"Emilie?"

        "Sorry, Mr. Agreste, but she is not responding."

        I felt my heart break at the news. Sure, the crash was terrible. How was I to know it would ruin our happy life?

         "You can fix this, right? She and I have been married for six years."

         The nurse shook her head in pity as she exited the room.

        I sat by Emilie's bedside with tears in my eyes. I held her hand and spoke to her.

      "Emilie, I know you are unconscious, but please try to remember."

          I  was determined to help her regain her memories—every last one of them.

         Flashback to the past...

         It was senior year in high school, and I was on my way to the music room.

         My piano lesson was about to start. However, a girl collided with me, and I dropped my music sheets.

      "I am so sorry." 

      "It is o-okay."

     Since when did I have a stuttering problem?

         "I am  G-Gabriel A-Agreste."

         "Nice, to meet you, Gabriel, I am Emile Graham Devillany."

         "Say, you happen to know where the music room is?"

         I saw her smile at me with her hand on her hips.

         "Yes, I was on the way there when you crashed into me."  I blurted out.

          I stood up after we had cleaned up my music.

        Emilie followed me.

         "Mr. Bougerious, this is Emilie."

         "Ah, yes, the new piano student. I do hope you enjoy your experience at Francis Dupoint."

           "I already do, thanks to Gabriel here."

             I blushed at her response.

             Time seemed to go by fast as the days turned into weeks, which soon became months, then years.

          Emile and I had been going out since the day we met.

           I was so enthusiastic about the ring.

          I was a nervous wreck.  

          "Gabriel, It is so good to see you!"

         Emilie pulled me close. It was then I knew I was right she was the one for me. She always had been and always would be the one.

            "Emilie, there is something I need to ask you."

            She pulled away and I saw the look of horror in her eyes.

            Something was wrong, but what?

              I walked with her to class.

            Later, after college let out, I took her to the beach.

             I popped the question.

             "Yes, I will !"

            I slipped the ring on her finger.

            I kissed her and she kissed me back.

         "Emile Graham Vanilly, what do you think you are doing with that boy?"

         "Father, he is a man, not a boy."

         "Well?"

          "He is my fiance."

         "Surely, you are not serious.  We come from a well-to-do family."

           " I forbid you to marry this broke musician."

                 "Sir, I am only a part-time musician."

       "I work as a fashion designer for my company, Gabriel Industries." 

       "Fashion, ha!  Music and fashion will get you nowhere in life."

                I heard her father scoff. I never did earn his approval. 

           One year after our engagement, we got married.

            Mr. Bourgerious, our music teacher, attended with his wife, Audrey. His wife expected their first child, Chole.

          Six months after the wedding, we found out Emilie was pregnant.

          I was sad at the memory as she lost the baby. Later, she found out she was pregnant again. The second baby did not make it either. We adopted a son, Adrien, from the orphanage.

           Adrien and Chole are best friends. We had the Bougerious watch him while we went to Spain for our first anniversary. On the second-anniversary trip, we traveled to Shanghai.  On the third anniversary trip, we journeyed to Tibet. We discovered some odd jewels inside some rather old boxes.  The jewels turned out to be miraculous.

    After the trip, Emilie became ill.  We managed to travel to Japan for our fourth anniversary, and to London, for the fifth anniversary. Soon after this trip, Emilie discovered she was miraculously pregnant. She gave birth to an adorable baby, girl, Elise.  Elise died from a tragic illness at four months old.

     Emilie was never the same after Elise's death. Perhaps, that is why she did not wear her seatbelt on the day of the crash. 

     "Emilie, you hear me? It is me, Gabriel, your husband."

        I continued to tell her all about us.

        "Emilie, we have been together for six years. We have a son, Adrien. His nanny is Miss Nathalie Sanceour."

      "Sweetheart, I am sorry. I should not have been more sensitive to your feelings. I realize that now. Please, do wake up!"

          I squeezed her hand more. 

       "Emilie, do you remember when your father caught us together alone on the day of the senior prom?"

         I remembered it as if were yesterday.

         I  proceeded to tell her about the prom.

       "There was music, all kinds of food, punch, and dancing, but all  I could think about was you."

            I danced with you.  Afterward, we went outside for a bit of fresh air. Your father saw us together and shook his fist in the air.       

            This was only a week after our engagement.  I could tell he was not happy to see us together. I had a feeling he hoped you would change your mind about me. I was so glad you did not.

            I reached over and swept a loose hair from your face. Then, I did the most daring thing everyoukissed you right in front of your father.

        ...end of the flashback...

  Emilie fluttered her eyes.

      "Gabriel?"

    "Yes, it is me."

   " Gabriel, Is Adrien, alright?"

    "Yes, his nanny is watching him for us."

         I shook my head when she handed me the peacock miraculous.

         I heard her plead with me, "Promise me, you will try to bring Elise back to me."

          "Honey, it is dangerous."

          I took the miraculous. I had no attention to using it.

         Not yet, anyway.  Not when I just got my wife back.

      A week after she woke up, Emilie was released from the hospital.

      Adrien and I were thrilled.  At last, we were a family again.

        I shuddered at the memories. Now, it is all gone.

  Adrien is now a teenager, his mother is in a coma, and I do not know what to do.

   Elise never did come back. Emilie tried to wish her back, but nothing happened.

    I put the peacock miraculous in the safe along with the book.

     There, perhaps, Emilie's legacy can carry on somehow.

  I sobbed because I never thought I could lose her twice.

  The end...

until the next Miraculous one-shot story,

bye-bye, little owlets!

Summer out!