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The final chapter!

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Marinette's P.O.V

The class clapped as Juleka shyly returned to her seat.

It's been a few days since Mallorie was deakumatized and a lot has happened since then. I'm honestly surprised I managed to finish my family project on time (even though we were given a month to do it).

Although, many things happened from after receiving this project to presenting it. Last night, I redid a lot of the question Miss Bustier gave us in the middle of the project because my answer didn't sound right anymore. Not when I have a new perspective.

"You did a wonderful job on your family project, Juleka," Miss Bustier complimented, marking down Juleka's grade on a clipboard, "Alright, Marinette. You're up next."

I grabbed my papers and headed up to the front of the classroom. I stood in front of everyone, scanning them for a moment.

Adrien's seat was empty. It has been for two days which isn't much of a surprise.

Then, I spotted Mallorie sitting in the back where Lila used to sit. She seemed to be paying more attention to whatever she was fiddling with in her hands than to the presentations.

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A week ago...

I grabbed ahold of Mallorie when the entire sphere and panel disappeared, leaving us dangling in the middle of the Eiffel Tower. I began to lower us down until we safely returned to the ground.

   The sun had just begun to rise from the horizon, marking the end of darkness that engulfed Paris. Citizens, who had been struck by Mallorie's power, were looking around in confusion about what had just happened before continuing with their day.

   "Bye bye little butterfly," I said, releasing the innocent insect. It fluttered away into the sky. I returned my attention to Mallorie, standing beside me with her arms wrapping around herself. She had mixed emotions etching her features, seeming unsure about everything that had gone down.

   I reached out to comfort her but my miraculous started to signal my last remaining minute.

"Stay here! I'll be right back," I quickly told her before racing off to detransform in the closest spot I can find. I found a pretty secluded alleyway seconds before my transformation dropped. I caught Tikki once she began to reform and fall from exhaustion.

"Tikki, are you okay?" I asked, pulling out a macaron from my purse. She gave me a weak smile, gladly taking the offered sweet.

"I'm just really tired," she explained, letting out a yawn. I wouldn't blame her for being worn out. It was a long night, even I can feel my adrenaline start to waver and a sluggish feeling starting to creep over me.

But I have to stay awake.

There is much that needs to be discussed when we find dad.

   "Get some rest," I said, placing the Kwami into my purse, "I've still got some work to do."

   I speedily returned, somewhat surprised to see Mallorie hadn't moved. She was now sitting on the ground with her knees tucked to her chest and a dull gaze staring out into the distance. I carefully approached her, not sure what was going through her head at the moment.

   Yet, I had to take my chance to get close.

   "Uh...Mallorie?" I called out for her. My twin glanced at me with a monotonous expression. I frowned before letting a soft, genuine smile adorn my lips.

   "I'm really glad you're okay," I said, relieved.

   I watched for a split moment as her face morphed into one of shock before turning her head. I took this as an invitation to sit next to her. We sat in silence, watching the bustling city continue even after the chaos.

   "I don't understand..."

   I locked onto Mallorie's figure with curiosity swimming in my mind.

   "Huh?" I asked, urging her to continue. My twin pursed her lips before finally facing me again.

   "I don't understand how you don't hate me...after everything I did to you," she explained before letting out a non-joyous chuckle, "Unless you were lying to me just to save your precious city-"

   "Stop it, Mallorie," I cut her off, earning her undivided attention again, "I think you already know that isn't true. Yes, this city is my home. But it wouldn't be home without my friends and family. You are a part of my family, and I don't mean just by blood either if that's what you're thinking."

   Mallorie didn't respond. Instead, we continued to watch the scenery in tranquillity.

   "Marinette! Mallorie!"

   The both of us looked toward the person who called our names. We saw dad practically huffing for air, running over to us with relief washed over him.

   My eyes widened and my breath shook a bit at the sight of him alive. I stood up on shaky feet before stumbling toward him in stunned disbelief. I don't know why I am in shock at the sight of him being okay but I am.

  Almost losing someone else I loved really took a toll on my mental stability. It was heart-wrenching. I nearly broke on the spot but kept as cool as possible to save everyone.

   Seeing him well now must have knocked reality back into place within me. He really is alright. Papa is going to be okay.

   "Papa," I whimpered out happily, meeting him in the middle. He scooped me into a tight embrace and I returned it, never wanting to let him go.

   "I'm so glad you're both okay," he said in a soft voice. Nearly a minute later, his hold on me began to loosen. I wondered why until realizing he was looking over at Mallorie. I removed myself from his arms and stepped aside.

   He ruffled my hair a bit before acknowledging Mallorie. Papa walked over to my twin, who avoided looking over at us.

   "Mallorie..." dad spoke. Yet, Mallorie didn't look at him and kept staring in a different direction. Papa didn't have to say anything and knelt near her.

   He pulled her into his chest and hugged her close.

   "...I'm so sorry, sweetheart...for everything," he spoke in a quiet voice. I could hear the deep remorse in his tone. The way it was eating him up made me wonder why he kept the truth from us—from me—in the first place.

   I couldn't see Mallorie's reaction, most of her face obscured in papa's shirt. She didn't seem responsive at all, which I wasn't expecting one. Mallorie is a very prideful person, who rarely shows weakness. I'm astonished she showed me any vulnerability.

   I suppose it takes a strong soul to reveal even the darkest parts of themself. Maybe, Mallorie didn't hate me as much as she thought she did, or else, she wouldn't have shown me her weak points. It could've been a secret cry for help.

Mallorie has many shadows that follow her around but I'm glad she's brave enough to show them. I'm glad she has shadows and is not completely covered by darkness.

If you don't have any shadows then you're not standing in the light.

   There is still a light in Mallorie. A small flicker like a candle still burning but close to nearly being put out.

   It takes people who care deeply for you to keep that light lit—the flame the heart and the wax the love.

   I hope Mallorie will let us keep her candle secure and burning.

   Papa turned to me with a tear-stained face and held out his hand. I grabbed it and let him guide me to join the hug too.

   "I should've told you both what happened," he regretfully stated, "but I'm going to make things right. Once we get home, I'll explain everything."

   "Why didn't you tell us?" Mallorie asked with halfhearted spite. Honestly, I don't blame her for being upset with dad for keeping this a secret. I am too but not as much anymore. There is another part of me who understands his reasonings too.

   "I didn't think you would believe me since you had a grudge and didn't trust us," he explained to Mallorie before turning to me, "I wanted to so desperately tell you but there was a reason we kept this secret from you."

   "We?" I questioned.

   "Your mother and I," he answered before his stare lingered down at the stone-like ground, "Then...she passed away and...it didn't seem fitting to tell you just yet. Although, I didn't know when a good time would've been."

   I'm confused why they both kept this from me but I'm sure there's an explanation. He seemed to notice my confusion and released us.

   "Come on, let's go so I can tell you everything. It'll make more sense if I tell you the whole story," he said, offering Mallorie a hand. My twin eyed it hesitantly, looking from it to papa's reassuring face. Gingerly, she grasped his large hand and was helped up onto her feet.

   We soon began to make our trek home.

   I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket halfway back to the bakery and checked the message. My eyes widened a little when seeing both Adrien's and Alya's names pop up.

   "Can we meet up later at the Eiffel Tower?" Adrien had texted.

   "We need to talk whenever you are free," Alya texted.

   I quickly replied to both of them, accepting their requests. I need to have a word with both of them too. We need to get things figured out sooner than later. I've seen what things that are held off can lead to. I won't risk that chance again.

   Once we arrived at the bakery, papa closed the shop for today. The three of us made our way upstairs. My brain has been continuously itching, wanting to know the full story. While I do know some of it from the article, there are still some things that the article didn't have answers for.

   Papa joined us on the couch after setting out some snacks and cups of water. Neither I nor Mallorie reached out for anything, not really wanting the breakfast. Yet, we didn't say anything as he prepared it to give him time to think of how he was going to tell us.

We stayed silent, impatiently waiting for the answers we've wanted since Mallorie arrived.

    "At the time, your mother and I were visiting China. We were planning on returning to Paris but you two decided to come much earlier than expected. So, we stayed and your mother gave birth to you in a nearby hospital," dad continued to tell us the story, "You were both born pretty early so the doctors wanted to keep an eye on you overnight."

   Papa's face scrunched up into one of anger, clenching his hand into a tight fist. My stomach is churning, knowing what he is going to say next. It breaks my heart knowing they had to go through this mess, especially with their very first children.

   "We didn't know about what was all going on in China. But apparently, babies had tended to go missing from the hospitals. There was a group of doctors, who stole the infants and sold them all over the world for money," Papa darkly told us.

His anger melted away into sorrow, "That's what happened to you, Mallorie. You were stolen from right out of the nursery during the nighttime."

I already knew about this but it still paralyzes me. To think, some people are greedy enough to take a newborn away from their family and sold like animals in an auction.

It's despicable and inhumane. How low has this world become where human beings are merchandise for the actual dirty creatures? Aside from liars, I also hate greedy swine.

My gaze landed on my sister. A look of incredulity is plastered on her face. Many different emotions flew across her bewildered eyes. The silver-gazed teen's skin paled to a ghostly white. Her hands gripped her pants to not show they were trembling.

   An inner twister turned from one inner conflict to the next and rapidly circled in her head. This struggle had made itself evident.

   I frowned, my sympathy going out to my tormented sister. She deserved a better life—she should've had this life...and it was all taken away from her.

   After a long moment of processing silence, papa decided to continue, "I was completely devastated when we got the news of your disappearance...but your mother had taken it the worst. She constantly blamed herself for being unable to protect you."

   My breath caught short and got caught in my throat. My eyes grew glassy and warm.

   I knew that feeling all too well. I've been thinking the same thing since mama's illness finally showed. I felt so...useless. I couldn't do anything to help her get better. She felt that way too. Even when she had no control over the situation nor did she know what happened until the next day.

   "She shouldn't blame herself! There wasn't anything she could've done-" my thoughts were cut short, realizing the equivalence of me and mama's situations.

   "...which means, I shouldn't be blaming myself either..." I concluded in my mind.

   "Your mother didn't only die from cancer," dad said, earning both of our gazes.

   "She also died from a broken heart too."

   Papa let out a wavering sigh, having a lot of difficulties telling us everything. The way it's affecting him, it must have been really hard for papa to watch day by day mama grow worse. He had to pretend that everything was fine and happy just for our family's sake.

   For my sake.

   "When we found out about your mother's illness, she had me promise not to bring any of it up. She wanted to keep you happy, Marinette. She wanted to protect the only daughter we had left. She was too scared to have any more children after what happened with Mallorie," Papa carried on.

   "At some point, the police finally caught the group. But you were already gone off to somewhere we hadn't known. Sabine and I had returned to Paris in low spirits. We couldn't keep waiting in China when we had a bakery to run and a child to raise. We couldn't stand by and hope you'd magically return to us. I-"

   Papa opened his mouth to say something else but was starting to choke up. Tears streamed down his face and occasional sniffles we heard. I whimpered, crushed by all the pent-up emotions my dad has finally released after so many years of holding it.

"Papa..." was the only word I could muster on my lips, starting to cry myself. I covered my mouth to hold in the sob. Mallorie wasn't doing any better either. She was just as a mess as the rest of us.

Papa calmed down enough to speak again.

"I'm so sorry to both of you. I know my words aren't enough with what you've been through nor do I deserve your forgiveness. I just want you to know how elated I was receiving that letter, telling me you were alive, Mallorie."

Papa let out a few chuckles.

"To think, your mother must have helped us from heaven to find you. Right? The detective told me how her obituary was the reason for how they found us. They thought since you were born in a Chinese hospital that we lived there instead of Paris."

A warm smile stretched from cheek to cheek on my face, knowing that's very well true. Mom will always find a way to help us in our time of need. She wouldn't let the fact that she is no longer with us stop her from trying.

   Papa stood from the sofa and made his way toward his bedroom. I watched him leave, wondering what he was doing. Then, I placed my attention on Mallorie to see how she was doing. Mallorie monotonously stared at her glass of water.

   There are dark rings under her eyes and her lips are thinned into a straight line. It's really hard to tell how this is all affecting her. I couldn't imagine what was all going through her head right now. She must be very confused and conflicted.

   "Does she still hate us?" I thought, "Though the life she lived was nobody's fault except for that group of people. Will she finally see that we do love her and want her to be a part of our family?"

    Papa returned not too long later with a photograph in his hand. He handed me the picture, earning a raised eyebrow from me.

I scanned the photo, immediately recognizing the woman laying in an uncomfortable-looking bed and wearing a hospital gown. Even with the obvious exhaustion, a gentle smile adorned her features like she was the happiest and luckiest person ever.

There mom was, cradling two newborn babies in her arms.

"This was the only picture we have ever had of Mallorie. I kept it hidden from your mother so it wouldn't bring her any more pain than the situation already had," dad said. Mallorie snapped out of her stupor and leaned over to look at the photo too. I still couldn't figure out what was going through her mind right now.

Mallorie gently slipped the picture out of my grip to get a closer look. She just stared at it before something unexpected happened.

Mallorie began to cry.

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Present Time...

Mallorie has been very quiet and gloomy ever since our talk with dad. It's obvious that she feels guilty for what happened but is slowly starting to accept us as her family.

I started my presentation. I did my dad's side first before going to mama's. I talked about what they did in their lives (or are still doing). If they died, I explained how it happened, where, and how old they were. When and where they were born. And so on.

Now, it was time for the final question.

"Can you explain what family is to you, Marinette?" Miss Bustier asked. I thought over her words a bit deeper.

Family.

   I had my friends and parents as my family. There was nothing else I needed.

   "Family is a group of one or more parents and their children living together as a unit." I started, "I thought I already knew what it was. After all, I had my parents and my friends. What more could a girl want?"

   I had it all until the day I lost it all.

   The day my friend's betrayed me, my parents kept important secrets, and my mom passed away.

   "But...I was wrong."

   It seemed like my entire world was knitted into a sweater, decorated with hearts on my sleeve. Once I completed the clothing, I would wear the sweater every day and kept it close. The dearest thing I had.

   Then, the sweater began to quickly unravel until there was almost nothing left except the one piece of thread I held onto.

   Chat Noir.

   Adrien.

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A week ago (again)...

I swung through the city of Paris toward the Eiffel Tower.

   After the conversation, Mallorie went to her room. She needs some time to sort out her thoughts. Dad decided to try to get some sleep. I could tell he was worn out from the hectic night.

   I tried to get in a nap before heading out to meet with Adrien as promised. I couldn't wait to see him and wanted to leave right away.

   So, I grabbed some snacks from the bakery before heading out. I was starting to regret not eating breakfast, having grown hungry (and I know my Kitty would love to have some croissants to munch on).

   I also brought the black cat miraculous with me, praying that he'll become Chat Noir again—to return as my beloved partner.

   I just hope he's doing okay with whatever is going on. I want to help but I still have no idea what's going on with him. Now that I know it's Adrien, I have a big theory that it has something to do with his father. I don't know what else it could be.

   Yet...why would Adrien need to protect me from his father?

I let out a sigh before landing in an alleyway near the tower. I detransformed before rushing over to the massive architecture. I searched for a head of blonde locks, knowing that his hair is the thing that sticks out the most in crowds.

   And that's how I managed to spot him sitting on a bench. I stood in place, studying him. His evergreen eyes anxiously searched the area for something. His fingers fiddled nervously in his lap.

   He seems very nervous for some reason.

   Maybe, it has something to do with knowing his identity or the thing he's been bothered by. Whatever the reason is, I know we'll pull through just like we always do. I'm honestly a little overwhelmed and stunned with knowing his identity.

   Yet, the warmth embraces my soul. Seeing him here after so long, I can't help the overjoyed feeling coursing through me. There's fluttering filling my entire abdomen. I can't help the genuine smile that forms from cheek to cheek on my face.

   It's been so long...

   Finally, I took my first step forward toward him. My feet go from a walking pace to a bit of a run.

   Adrien locked onto my sudden movement and perked up. He unsurely stood from the bench with worry. As I drew close enough, Adrien looked as if he was about to say something.

   But I didn't give him the chance.

   I tossed the box of goodies onto the bench before wrapping my arms around him in a tight embrace. I buried my head into his chest and cherished this moment for as long as I could.

   "I missed you so much, mon minou," I told him.

   Adrien didn't return the hug for a long while. He was probably in shock by my sudden affection. He eventually did return it, gingerly wrapping his arms around my back. I could feel his head resting on top of mine.

   "I missed you too," he spoke, earnestly. I don't know how long we stayed in the hug but we eventually sat down on the bench. I rested my head on his shoulder.

   "I brought some snacks if you want any," I offered. I opened the box, revealing different pastries aligned inside. He let out a soft chuckle.

   "You should know by now that I could never say no to your dad's baking," Adrien said, taking a chocolate-filled croissant. I snagged one before closing the box.

We sat in comfortable silence, enjoying each other's company that we haven't had in a long time. It was a peaceful day as we watched civilians walk in all sorts of directions and do their own routines.

It's kind of crazy to think that the chaotic battle and city burning down happened mere hours ago. There isn't even a single sign that shows it ever occurring.

   "I'm really glad you came, Marinette," Adrien spoke through the silence. I tilted my head to get a good look at his face and saw the anxiety wrinkling his features.

"Of course, why wouldn't I?" I questioned him. Adrien's lips pulled back into a small frown.

"I guess...I thought you would hate me after I gave up my miraculous—gave up on us," he admitted, emphasizing the last few words, "I feel terrible for just abandoning you and Plagg but..."

He trailed off, losing his words. I grabbed his hand and squeezed it reassuringly.

"Adrien, it's okay. I understand you were doing what you thought was right and just trying to protect us," I replied, "I was hurt. I won't lie about that."

I felt Adrien's body stiffen.

"But," I continued so he wouldn't get the wrong idea, "I'm not mad at you. I'm just so happy that I can be here with you, Kitty."

I felt my cheeks heat up a bit. I never thought I would be able to easily admit my feelings to him. It's probably being around him so long and knowing all of him that broke my awkward crush phase. It's still a little embarrassing to say out loud but I need to let him know the truth.

I need to make sure he understands that I'm not going anywhere.

"Marinette, I need to tell you something," Adrien said in a serious voice, looking in every direction that isn't mine, "You might see me differently after I tell you this."

I lifted my head to look at him better.

"You don't need to tell me anything right now if you don't want to-"

"No, I really do," he firmly cut me off, now meeting my concerned gaze, "I need to get this off my chest...and to let you know what I discovered."

"What is it?" I asked.

So, Adrien told me the story of him discovering his father's secret identity to find out that he is an Amok.

I covered my mouth in bewilderment. This entire time Adrien knew of Hawkmoth's and Mayra's identities. Instead of asking for my help to defeat them, he hid it from me! That did upset me.

Yet...he was also doing it to protect me and Plagg. I couldn't imagine everything he's been through, finding out that his own parent is Paris's number one villain. Being paranoid, he kept Plagg hidden in the ring. That must have been devastating and he had to endure it all alone.

Plus, to find out that he was never human but a sentimonster.

It must have crushed him.

Adrien sat there with many different emotions crossing his face. Again, he couldn't look at me. I didn't need to see when I can clearly see it tearing him up inside.

I continued to process all of this.

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

Apparently, he didn't seem to be expecting that kind of reaction with that befuddled expression on his face.

"Sorry? For what? It all makes sense if you really think about it," he chuckled a bit, not a hint of joy behind it, "I'm a monster, Marinette."

"No," I firmly stated.

"What?!" He exclaimed, "But I hurt people. I hurt you. I'm like my da-"

"Adrien Agreste, you better not finish that sentence," I hissed, crossing my arms, "You know how much I hate liars."

"Lying? But I'm not-"

   I cut the confused teen off again, gently cupping the side of his face to gain his attention. He instantly stopped talking, once again surprised by my caring touch. I mindlessly brushed my digit across his cheek, meeting his gaze with my solemn one.

   "You are the sweetest boy I know. I don't care if you're an Amok. That doesn't make you a monster or anything like your dad. You're brave, kind, generous, amazing, and caring," I explained, trying to get through his thick skull.

   "You've been mistreated. You thought it was better to do it alone because you were scared that the people you care about would get hurt. And when someone did get hurt, your mental stability broke and you lost control.

   "You were lost and terrified that you would be alone again. I can't say revenge was the best answer but I at least do see your reasoning."

   "I still shouldn't have tried to kill Syren. That was wrong," Adrien stated.

   "Yes, but do you feel bad about it?" I asked, pulling my hand away.

   "Of course, I do. I feel terrible," he muttered, "I'm thankful akumatized victims forget what happened after their turned back to normal. That woman who was Lioness and Ondine would've both been traumatized of me."

   "That's what matters the most is that you feel guilty about it and won't do it again. You learned from your mistakes and took the blame to heart," I assured him.

   "Hawkmoth doesn't feel any sympathy. He continues to terrorize people no matter the consequences of his actions. You are far from a villain. I wish you could see for yourself as I see you right now."

   "And how do you see me right now?" he asked. I smiled at him.

   "I already told you how I see you. An astounding guy, who has terrible taste in jokes," I joked, earning a genuine laugh out of him. His smile shined like the sun. I took his hand again (after letting go of it when he was telling me his secret).

   "I'll always be by your side," I assured him, squeezing his hand again, "Just remember, you're my partner and a part of my family."

Adrien was stunned by my declaration. For the first time in a while, I could see glimmers shining in his evergreen eyes. There was a certain fondness on his wowed-etched face, tinting a cute shade of pink. Then, a giant smile split on his lips.

   "Of course, how could I forget we're an unstoppable team," the blonde whimsically said, placing a kiss on the back of my hand he's holding. This feels like déjà vu all over again.

   "It's good to have a reminder," I responded, my face warming up from the affectionate gesture, "I'll always remind you again and again."

"Same here," Adrien agreed.

I knew it was more than just words slipping off of our tongues. I wasn't just saying it to reassure him but a promise to be there for each other no matter what.

I dug into my purse, careful not to accidentally hurt Tikki. My fingers wrapped around the familiar ancient box and pulled it out. I made sure there wasn't anyone nearby before presenting the box to Adrien.

"I can't imagine anyone better to be my partner," I said, "And if you need time, I'll understand and find someone to temporarily hold onto the cat miraculous. But that's only if you eventually come back. I can't imagine saving Paris without you, Minou."

   Adrien glanced from me to the box in my hand. He didn't know what to say or do. There was a mental debate going through his head. I could tell he was afraid. Afraid of losing control again and falling back into that dark mindset.

   Yet, he also had a determined spark. He misses being Chat Noir and having Plagg around. Chat Noir was a part of him he had to hide until he was able to be free from those stone chains.

   "I...I don't know, Marinette," he said, unsurely," I don't...I don't want to lose myself again. Someone might actually get hurt if I do accept."

   "That's why you have me. I'll be there to help you through it," I smiled at him, "But I know you'll never do it again. You're a lot stronger than you were before. I can tell you're definitely doing better, even if you aren't a hundred percent at the moment."

   "Really?" He asked.

   "Yeah," I answered without a second thought.

   Adrien shifted his attention back to the box before taking it into his grasp. He stared at it and then tucked the box close to his chest like old friends hugging after not seeing each other in years. A tender smile soon blossomed on his face. He really must have missed Plagg.

   "Thank you," Adrien sincerely said to me.

   "Are you sure you're ready?" I asked, concerned.

   "Yeah..." he replied in a definite voice, "...we've got a villain to stop, after all. You're going to need as much help defeating the final boss."

   I hummed in agreement, "Yeah. For now though..."

   I closed the gap between us until we were connected at the hip. I snuggled my head onto his shoulder, taking in his aroma mixed with Paris's air.

   "...I think we should just enjoy this for today," I concluded.

   "But we have to stop-"

   "We will. For now, let's just have a moment of...peace...to our...selves..."

   Adrien blinked in confusion, wondering why Marinette went lax, "Mari?"

   A second later, he realized that Marinette had fallen asleep. He could hear her soft snores escaping out of her mouth and felt the way for form seemed to snuggle comfortably against him.

   It makes sense since she spent the entire night fighting a tough battle. Marinette probably just finally wound down from her adrenaline rush. She's completely exhausted.

   Adrien shook his head, the smile not leaving.

   "I guess it wouldn't hurt to relax," he thought, sliding an arm around Marinette's shoulders. He guided them to lay up against the back of the bench and wiggled around a little to get more comfortable.

   Once he is settled, Adrien peeked down at the sleeping girl in his arms. She was completely at peace. Gathering up his courage, Adrien leaned down and placed a peck on top of the bluenette's forehead. His face grew a little warm before going back to people-watching.

   Two days later, my team of miraculous holders and the police surrounded the Agreste Mansion. Gabriel and Nathalie were both arrested for their crimes against Paris. I took back the butterfly and peacock miraculous.

   An ambulance rolled Emilie's body off to the hospital, much to Gabriel's furiousness. Chat grabbed my hand. I can feel him trembling, trying not to cause a scene. I squeezed it, letting him know that I'm here.

   I didn't leave Adrien's side the entire time. This was probably the hardest thing he's ever had to deal with.

   Hawkmoth's end may not have expectedly finished in a grand final battle as most stories go but it didn't need to be. All that matters is that his reign of terror has finally ended.

   Hawkmoth has been defeated.

   It almost didn't feel real to me. Hawkmoth is gone and we retrieved the missing miraculous. We won! I couldn't help feeling proud of myself and my team's tremendous efforts to keep Paris safe. It took a few years but it was worth it.

   After that, Adrien started living with his bodyguard (who found another bodyguard job later on).

   Chat Noir and I met at the Eiffel Tower later that night.

   "Are you sure you're going to be okay?" I worried.

   "Yeah, I just need some time alone to clear my head a bit and readjust to my new life. So, you might not see me for a few days. I'll definitely still call though. I do love hearing my beautiful Princess's voice and she needs her daily dose of compliments. I can't start slacking on that," Chat Noir flirted.

   "Although, I don't think there are any good enough compliments in existence to describe how ravishing you are, mi amor."

   I let out an incoherent noise and felt my face burn as if I ate the world's hottest pepper. I shook my head. I can't let him distract me from my concern with his sexy charms!

   This is an important conversation! I can't let us slip away and ignore the situation at hand.

   "N-No! I won't let you distract me," I sputtered slightly.

   "Oh, I'm distracting," Chat purred with a cheeky smile, leaning closer to my face, "I believe you beat me tenfold at being the best distraction. All that it takes is losing myself in those pretty bluebell eyes of yours to lose my concentration."

   I didn't think I could grow any more flustered than I was already but I was proven wrong. I could practically feel smoke coming out of my ears. Even my heart was pounding so hard, it might actually burst out from my chest. I am practically swooning at his every syllable.

   How is this dumb cat so smooth?! How did he have the time to come up with those pickup lines? His day-to-day schedule was always chock-full of things!

I let out a whine, hiding my blistering red face in my hands.

"Stop it, you dumb cat!" I complained, listening to Chat bark with laughter. He slipped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me into his side. He affectionately nuzzled his face against my head.

"Come on, Bugaboo! I'm just speaking the truth! You don't have to be embarrassed about my admiration I can't help expressing it for you," he happily responded.

I sighed, "Well, you must be doing better if you're flirting with me."

I pulled my hands away from my face to look at his giant, sunshiny smile. The city lights are night perfectly make him look more stunning. I can't help the little pull-up on both edges of my lips. I leaned in closer and placed a kiss on his cheek.

His smile turned into a goofy look with pink adorning his cheeks. I chuckled at it, resting my head on his shoulder.

   Maybe, he's right. I should trust what he says. He does seem to be improving, if only a little, from the events that happened with his father. I'm just being a worry wart for nothing. Adrien is a very strong person, after all.

   I'll still be beside him anyway when he needs someone to lean on.

   That'll never change.

{+}{+}{+}

Present Time...

   Adrien was the only one who stood by me when everyone else turned their backs on me.

Now, I'm going to do everything in my power to be there for him in his time of despair.

   After Lila was found out, I thought everything could just go back to normal like it never happened. I was wrong. I was still having issues and denying them. I was forcing myself to reconnect with my friends since they are the only ones I've ever had and known for years.

   I hadn't completely accepted my mother's death.

   I don't think I ever will. Now that I see my issues though, it has grown easier. I would've kept denying myself and fallen deeper into despair if it wasn't for Mallorie's arrival. She made me realize my complications with my friends and our dad still.

   I eventually started noticing the cracks. Something so small that had grown so immensely out of control and could be easily missed without a careful eye.

   My friends and family saw them too. Now, they see the errors of their ways and are slowly turning for the better.

    "Family is so much more than a group of people you're close with or blood-related. It takes a lot of work, time, respect, faith, and love. It's never perfect and can be messy sometimes. But if it's perfect for you, why change a good thing?" I continued.

   "Broken families can be mended back together even if you lose someone or gain another or both or neither. I've definitely had a roller coaster of a year to learn all of that but it's proven to be alright in the end, no matter the turnout. We've all made our mistakes. Now, we are doing our best to accept that they happened and fix them.

   "So, what is a family to me, you ask? I believe family is whoever you choose to deeply cherish and love in your heart. You don't choose your own family but it chooses you, as cheesy as that sounds."

   That earned a few snickers, smiles, and unimpressed looks (mainly from Alix) from around the classroom. I know for a fact Adrien would've loved how I ended my presentation.

   "Very good, Marinette. Leave your papers on my desk and take a seat," Miss Bustier explained, writing something on her clipboard. After placing my project on the teacher's desk, I returned to my seat just as the next person was called.

   Class went on with family presentations until the bell rang.

   "We're going to continue with our family project presentations," Miss Bustier informed the class. I packed my things and scurried out of the room. My next class is a free period. I've been itching to continue designing an art project I've been working on.

   Yet, I snapped out of my excitement and squeaked in surprise. Alya placed her hands on my shoulders and said a few words I didn't get the chance to process. By the way her face is morphed, I could tell she was a bit distressed about something. What's going on? Did I do something to upset her?

   "What are you doing?" I questioned her.

   "We need to talk," Alya stated, guiding me off to a private area in the school. We ended up going into a small storage room filled with extra chairs, folded tables, and various supplies on some shelves. We each grabbed a chair and took a seat.

   I gave Alya a once over. Her face was blank from emotion, completely lost in the world of her thoughts. She must be really thinking about how to go with this.

   "So, what did you want to talk about?" I asked, having a pretty good idea what this conversation is going to be about. Alya perked up out of her thoughts before nervously scratching the back of her neck.

"Marinette...are we friends?" She questioned.

"Of course, we are," I answered, my voice wavering a little. I tried to smile but it wasn't fully there. Alya frowned before letting out a sigh.

"You don't have to force yourself to lie. I know you well enough to know when you're hurting...and I used that against you without listening to your side of the story. I was so dumb. How could I do that to someone I considered my best friend?" She continued, shaking her head for a moment.

"You haven't forgiven me and that means you don't trust me either. I don't blame you for still having issues with me. We were terrible—I was terrible—and to think our troubles were over the moment it ended was even stupider."

Alya gripped the bottom of her shirt and furrowed her eyebrows together in distraught. I didn't say a word the entire time, patiently listening to her talk.

"I didn't understand why you forgave us so easily after everything we did to you. But I can see now that you really haven't. You're just too much of a sweet and forgiving person. It's in your DNA."

She let out a laugh without any joy behind it. A smile stretched on her face but there wasn't any happiness in it. I could see her eyes growing glassy and her clenched hands tremble a bit.

"H-Honestly, I wish you would've expressed your true feelings instead of faking our friendship."

I winced at that. She isn't wrong on that part. That must have hurt more than not telling her the truth straightforwardly. I was being unfair by dangling it in front of her face but kept it out of her reach.

"Don't feel bad about it. After all, I was the one who made a mess of our friendship in the first place. It should be mine to clean up," she reassured me. The aspiring reporter took a deep breath in, preparing herself for whatever she is going to say next.

   "I-It's okay if you don't want to be friends anymore. I wouldn't blame you. Just know, that I'll do a better job at standing by your side. If someone is causing you trouble or you need help with your homework, I'll make sure you won't regret it," Alya rambled, shedding tears and trying to hide her pain behind a smile.

   "Or if you want me to stay away from you, that's cool too. I don't think you'd want to be around an untrustworthy bully like me."

   Alya sniffled, seeming to just now realize that she was crying. She let out a shaky chuckle and wiped her face clean. I can tell she's not faking it. I have hardly ever seen Alya cry since she is a very proud person. She would never shed alligator tears, seeing it as something pathetic.

   So, I know what she is feeling is real. The guilt. The anguish. The unworthiness. The regret.

   The hate for herself.

   All those emotions swirling around and beating her up inside. From the looks of it, it's very difficult keeping it from revealing itself on the outside too.

   She probably believes that I think she's faking this.

   That I still don't trust her.

   But...that isn't true anymore.

   I believe her.

   "I should probably go now," Alya said, quietly, "Thanks for your time to hear me out. Again, I'm so sorry...f-for everything."

   Alya silently (very uncharacteristic of her) stood up and put the chair back. Just as she was reaching for the doorknob, I quickly walked over to her. I enveloped her in an embrace from behind and buried my face into her back. Alya gasped at my sudden movement, not expecting it.

   I took a moment to gulp down the lump in my throat. Alya stood stock-still. I could feel her tense up.

   "M-Marinette?" she questioned, not understanding what was going on.

   "Alya..." I started, "I believe you."

   Alya didn't say a word. She was too stunned and had to process everything that was going on. I let go of Alya, only for her to turn around with a slightly agape mouth and confusion wrinkling her features.

   "Can we try being friends again, for real this time?" I asked.

   Her eyes went as wide as dinner plates.

   "Marinette, you don't have to-" she was trying to say but I cut her off.

   "No, I really would like to try again. I know you've done a lot for me when you didn't have to..." I said, referring to all the research she did on Mallorie, "...and I really appreciated it. It helped me understand that even when we were going through a rough patch, you still did your best to protect me."

   I placed my hand on her shoulder and smiled, "I want to start over being friends again. We should try forgiving each other and ourselves. If you want to, that is."

   Alya didn't say anything for a while but I could see hope slowly surfacing.

   "Do you r-really mean that?" Alya asked, not believing that this was real. I nodded, "Yeah. I would really like it if we did."

   Alya finally let a genuine, watery smile spread. She brought me into a hug and I returned it without hesitation.

   "Thank you," she quietly spoke before jokingly saying, "So, when you mean "let's start over," do you mean repeating how we became friends in the first place?"

   I laughed, "I think I prefer this start more than the last one."

   Alya hummed in agreement, giving me one last squeeze before pulling away. She smiled at me before we left the storage room for our free period.

   I knew from that moment, that we were going to be okay.

{+}{+}{+}

   After school, I returned home. I greeted papa and took the two cookies he offered me for a snack. I raised an eyebrow in confusion, wondering why he gave me two.

   He seemed to read my mind and answered, "Mallorie came back but I was too busy with a customer to give her a cookie. Could you give her one?"

   With that, I agreed and ventured my way to the apartment above. I began to scale the stairs while splitting a cookie in half. I gave one of the halves to Tikki and ate the other. Once in front of my home's door, I opened it and revealed Mallorie watching something on the TV.

   She lazily glanced over her shoulder to see me entering before going back to watching her program. I shut the door behind me and walked over to Mallorie. I happily wrapped my arms around her neck, giving her a quick hug.

   "What're you doing?" she asked, a little annoyed and fidgeting to get out of my hold, "You know I'm not a fan of human contact."

   "I know but you better get used to it. Our family is huggers," I warned, letting her go and handing her the cookie. She took the treat and nibbled on it.

"Just because I giving you guys a chance and decided to go back to school today, that doesn't mean we're all "buddy-buddy," my twin replied in a huff.

After the events of Shadow, I've come to learn Mallorie has more bark than bite with us. She hasn't threatened or physically hurt me in any way. It was just mainly attitude, which I wasn't expecting for it to simply just disappear. Mallorie is a prideful and rugged person.

She hates showing weakness. She's worn armor, wielded weapons, and stood behind a shield for years to protect her vulnerabilities. That's how she survived.

Hopefully, she'll slowly take off that armor, put down her weapons, and hang up that shabby shield. She won't have to protect herself alone anymore now that she has others that will stand by her side.

"Yeah, I know," I replied, smiling, "I'm going to go do my homework up in my room. Just knock if you need anything."

"Uh huh," Mallorie agreed, without paying much attention to what I was saying. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. I headed up the stairs to my bedroom.

"Oh! And tell your boyfriend I said hi and that I think he's hot!" Mallorie added on, jokingly. I let out a strangled noise of surprise and nearly fell down the stairs, earning some cackles from Mallorie.

I sent her a look even though she paid no mind to me (and it wouldn't have looked intimidating anyway since my face is somewhat flushed). I slipped into my room before Mallorie makes any more comments (or possibly suggestive ones).

Why would she even say that? Adrien hasn't even been seen since stopping Hawkmoth. Sure, he's called and texted me but-

"Wow."

I jumped in fright, almost snapping my neck to see the intruder was none other than the cat himself. He was lounging out on my chaise and tossing a ball of yarn in the air.

"She's good. I thought I had been sneaky but she apparently knew I was up here, somehow."

   I blinked my wide eyes, not expecting to see him (even with Mallorie's obvious hinting). I don't know whether scowl or hug him. It didn't take me long to decide to do the latter. I dropped my bag and quickly sped over to the chaise.

   Chat Noir was in the process of sitting up when I engulfed him in an embrace like a touch-starved person. I couldn't help the tugging up at the edges of my lips, burying my face into the crook of his neck. Chat Noir didn't say anything else returning the gesture with just as much happiness.

   "Hi, Minou. I'm so happy you're back," I genuinely said, snuggling my head into his shoulder.

   "Well, this kitty had been lost for a while but he eventually found his way home...back to where he belongs," Chat spoke with a warmth in his tone. I felt him place a kiss on my head and rub circles on my back. I didn't want to ruin this wonderful reunion but I couldn't help asking a question out of worry.

   "How are you doing?" I asked, concerned.

   "Oh, you know. Just like how any other teenage monstrosity feels finding out that their only parental figure is actually the worst villain in the entire country," he sarcastically said, trying to sound like a joke. I winced, feeling bad for asking.

   "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked," I apologized.

   "It's okay, I promise. While it was a bit of a dumb question, I understand that it was out of concern. I really appreciate that a lot more than you know. Your worry over me means the world. So, thank you for worrying over me," he replied with sincerity lacing his voice.

   I pulled away a little and placed a loving peck on his lips. Our foreheads rested against each other.

   "You know you don't have to stay transformed, right?" I questioned him, "It's not like someone is going to barge in on us. Even if Mallorie did, I'm pretty sure she knows both of our identities."

   "Wait," Chat said so stunned he jolted back with his eyes, "she knows our identities?! How? Why didn't you tell me?"

   I sheepishly scratched the back of my neck. Whoops, I forgot to tell him that slight detail. I guess better now than later.

   "With all the craziness that's been going on, it sort of slipped my mind to tell you. I honestly don't know how she figured it out. I'll have to ask her. But knowing her, she must have put the dots together somehow and saw past the quantum masking," I tried to explain.

   I wasn't completely sure about the whole thing either but it was the best explanation I could give. Chat Noir seemed satisfied with my answer, anyway.

   "Do you want to play some video games and eat some unwholesome snacks?" I asked, earning a thrilling look from Chat. He seemed to practically shine at the offer.

   "You bet all your cookies, I do!" Chat cheered, "Alright. Plagg, claws off."

   I felt my hands twitch on instinct, nearly going to put them over my face to cover my eyes. Yet, I remind myself that I don't have to do that. It was so surreal not having to not look away anymore. We don't have to hide our true identities. We're free from that burden.

   It's nice.

   Really nice.

   Adrien sat there in Chat's spot. He handed over a smelly piece of Camembert to Plagg, who swallowed the whole thing in one bite. I sort of stared at Adrien in disbelief before letting this fluttery feeling settle in my chest.

   I reached out and combed my fingers through his golden locks like I did when he was Chat Noir. Adrien's attention was drawn away from Plagg the moment I did that (the Kwami probably having flown away to go join Tikki somewhere).

   "I actually kind of missed petting your head, as weird as that sounds," I admitted, embarrassed. Adrien smiled at me.

   "I did too. It's really nice and relaxing," the blonde replied, making me blush. What has this singular boy done to me? I let a relaxed sigh out through my nose. After a minute longer, I finally stopped and stood up.

   "I'll go get some snacks then we can play," I said, "You can pick out whatever game you want. I've already played all of them so it doesn't matter which one you pick. They're just in the drawer over there."

Adrien made his way over to the very drawer and opened it. As he rummaged through the different games, I went downstairs to grab some snacks. Mallorie was still lounging on the couch but switched to doing some homework.

I wanted to know how she knew of Chat Noir's presence. Maybe, it was street instincts to be cautious of her surroundings or hyperactive awareness of nearby presences? There is so much I still don't know about her but I'm definitely interested in learning more.

"Do you want me to bring you any goodies while I'm downstairs?" I asked her as headed for the door. Mallorie paused in her work and thought for a moment.

She hummed in thought before answering, "I want a donut."

I looked at her in slight shock.

I recall in her memories of her and Eric constantly getting donuts at a local bakery. It was like a little thing for them whether it was to celebrate a job well done or just to hang out. It was one of Mallorie's favorite desserts. After what happened at the fire, I assume she had never eaten a donut since.

This shows her growth sprouting through years of torment.

"Sure, is there a certain kind you want?" I asked.

"Surprise me," she replied. I nodded and opened the door to leave.

"Thanks."

My eyes widened a little when hearing her say that. I glanced over my shoulder to see her not having turned away from her assignment. I smiled a little.

"No problem," I replied before heading to the bakery.

{+}{+}{+}

"Marinette," Adrien coaxed me out of my sleepy stupor. I jumped, snapping out of my dozing-off state. I sat straighter on my desk chair and analyzed the physics worksheet I've been working on.

I've already changed into my sleepwear. The day had fallen into the night in the snap of a finger when we played video games. Adrien had reminded me that I had homework. Of course, I had forgotten all about it and panicked. Luckily, Adrien was generous enough to help me even though I told him he didn't have to.

Although, he didn't seem to want to return to his new living arrangement with his bodyguard quite yet. So, I relented. He's been helping me through the subjects ever since.

"You're really improving on understanding physics," Adrien complimented.

"Well, I've got a pretty good teacher," I said, boosting Adrien's ego for a moment, "Miss Mendeleiev sure can teach."

Adrien deflated and pouted, narrowing his eyes at me like a grouchy kid. I had to hold in my laughter (everyone else in the household is probably fast asleep by now). I raised my pencil and poked the butt of my eraser against his nose. Adrien blinked, not expecting me to do that.

"But I've got the best teacher sitting here next to me," I added. I watched his face turn a bit red and happiness broke out across his face.

"I know. I'm pretty fan-cat-stic," he punned, cheekily. An egoistic smirk twisted his features. I playfully groaned and shook my head. Adrien quietly chuckled.

   "I take every word I said. You're terrible," I joked, nudging him in the side. Still, hearing him laugh again is a blessing. I could listen to it on repeat all day. With everything that happened, I could've lost that laugh. I could've lost his smile and hearing those silly puns.

   I could've lost many things I love so much about him.

   Many things he loves about himself too.

   I would never let that happen though. I'll always protect Adrien's light against the darkness.

   I let out a yawn and rubbed my tired eyes. I leaned over and laid my head on Adrien's shoulder. I finally feel like I can relax after so long. My energy is completely wiped. I felt something warm rubbing up and down my left arm in a nice manner.

   "Marinette?" Adrien whispered, sweetly. I questionably hummed in acknowledgment.

   "I think it's time for bed," he answered, "I should probably go too."

   "No, I'm...not sweepy...at all," I drowsily denied, wanting to stay a little longer. I don't know when I'll see him again after this. I wanted to make the most of this moment, wishing this could last forever.

   "You using my shoulder as a pillow and yawning says otherwise," Adrien countered, "Plagg, claws out!"

   In Adrien's place with the cat superhero clad in shining leather, Chat Noir. He picked me up off of my chair. The next thing I know, my sheets are covering me up to my shoulders.

My eyelids felt droopy, getting closer to falling into dreamland.

"What? No goodnight kiss for your kitty?" Chat joked.

I grinned, slipping my hand out from under the sheets. I waved my hand in a "come closer" gesture. Chat Noir slowly leaned down. Once he was close enough I pulled the rest of my arm out and placed my hand on the back of his neck. I pulled him close enough to kiss him.

The sensation of kissing him always felt like the first time. He's warm and loving. It sends this flip-like feeling into my stomach and kicked my heart into overdrive. It nearly awakens my mind again.

Once we separate, Chat assaults my face my cheek with kisses. I giggle from the ticklish feeling.

He eventually stops his attack and whispers into my ear, "Sweet dreams, Princess."

With one last kiss on my forehead, he leaps out of the skylight and disappeared into the night.

"Goodnight, Minou," I said before cozying myself into drifting off again.

{+}{+}{+}

My family is broken.

I lost my mother to illness. I gained a long-lost and broken twin sister I never knew about until she arrived. My dad had kept many secrets from me.

Things got messy with others I considered my family too.

Alya had betrayed me. Adrien had to deal with finding out his father is a villain, thinking he had to do it alone. I willingly gave Tikki to Sabrina when I shouldn't have.

Everything felt like it had fallen apart like nothing could fix it.

Honestly though...it's all okay.

I learned that it's alright if my family is broken. It was never perfect in the first place. We've made so many mistakes. We felt torn down to our lowest points. We were at the limits. We nearly lost all hope.

But we beat those odds of no return and came back better than ever.

We faced our shadows—our demons. We came out of our mess stronger than before. Yesterday a heart broke, but today, hope came in with a tube of super glue.

My family is still good.

Family is not an important thing.

It's everything.

It may be weird, dysfunctional, and harbor many flaws. I still love it all the same.

I still wish mama was here. I wish Mallorie wasn't taken from us. I wish dad didn't have to keep secrets from me and my sister. I wish I could've been there for people when they needed me most.

It doesn't matter how much I wish for it. I can't change the past but I continue to hold onto what I do have.

Each one is precious to me and holds a spot in my heart.

I'll always cherish them just like they'll do their best to cherish me.

That's what family does.

It may be broken but it's perfect for me.

{+}{+}{+}

Bonus:

Two months later...

"Where are we going?" Mallorie asked me.

"I told you already. It's a secret," I replied.

Mallorie let out a groan in exaggeration, making me laugh.

I couldn't help taking in a deep breath of fresh air (or as fresh as city air can be). There was a nice breeze and not a cloud in the sky. The sun was shining brightly on the bustling city of Paris. People walked by each other without a care in the world.

Today is a beautiful day!

"Okay, so why did you drag our old man along?" Mallorie asked, gesturing to dad, who was on the phone with a customer at the moment.

"He's a part of it," I answered, earning a raised brow from Mallorie. She narrowed her eyes at me in suspicion.

"Is this one of the elaborate family-outing scheme things to help us bond and get closer," she bluntly said. I pursed my lips in thought.

"Sort of?" I said, shrugging my shoulders in an unsure way. Mallorie seemed to grow more distasteful.

"Relax, it's nothing cheesy or terrible. I promise, it's a bit of a field trip," I assured her. Mallorie seemed to study me for answers she couldn't figure out in her head.

"I swear, if we end up stuck in some place and sit in a circle to express our feelings, I'm going to hurl," Mallorie stated. I shake my head and roll my eyes.

"Let me guess, you got that from some movies," I said.

"It was one of the things that helped me cope through my depression and constant rejections," Mallorie explained like she was simply talking about the weather. I honestly didn't know how to reply to that and thanked my lucky stars we arrived at our destination.

"Oh look! We're here!" I said, changing the topic. Dad finally ended the call as we entered. Mallorie read the sign.

"A cemetery? What are we doing? Having some sort of satanic ritual or something?" She said. I raised an eyebrow at her.

"Relax. It was a joke," Mallorie said.

I smiled before dragging her over to a specific gravestone.

"Alright, we're here," I declared. Mallorie looked at the gravestone and her eyes slightly widened.

   There we stood in front of Sabine Dupain-Cheng's gravestone. Mom's gravestone.

   "Yeah, that should've been my first guess," Mallorie admitted after getting over her stunned silence. She crossed her arms with a look of uncertainty drawn on her face.

   Dad placed an assuring hand on her shoulder, making her turn to him. Papa smiled at her and gestured over to mom's resting place. Taking in a deep breath, Mallorie walked over and sat down on her knees in from of the gravestone.

   "Hi, mom. Long time, no see," Mallorie started.

   "I think we've got a lot of catching up to do..."

{+}{+}{+}

"Ohana means family. Family means no one gets left behind or forgotten."

~Stitch

Wow, this was a long chapter! If you have any questions, go ahead and ask! I feel like there's some things I missed but hopefully, I got the major points of the story!

I hope you all enjoyed it just as much as Loss! Thank you all for reading, being on this journey with me, and the support! Unfortunately, this book concludes the Loss series.

   Thank you once again! Go tell the people you care for that you love them and have a wonderful rest of your day/night!