. "We'll get through it together," he assured her. "Just like we always do."

Their conversations often drifted to their daughter, their hopes and dreams for her future. They spoke of the places they would show her, the books they would read, and the music they would dance to.

"But most of all," Alya said, her voice filled with a fierce love, "we'll teach her to be herself, no matter what."

The nights were long, filled with the quiet anticipation of their daughter's arrival. Alya would often wake to find Nino talking to her belly, telling their unborn child about the adventures that awaited her.

"Your mom and I can't wait to meet you," he'd say, his words a tender promise. "You're going to be so loved."

As the days ticked down, Alya's excitement grew. She imagined holding her daughter for the first time, the weight of her in her arms, the scent of her skin. She thought of Hugo, just a few weeks old, and the bond their children would share.

"It's going to be an adventure," she told Nino, her eyes shining with tears and joy.

"Yes," he agreed, his hand finding hers. "The greatest adventure of all."

And so, as the leaves fell and the world prepared for the slumber of winter, Alya and Nino readied themselves for the arrival of their little girl. With the support of Wayzz, Trixx, and the love that surrounded them, they stepped forward into the unknown, their hearts full of fear, excitement, and an overwhelming sense of love. They were ready to meet their daughter, to welcome her into their family, and to begin the journey of a lifetime.

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9 Months~

The ninth month of Alya's pregnancy journey was a crescendo of anticipation and love. The days seemed to stretch on endlessly, each one bringing her closer to the moment she would meet her daughter. Nino, ever the pillar of strength, had taken to playing soft melodies on his guitar, the notes floating through their home like a lullaby for both mother and child.

Wayzz and Trixx, hovered nearby, their presence a constant source of comfort. "You're doing wonderfull, Alya," Wayzz would say, his voice a soothing balm to her frayed nerves.

Trixx, with her boundless energy, would chime in, "Just a small wait now, and she'll be here in few !"

The support of her family and friends was unwavering, but it was the memory of Marinette's labor that lingered in Alya's mind. She had been there, holding her best friend's hand as she brought Hugo into the world. Now, as her own time approached, Alya couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and fear.

"It's going to be okay," Nino reassured her, sensing her tension. "We're in this together, remember?"

Alya nodded, drawing strength from his words. "Together," she echoed.

7th October

The hospital corridors buzzed with frantic energy. Alya clutched Nino's arm. Nino, in turn, clutched the hospital bag like it held the secret to eternal life. Marinette and Adrien hot on their heels, leaving Hugo with Alya's parents. Dr. Alexandra Martin, the obstetrician, raised an eyebrow at their chaotic entrance.

"Mr. Lahiffe," Dr. Martin said, her voice as calm as a cucumber sandwich, "I assure you, childbirth is a natural process. Nothing to worry about."

Nino gulped. "Natural? Doc, I've seen less chaotic tornadoes!"

Alya shot him a look that could melt steel. "Nino, focus! I need you to breathe with me. Inhale... exhale... wait I should be the one to do it..." Before letting out a loud scream. As Adrien and Marinette waited with baited breath outside in the Waiting area with Alya's family and Nino's brother. While Hugo was sleeping in his bassinet.

Inside the Delivery room, Dr. Martin adjusted her glasses. "Let's get this show on the road. Alya, push!"

Alya pushed, and the room erupted in pandemonium. Nino fumbled with the camera, capturing Alya's determined expression mixed with pain. "You're doing great, babe! Just like a superhero!"

Alya glared. "Superhero? Nino, this is more like a marathon through a minefield!"

Nurse Raincomprix, handed Alya a stress ball. "Squeeze this, Alya. It helps."

Alya squeezed so hard, the stress ball exploded. "Oops. Sorry. Is that normal?"

Dr. Martin chuckled. "Perfectly normal. Now, let's give you an epidural."

Nino's eyes widened. "Epidural? Isn't that a dinosaur?"

Alya groaned. "Nino, it's pain relief!"

A sound of crash echoed through the room.

Nino Lahiffe had fainted.

The sound echoed outside and soon-

Adrien burst into the room, worried. "What's happening? Why is Nino on the floor?"

Dr. Martin gestured to the unconscious Nino. "He's out. You're in." She gestured for Marinette to come inside, as Adrien dragged Nino outside.

Marinette took Nino's spot, holding Alya's hand. "I've got you, Alya."

"I hope so." Alya grunted.

"You're doing amazing, Al," Marinette whispered, her hand gripping Alya's. "She's almost here."

And then, with a final push, the room was filled with the sound of a newborn's cry. 

"And we have a Princess here." Dr. Martin announced before quickly cutting the umbical cord and taking the newborn girl for some quick tests before skin to skin.

As soon as Nino heard the newborn baby's cry he got up and rushed inside the delivery room again muttering apologies for fainting.

Alya and Nino's daughter was placed in Alya's arms, and the world seemed to stand still. She was perfect, from her tiny fingers to her soft, brown hair.

 Nino leaned in, his eyes brimming with tears. "She's beautiful," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "Just like her mother."

Alya looked up at him, her heart overflowing. "We did it," she said, a smile breaking through the exhaustion. "We're a family."

After some procedures, Alya was taken to her ward, where people could come and visit her and the baby.

"She is beautiful, Alya" Marinette said holding her god-daughter in her arms "A perfect mixture of both of you."

"Look who is awake." Adrien said, entering with a wide awake Hugo in his arms.

Hugo's attention immediately went on a bundle in his mother's arms.

"Give my godson to me, Sunshine." Alya said as she took her daughter from Marinette.

"What is her name, Al?" Adrien asked giving Hugo to her.

Alya smiled, exchanging a glance and nod with Nino, "Piper Lyra Lahiffe." Nino announced proudly.

 Hugo, for his part, cooed and squealed, his tiny hand brushing against the baby girl's cheek. It was a moment of pure innocence, observed by the proud parents. Alya pulled Hugo closer to her and whispered to him, "Hugo, this is Piper, your job from now on is to protect her okay?" Alya said softly to her godson, half joking as she laid there exhausted. 

Unknowingly she'd set a path for the two.

Alya watched these interactions, her heart swelling with love. She had been there for Hugo's arrival, and now Marinette and Adrien were here for hers. It was a circle of life, a shared experience that bonded them even closer.

As she held Piper, Alya felt a peace she had never known. The fears and uncertainties of childbirth had faded away, replaced by an all-consuming love for the tiny human in her arms.

Few days later Alya and Nino arrived at their home.

As they laid a sleeping Piper down in her crib, Nino said, "She's going to be amazing," His gaze fixed on his daughter.

"Yes," Alya agreed, her eyes never leaving the baby's face. "She already is."

In the quiet of the nursery, with Wayzz and Trixx watching over them, Alya and Nino began their journey as parents. It was a journey filled with unknowns, but they were ready. They had each other, their friends, and their families. And most importantly, they had their daughter, the newest light in their lives.

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A/N: How was it? Let me know!