A/n: I am forever salty that Adrien was originally meant to walk with a crutch that turned into his baton as cat noir. But they ditched it because apparently  tv networks didn't think it'd appeal to audiences. I smell ableism. So y'all know imma work that into the story.

"Nathalie please, let me"

That was probably the 50th time Emilie had said that today. Nathalie was getting tired of it, she appreciated it of course. But damn, she can help out a little bit.

"Em, I'm fine. I've been making good progress" Nathalie smiled.

"I know... I'm just worried" Emilie replied.

They'd been cleaning the house while Adrien was at school. The usual mum things. Emile had been very careful with Nathalie since she'd been revived, she knew how horrible the peacock sickness was. She died from it after all. Nathalie was doing alright recently, and working with doctors to keep her health in check. Of course, they'd never be able to diagnose her with anything since they didn't know or need to know it was from a broken miraculous.

But doctors can still help with pain medication, something for her dizziness and chesty cough. Doctors had agreed that treatment similar to the like for vertigo would work best. So far, it'd been doing well. She wasn't as dizzy, her balance was relatively back and she didn't have as many headaches. But being chronically ill meant she'd have her bad days when it flared up.

"I still think getting a crutch would be a good idea, in fact I think Adrien should have gotten one as a kid too. How's his pain been?" Emilie asked.

When Adrien was little he'd always complain of sore legs with seemingly no cause for it, it worried Emilie buy Gabriel always brushed it off as kids just being kids and hurting themselves while playing.

"He hasn't complained about it as he's gotten older, but I do worry he is still sore but Gabriel's contact dismissal made him internalise it. All the sport and fighting as cat noir probably didn't help either..." Nathalie sighed.

Emile immediately got that mum worry she always got when Adrien hurt himself as a kid.

"Maybe we should talk to him about it. Perhaps he can come along to your next doctors appointment for a second opinion?" She said.

"I think so. And hey if he does need a crutch then he can match his mother. It'll make us seem more blood related if we're both always sore" Nathalie joked.

"That it will. Now seriously let me"

Emilie took the broom from Nathalie, insisting on sweeping for her so she didn't have to stand any longer. Nathalie just smiled and sighed, giving in. She could fold the laundry instead, didn't need to stand for that.

"By the way, remember how you wanted me to teach you my recipes?" Nathalie asked.

"Yeah?"

"I just had a thought the other day. Why don't we make a cookbook? That way you can learn them, Adrien will have something to refer to on days he's home alone and we'll never be able to say 'I don't know what to eat?"

"That's such a good idea! I'll decorate it and make it personal. And then we can pass it down though the generations" Emilie smiled.

Ah, that smile. Nathalie loved to see it. It was just like her to get exited about the idea of something family oriented.

"You always have loved your scrapbooking" Nathalie smiled back.

"It's fun to make things, and it's nice to make something personal and sentimental" Emilie replied.

"I'll write everything out and you can decorate, how about that? When it's done we can pick a recipe each night and I'll teach you the best ways to make it"

"I'd love that. Cooking with you is always fun"

Nathalie couldn't help but feel such comfort in those small domestic moments together. Simple things like cooking and cleaning, splitting the household cores. It was the life she wanted the moment she fell for Emilie. Emilie could feel her gaze lingering on her, and she turned to tilt her head at Nathalie.

"What?"

"Just admiring you" Nathalie smiled.

"Tch, you flatterer" Emilie replied.

"You're everything I've ever wanted Em, I can't help it"

The blonde softened her gaze and leaned down to place a kiss on her lovers lips. Of course Nathalie accepted the gesture and kissed back. Emile tucked the dyed strand behind Nathalie's ear and gave her a smile.

"You need to top up that dye soon, how about we dye together? I'll put a strand in my hair too" Emilie suggested.

"Am I really hearing this? Emilie Ghram de Vanilly is willing to put colour in her perfect blonde?" Nathalie teased.

It was no secret she look good care of her hair, blonde was hard to maintain and keep the pale shade. Most blondes tended to go a bit darker as they got older.

"It's just a strand not like I'll be dying my whole head. I wanna match you, it'll be cute" Emilie said.

"What colour?" Nathalie asked.

"Not sure, what'll suit me?"

Nathalie took a strand out from her plat to picture where the dye would go and thought about it for a moment. There were a lot of colours that would look nice on her.

"I think... purple. Your hair is almost platinum so the purple would stand out and be a nice cool tone" Nathalie suggested.

Emilie thought about it, she could see herself with a bit of purple. And hey, what made purple? Blue and red, Nathalie's hair.

"I like it. I'll get some dye for both of us next time we shop" Emilie said.

"Who's dying?"

They turned to face the familiar voice that had just walked in, home from school and clearly having kissed his boyfriend with the slight smudge of lip balm on his lips.

"Your mums gonna dye a streak like mine. In purple" Nathalie said.

"Ooh! That'll look so good! Can I dye my hair too? You two can match each other and I'll match Luka" Adrien asked.

"Sure, what colour?" Emilie replied.

"...hmm cat noir green duh"

Emilie walked over to her son, running her hands through his hair to check out its length. He'd been growing it, it was getting long.

"I think some green at the ends would suit you. You're really suiting the slightly longer look honey" she said.

"Thanks mum" Adrien smiled.

Nathalie watched them interact, heart full and happy. She loved seeing them together again, and she was so proud to call them her girlfriend and son.