Luka sat on the bed with his eyes closed, a concentrated expression on his face, as he played a soft tune in his guitar.

He stopped every now and then, scribbling the music notes on a notebook that lay open in front of him.

As he strummed the last note, and suddenly a string tore. He looked at the guitar disappointedly, he had to repair it.

Luka loved this instrument very much.

It was Marinette's gift to him on their first anniversary.

On the thought of his sweet wife, a wide smile made way to his lips. Marinette was cooking lunch downstairs. She had returned home earlier than usual and had decided to cook something for him, as it was very rare for her to get off work this early.

However, Marinette had strictly forbidden him to enter the kitchen.

The last time he did, they had became so 'engaged' that the food burnt and they had to order delivery from a restaurant.

Luka looked at the broken guitar and something struck him.

He suddenly remembered something that his mother had said to him as a child. He sat there, motionless, for a while, seemingly deep in his thoughts.

A sad expression crept into his blue eyes, although a smile was still stretched on his lips. He hurriedly made his way to the laptop and sat down at the desk. Luka typed two documents and printed them out. Then, he kept them in his drawer, his hands trembling a little. He looked at the closed drawer and sighed deeply.

"Honey, lunch is ready!" Marinette called out to him from downstairs.

Luka shut off the laptop and stood up. He jogged downstairs and saw his wife setting out plates and bowls on the table.

Seeing him, she smiled. He walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her from behind.

He pressed a kiss on her hair," I love you."

She giggled," I love you too. Now, get off. I need to serve. "

Luka quietly obeyed her. He sat down on a chair and looked at the assortments of oriental food on the table.

He sniffed adorably and she burst out laughing. She sat down next to him, busily serving rice from the steaming bowl in her hand.

As they ate, conversation flowed between them, her new design line, his new records, their friends, concerns about Adrien.

Unlike the stereotype husbands, Luka didn't get all overprotective when his wife talked about her first love.

On the stark contrast, he shared Marinette's deep concern about him. He knew that even though she wasn't interested in Adrien romantically, she loved him like a brother.

Since a year now, Adrien had changed into someone they didn't know. Someone who hooked up with random girls, frequenting night clubs, having one night stands and spending money like water. None of his friends even knew his phone number, except Marinette. He answered only to her, treating others like thin air. Marinette had told him many times to change himself, and it was only this subject that made him flip out.

Marinette looked at Luka as she gestured with her fork, "By the way, did you know, Myléne's pregnant again? "

Luka smiled, "Oh. That's good news. "

She nodded. Marinette looked unsure as she stared down at her plate, stabbing the meat in smaller pieces.

She said, her eyes still fixed in the table,
"Umm... Luka... would you like a kid, I mean, our kid ... like right at this point of time? "

Luka didn't hesitate for even a second,"Of course, Mari.Our child is...is the symbol of our love. I would love a kid."

Marinette smiled,"Well, I'm pregnant."

Luka couldn't register her words at first. He sat there, motionless, while Marinette panicked at his silence.

After a few very uncomfortable seconds, Luka stuttered, "What..what...did you say? "

"I'm pregnant?,"Marinette repeated it, a hint of nervousness in her voice.
Luka slammed the chopsticks on the table, his hands shaking.

Another few moments of uncomfortable silence.

Luka abruptly stood up, pushing the chair back in the process and lifted her up by her waist. His sky blue eyes twinkled with excitement and joy, "Does...does that mean I'm going to be a father? "

Marinette laughed out loud and nodded her head. Luka sat her down and wrapped her in a bone crushing hug.

Marinette suddenly realized that he was crying as her shoulder slowly became wet.

She patted on his back comfortingly.

After a few minutes, as he calmed down a little, Luka pulled out of the embrace and held her hand, his cheeks still streaked with tears, "This calls for a celebration. Let's go out tonight, eh? "

Marinette was fairly amused as she noticed the usually calm and collected man, laughing and singing to himself loudly as he washed the dishes.

She never saw this side of him, so open and happy. She smiled to herself and went upstairs for a nap.
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Adrien lay on his bed, drunk and dizzy as he wondered to himself the reason why the room was swaying up and down like this?

He slowly sat up with much effort, and swung his feet off the bed. He was so weak, that he fell on the hard floor with a thump.

He lay there, motionless, making no effort to get up. The coldness of the floor soaked in his skin, relieving the pain a little. He then stood up, his legs wobbling and shaking.

He nearly fell again, but he held on to the bed for support as he reached out for a picture on his bedside table. It was a framed picture of her, from two years back, laughing with him, her hand on his shoulder.

She.

If he were a poet, he would have composed thousands of poems about her. But he was plebeian to the core, unable to do anything, but love her like a madman.

She is the only light in his dark life. She was the disease and she was the cure. She was like an unquenchable thirst, like he can't ever get enough.
He never got anything, really.

Adrien knew that she was worried about the way he lived his life now. But he couldn't stop. Not now.

He has had countless one night stands. He goes through women faster then he changes his clothes. Adrien had women throwing themselves at him, like fish at a small pool of water. He knew that none of them loved him. They loved his fame, his money, his popularity. But he never rejected them, not once. He needs to shift his attention to something else. But still, after doing everything, she still haunted him.

It is an horrible feeling, wishing the woman in your arms was someone else.

Adrien sat on the bed and reached out for another bottle of beer from his table. He drank in hurried gulps, as if to bury the stifling pain in his heart.
He threw the bottle aside carelessly, with it breaking in the floor with a sharp noise.

Plagg flinched and peeked from behind the curtain. He knew better than to try to talk to him now.

He had watched first hand as his chosen changed over years. He drank, hooked up with girls and drank a little more.

Plagg had gone to seek advice from Marinette as she was the Guardian now. Marinette had, in turn, asked Wayzz what to do. Wayzz had said that since Adrien was diligent in his duties as Chat Noir, there was no need to take his miraculous back now.

Plagg felt bad for his kitten. All Chat Noirs shared the same bad fortune, similar to the black cat's bad luck. Adrien wasn't an exception...

Plagg was always cautious around Luka.

Although Luka was a good hearted man, he was a snake after all. And snakes and cats don't agree with each other. AT ALL. There has been a few instances over the centuries, where the snake had won over the bug, leaving the bug all alone, since the cat really never matched with any other creature than the bug. It just had to be this time.

Plagg understood Adrien. He longed to see Tikki, too. He had once flew to Marinette's house, to see her happily chatting with Sass. He was angered. Cats are very protective creatures, after all. Although, he had calmed himself down with much effort, he didn't want Leaning Tower Of Pisa to happen all over again. However, when Tikki had visited him the next day, all of that anger disappeared into thin air.

Plagg flew out of the curtain, when he heard a slight snoring sound coming from Adrien. He heard Adrien mumbling," I love you Marinette... Mari...don't go... I love you... I-I can't live without you M'lady....please don't go.....MARI-"

Adrien woke up with a start, his body drenched in cold sweat. He wanted heavily, his eyes wide open in shock, his hair disheveled.

Plagg fetched a glass of water and carried it to him, struggling to carry the heavy object in his tiny hands. Adrien flashed a small smile at him and drank it down, all at once.

He sat there motionless, his head hung low, his hands pressed to the glass, deriving comfort from the coldness. After a few minutes, he looked up, tears in his eyes, "I love her so much Plagg. "

Plagg hugged his cheek, "I know, kid. I know. "
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