Still gonna update, even though I feel weird that someone assumed I had some sort of pee fetish cause Marinette peed herself from pregnancy in an old fiction I posted 5 years ago and now I'm wondering how many of you think I have a pee fetish.

I'M BEING PUNISHED FOR A CRIME 5 YEARS AGO. MY OLD FICS ARE A CRIME.
Now you guys can read this chapter in all its PEE FETISH GLORY EVEN THOUGH I'M DYING INSIDE.

Also, the scenes are trying to be realistic, y'all can come for my neck later. Virgins just don't go tap dancing into coitus.

Enjoy!

Also, I dont have a pee fetish. It's a tasteless joke, even though the hurt from that implication is REAL. I REGRET WRITING FANFICTION!

I can't even stand the smell of pee. >.<

Anyway, thanks for reading.

I'll go die now.

😟😭
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Marinette glanced down at her lap, a sour taste sitting in the back of her mouth. She didn't like being in hospitals, and despite the commotion that went around her the moment she discovered Chloe completely unconscious, Marinette managed to keep an impassive face.

But she was crumbling.
It was a traumatic experience.
The young woman exhaled, her heart aching within the confines of her chest, her eyes trained onto the ground. Her lips lost its colors, and she was sure she was ready to succumb to the overwhelming desires of syncope.

Being in hospital settings such as this made her bones chill. It brought back a surge of memories that Marinette didn't care to go through. In fact, the thought of confronting those memories made her anxious. She'd rather slam her head on the floor than go through something like that.

"Hey..."

Marinette pressed her lips together, immediately glancing up at the sound of his comforting voice. She wanted to cry, but she couldn't. Marinette was anxious to see Chloe. She wasn't sure if Chloe was willing to see or hear anyone out, but Marinette was willing to try.
It had been such a horrible day, that Marinette was desperate to see a friendly face or hear a friendly voice.

"Adrien..." Marinette breathed as she stood up from the chair outside the ICU room. "I'm so happy to see you..."

Adrien approached her, gently taking her into his arms with a grimace. He buried his face into her shoulder, his hand gently running up and down her back in comforting movements.

Marinette reciprocated the gesture. She furrowed her brow and she nuzzled her face into his chest as her own felt tight. She pressed her lips together, feigning tears that threatened to spill from the edges of her eyes.

"I assured Alya I'd stay with you," Adrien murmured, pulling back so that he could caress his wife's face. "I had my bodyguard take her home. I asked her to text you when she arrived back at her apartment with Nino, the same for the rest of the guests that came."

Marinette scrunched her nose, immediately reaching up to rub her eyes as she tried desperately to rid the image of Chloe's blue skin from her mind.

She exhaled, feeling relief and appreciation for Adrien's rapid response to her calls. Granted, she did feel a little guilty that Adrien left work early, but there was something warm in the thought that she was his first priority.

"Do you know how she's doing?" Adrien asked, lowering his hands down to her waist so that he could pull her in a soft hug. He knew that seeing something like that must've been scary for her, and Adrien was glad that Alya was kept away from it all. A scare that bad wouldn't be good for Alya or the baby she was carrying.

"Y-Yeah. The doctor said she overdosed on opioids, and the alcohol she consumed with it didn't help either. I know they were able to stabilize her and Chloe did regain consciousness, but I'm wondering if she could even remember what had happened at all," Marinette replied, her voice quivering as she leaned against him.

Adrien furrowed his brow, glancing back at the slider doors for Chloe's ICU room.

"Opioids? Since when does Chloe Bourgeois use opioids?" He questioned, stepping aside from her with a look of perplexity.

Marinette shrugged. She was tired, her eyes were bloodshot, and she couldn't think straight. It took hours to move Chloe from the emergency room to the ICU, and she figured if Chloe had become more stabilized, perhaps they'd move her to another unit until she got better.

Nevertheless, Marinette's curiosity was peaked. She wanted to know what Chloe had been doing, and if she needed anyone to talk to, Marinette would be willing to lend an ear.

"I'm not sure, I know she's in there by herself, but I haven't had the courage to go in and talk to her. I worry that she may have experienced something traumatic, and perhaps was trying to get a result of something but she wasn't successful," Marinette breathed, reaching up to rub her eyes once more.

"You mean she tried to commit suicide?" Adrien asked, his green eyes blinking incoherently at the thought.

This whole time he thought Chloe was spoiled while growing up. Granted, she was still a bit rough around the edges but he'd like to believe she had grown from that. She certainly wasn't completely insufferable, and for a moment, Adrien was sure to have seen some humanity come from her. She was being nice to Marinette, Alya, and Nino so there was something good coming from her.

He never thought that Chloe would be broken enough to try to take her own life.
"I can't really say for sure. I want to believe it was an accident, but if she's going through something, I'd want her to at least know that I understand her," Marinette sighed, a deep blush brewing beneath her freckled skin. "If I can open up to her about my trauma, maybe she'd feel comfortable enough to talk to me. I don't want anything to happen to her..."

Adrien shifted his weight, keeping his arm hooked around Marinette's waist as he guided her to sit back down on the chairs outside the room with a grimace.
"Are you sure that's a good idea? I don't want you to suffer living through your own trauma again, trying to help someone else..." Adrien chastised with a look of reluctance. "I really worry about that, you know."

Marinette pouted, her heart aching in her chest. While it was true that she hadn't known Chloe for long, she did truly care about her. She enjoyed the events that Chloe invited her to; it was a sweet gesture to plan a baby shower for Alya, and Marinette was grateful for Chloe's work on her wedding day. She recalled the last time she met with Chloe, and her heart ached at the memory of her friend conceding that she never had many friends.

If Marinette could somehow be that friend for Chloe, maybe there was still hope to change her perspective on things.
Marinette didn't want to be the hero of Paris, but if she could be a heroine in her own way, perhaps she could save someone's life in the best way she knew how.
By supporting and caring for someone she had grown to love as a good friend.

"I just don't want her to feel alone. If I can somehow reach out to her and let her know that someone's here for her, she wouldn't have to go through such great lengths to find some relief in the dark..." Marinette turned her attention to Adrien with a timid smile. She slowly reached over for his hand, lacing her fingers into his with a small blush.

"After all, I was able to find my light... maybe it's a good idea to share a bit of it to help our friends out of the dark."

Adrien glanced down at their hands, his heart squeezing in his chest as he had begun to feel like a high schooler with a crush. A weary smile tugged at his lips, and Adrien squeezed her hand with reassurance.

"I guess that means you're the ladybug heroine. Just... make sure you be careful..." Adrien murmured, teetering on the edge of trepidation. He admired Marinette's inner strength, but for some reason that only made him worry more so.

She seemed like the type of person to wear her heart on her sleeve, and Adrien learned quickly why that was such a dangerous way to live.
"I'll follow in after you. If you need anything, please don't hesitate to come back here next to me, okay?" Adrien assured, bringing the back of her hand to his lips where he pressed a gentle kiss to her skin.

Marinette pressed her lips together, offering her husband a soft nod before she eventually stood up.
The young woman inhaled, her blue eyes latched on to the slider door handle of Chloe's room before she eventually held onto it. She trembled softly, worried about Chloe's wellbeing before she finally stepped inside to see her.

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Chloe lay on her side, the lines beneath her eyes deepening. If she certainly didn't look like she was just hit by a truck, she definitely felt like it.
She felt muggy, her head was killing her, and save for the IVs stuck into the back of her hand, she had felt like she was completely shattered.

There were pins and needles in almost every appendage. If she could sleep forever, Chloe would certainly opt for that decision.

Marinette shyly stepped into the room, her blue eyes glancing around the area with a timid expression. The young woman slowly slid the door closed slightly behind her, in case she needed Adrien to come in.
"Hey..." Marinette breathed, a small blush coating her cheeks as Chloe simply closed her eyes. "I-I...I came to see how you were feeling."

There was a brief silence and Chloe sighed. Her head was pounding, and she felt sick. All she wanted to do was keep herself in the dark. Every sound, every movement, and every flicker of the light hurt her head and eyes immensely.

"I'm fine..." Chloe sighed, squeezing her eyes shut. "You can go now."

Marinette frowned, her soul almost immediately deflating at Chloe's impassiveness. She reached up, rubbing the back of her neck with a grimace.
She could tell that Chloe was angry, and Marinette didn't want to believe it was because she had deterred her plan to potentially end her life.

"Chloe..." Marinette pleaded, her voice quivering. "I'm here for you. I understand you may be mad at me for calling an ambulance, but you should know that you're not here to do it alone." Marinette paused, pressing her lips together as Chloe simply turned away.

Her eyes widened, and her heart shattered instantly, but somehow she remained obdurate. Something in her moral code told her that to leave Chloe wasn't right.

"Look... a couple of months ago, I was at a bar for a party to celebrate my wedding," Marinette continued, shifting her weight. "I... I got drunk and careless, someone approached me and asked for a dance and so I foolishly agreed..." Marinette breathed, her heart racing as she had started to struggle with keeping herself together.

The fact that she knew about Adrien waiting for her on the other side made the situation all the scarier.

She was embarrassed, she was afraid, but the more she thought about it, the more she tried to tell herself that it wasn't her shame to bear.

Someone thought it was okay to take advantage of her and attempt to assault her while completely inebriated and vulnerable. She shouldn't have to be the one who was embarrassed about something like that.

It simply wasn't her fault
Any decent human being wouldn't have done that.

"S-Someone tried to assault me in the back room. I know I try to block out some of it-" Marinette sputtered, shuddering at the way her words sounded coming out of her mouth. "But even I find myself thinking about horrible, horrible things regarding that night."

Her fists clenched, her blue eyes remaining on Chloe as the blonde slowly turned in her bed to face her.

There was a sliver of hope that Chloe couldn't be too mad at her. Marinette wouldn't think that reacting fast to her declining health wasn't the worst thing Marinette had ever done in her life.

Perhaps there was a chance that Chloe would finally listen to her. She'd open up, speak to someone about her struggles, and potentially get help to lead a better life.

"My point is-" Marinette prompted, clearing her throat. "That if I can find the courage to speak about it, there's still a possibility to turn your life arou-"

"You're not the only one who suffers from trauma, Marinette," Chloe interjected sharply, her voice cold. "I asked you to leave, so you should leave. I'm not going to talk about anything and I didn't ask for anyone's help, especially yours..."

Marinette froze, her skin growing cold at Chloe's abrasiveness. Her cheeks grew warm with embarrassment and it was only then that Marinette had truly felt defeated.

"Okay, I'm sorry," she murmured timidly. "I hope I didn't step on your toes, I will leave you alone..." her voice trailed off softly.

Marinette sighed, her heart squeezing inside of her chest as she could feel Adrien approach her from behind.
His fingers gently laced within hers, tugging her closer to him. The young woman stumbled into him, her eyes remaining on Chloe even as he lightly tugged her out of the room.

She couldn't get her out of her head.
Perhaps it was a bad idea to relive her drama and Adrien was right all along.
But Marinette couldn't understand it.
What could she have possibly done for Chloe to not hate her?

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Marinette stared down into her glass of water as she sat on the barstool of her kitchen island.

She scolded herself for her inevitable ineptitude. She almost felt embarrassed, for opening up to Chloe like that with a positive mindset, only to be shut down almost immediately.
It was almost like she had worked up all that courage to talk about it, all for nothing.

She felt so defeated.

The more she thought about things, the more she realised how vulnerable she actually was. Things were getting to her, and now that she had time to think about everything, Marinette felt guilty for being alive.

She wasn't able to help Chloe in the way she wanted to, she had to shut down Luka despite his poetic love confession, she was sure that Kagami hated her guts and in fact, probably wished she was dead. Alya's baby shower was completely ruined, Marinette was nearly assaulted at her own party to celebrate her marriage, her parents wanted grandchildren that she could not provide and Marinette was still shaken that she had to shut down the first person she's ever been with. She hadn't seen him for so long and she gave him so much of her life, just so he could show up out of the blue as if the things he did, didn't completely destroy her.

Adrien stood across from her, his green eyes staring into his glass of water as well.

Just like Marinette, he couldn't stop thinking as well. He couldn't get the sound of Kagami's voice out of his head. The fact that she was leaving Paris had shaken him. True, she had lied to him and shattered his trust, but at one point she was all he knew. What she had said before was utterly true. There were things they did together that existed.

They had a relationship at one point and despite his desire to erase it, those things existed. She was a part of his life, and even though he didn't know what she had been doing at the time, it felt real to him. She taught him everything he knew. Somehow, her leaving Paris felt as if there would be another hole in his life. The fear of that reminded him very much of his mother's disappearance.

He had been thinking too much about how much his father could care less about him, about how he wasn't raised as a child of love and the fact that he couldn't protect Marinette the way he wanted to that night she had bumped into her assailant during her interview.

Adrien still couldn't rid the thought of Kagami and Luka, he couldn't stop thinking about Luka's bold love confession regarding Marinette, and Adrien was depleted completely at the audacity of his cousin who decided return to fuck everything up just as Marinette was finally getting back on her feet.

Life just seemed unfair.

And it certainly wasn't easy.

Neither of them knew just how emotionally and mentally as well as physically exhausting living was.

Marinette pressed her fingertips into the glass and she exhaled with a grimace.

"Do you ever just feel..." Marinette breathed, her voice trailed off as it died into the thick air between them.

"Subjugated?" Adrien asked, finishing off her question with a dry smile. "Yeah..." he sighed, bringing the glass of water to his lips.

Marinette nodded subtly, mocking the gesture as she too pressed the glass of water to her pink lips.

"Kagami told me that she was leaving Paris," Adrien conceded, his heart squeezing within the confines of his chest. Even uttering the words out loud seemed painful to hear.

He scolded himself for being hurt. He wanted to take Marinette's advice and live without any regret, but he wasn't strong enough. He was a lost cause. Adrien had felt so conflicted about his emotions, he wasn't sure what to do with himself.

"You saw Kagami today?" Marinette asked, a small pout forming on her lips as her heart began to sink into the burning acid within her stomach.
Adrien placed the glass down onto the marble top of the island table.

"No, I forgot that she often came to my photoshoots, so she knew a lot about my schedule. I decided to go on break and she showed up just to tell me that she didn't like that I was ignoring her and that she decided to leave Paris because of how badly we ended it."

Marinette pressed her lips together, her fingertips continued to tap alongside the cool glass of her water.
"O-Oh..." she breathed, a small frown forming on her lips.

She didn't want to chase Kagami out of town either and Marinette couldn't help but feel a little sad about that too.
No one should feel like they have to leave their home because of a sour relationship.

"I'm so sorry. I really hope she comes around. She shouldn't leave because of something like that. I think she should learn to give you time, at least give you room to think about whether or not you want to pursue a friendship."

Adrien pressed his palms onto the countertop, placing his weight onto them as he glanced down with a look of subtle contemplation.

"I'm not sure what I want when it comes to her anymore. It's like I don't want to be her friend, but I don't want her to feel like she has to leave because of me either. I'm sad that it turned out this way, but Paris is a big city, she could go anywhere around these streets... I just feel empty somehow."

Marinette subtly nodded as she lowered her eyes back to the countertop. Her blue eyes landed on his hands as they pressed against the marble and she sighed, tracing his wedding band with her eyes.

"I know the feeling. It feels like there's some sort of void in me..." Marinette conceded shamefully. "Like... there are times I feel desperate for something to fill them, or I'd feel incomplete. The pain becomes unbearable."

Adrien glanced up at her, his green eyes sought hers and he bit his lip. He remained silent, his mind racing at a million miles a minute.

Would it be pathetic to admit that he was feeling the same way? It was such a stupid notion, but with everything happening, Adrien discovered voids from his past and his potential future.
How could things seem so promising at first glance, and then get completely torn down?

It seemed cruel.

He lowered his head, slowly moving away from the countertop so that he could drop his hands to his sides.

Marinette felt desperate. She had felt this way before, and her mind reverted back to the cruel wanting that brewed deep inside of her. She longed to be held, she longed to be loved, she had hoped that Adrien could somehow fill those voids that she couldn't stand to feel anymore. This was one of the many cases where Marinette craved Adrien's undivided attention.

"Can you have sex with me?" She asked, her words slipping from her lips without even thinking.

Adrien glanced up at her, a small smile tugging on his lips as he offered her a lightheaded chuckle. It was indeed a random and out of the blue question, but he found it amusing.

"I'm not sure. Are you supposed to ask so casually?" He asked, crossing his arms tautly across his chest with a lift of a brow.

Marinette blushed at the teasing lilt of his voice and she immediately glanced back down into her water timidly.
"S-Sorry. It came out wrong. I thought that somehow trying to integrate into one another would help fill the emptiness and the voids we were both feeling," she breathed, immediately pressing the glass of water to her lips.

Adrien ran his thumb through the inside of his upper lip before rubbing his digit on to his chin.

"Wouldn't it be better to have our voids filled before doing anything like that? It seems as though the foundation would be stronger if we were both happy and then we brought our happiness to one another. I want our relationship to feel fulfilled, I don't know if using each other to fill the voids we have would solidify our genuine feelings for one another. I think we deserve better than that," Adrien explained, keeping his voice calm as Marinette placed the glass down onto the marble top.

Marinette pressed her lips together, running her tongue behind her lips before she shifted into her seat.
"What if I told you that I want to have sex with you because I trust you. What if I told you that I'm not doing this to fill a void, but because I feel ready? What if I just want to have sex with you? Would you deny me if I asked?" She asked, her blue eyes moving up to his green eyes.

She steadied her breathing and she clutched onto her cup even tighter as her heart began to pick up the pace.
Adrien furrowed his brow, his gaze remaining firm on her.
He managed to crack a smile but wasn't sure if Marinette was being serious or not.

"Don't be silly, my ladybug. You aren't ready. I thought these are things you're supposed to know... don't you?" He asked, his own heart racing relentlessly at the thought of finally making love to Marinette.
Marinette slowly moved her glass of water to the side of the countertop and she climbed off the bar stool.

The young woman moved closer towards him, her breath growing rigid at the smell of his cologne and the warmth of his skin.
She reached for his hand, her fingers delicately lacing into his and she looked up at him.
Adrien was completely taken, his chest feeling tight at the immaculate blue eyes that sought his in the dim light of their kitchen. He could feel the warmth of her skin, and from their close proximity, Adrien swore he could count every single freckle on her beautiful pale skin.

He parted his lips as he could feel her trembling as she took his hand, and it took everything inside of him not to take her lips right then and there.
"I want to..." she breathed softly. "I want to learn with you. I want to do this with you," Marinette whispered, her hand only squeezing around his.

She leaned into him, her lips parting as she pressed a gentle kiss to his neck. She closed her eyes, exhaling as Adrien naturally wrapped his arms around her and drew her closer.
He closed his eyes, turning his head towards her so that he could press gentle kisses to her warm cheek. He furrowed his brow, holding her closer against him as he simply longed to feel her against him.

"Okay..." he breathed. "Let's try it..."

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His heart wouldn't calm down. The sight of her beneath him was ravishing.

His mind was a blur, and he recalled her guiding him up to their bedroom.
Her hands trembled as she slipped them beneath the soft fabric of his shirt. She searched his body, her digits running along the soft planes of his chest before they slipped beneath the band of his jeans.

He had kissed her senseless, holding her on to the bed while they eagerly shed their clothes, and yet here she was beneath him, shaking like a leaf in a gale.

Her legs were parted, resting onto either side of his hips, and her hand was tucked between her thighs. Her dark hair sprawled against the white pillows beneath her, and her blush traveled down to her chest and shoulders.

She parted her lips, her breath rigid as her chest rose and fell with each inhale and exhale. Her eyes remained on his, and there was a tight feeling inside of his chest.

Were they really going to do this?

Marinette felt like this whole thing was a dream. One moment she was kissing him until she couldn't feel her face, and the next moment she was lying beneath him, both of them completely naked.

If someone had told her from the beginning that the person she was contracted to wed who had a girlfriend and had no prior knowledge to her existence whatsoever would end up between her legs, she would have flipped her shit.

The genuine side of her enjoyed his company. She loved the way he treated and handled her. Granted, deep down Marinette felt voids. She desperately needed him in one way or another. She had hoped that finally being held in his arms, she'd find what she was looking for, she'd somehow feel complete. She needed this, it had to fix her somehow.

"Are you sure about this?" Adrien asked, reaching over to gingerly grab her wrist to draw her hand away from her sex. "You know you can tell me if you aren't ready. I'll stop right away. I won't force you to do anything you don't want to do..."

Marinette pressed her lips together, her heart squeezing in her chest as she nodded. Her face only grew warmer the more she watched Adrien settle between her legs.
"I'm sure..." she murmured softly, biting her lip as his hands gripped onto the bedsheets beneath her.

She needed to be ready.

She just had to be ready.

She exhaled, closing her eyes as Adrien hooked the bend of her knees into the bend of his elbows. He held on to one of her thighs as his other hand released her so that he could guide himself to her entrance.

Marinette gripped on to the sheets, her brow furrowing as she felt him move.

She could do this.
She could do this.
She could do this.
She could do this.

A small gasp emanated from her lips as she felt pressure. She gripped even tighter as Adrien moved his hips, and it was only then that she felt a stinging sensation. She immediately tensed up, her heart racing relentlessly within the confines of her chest.

"Ngh!" Marinette whimpered, immediately pressing her thighs together so that her knees pressed against his chest. "I-It hurts!" She cried out, drawing her hips away from his in a quivering movement.

Adrien blinked only moments before a pillow smacked straight into his face. He sighed, allowing her to move away from him as he reached up to tug the pillow away from his face.

Marinette curled up, pressing her legs together as she gripped on to her own pillow. She buried her face into the fabric, her mind immediately scolding her for pulling away.

She knew that it would hurt at some point, but she didn't think him subtly moving in her would hurt that bad.

It was frustrating.

She was incredibly annoyed with herself for being such a baby.
Adrien frowned, seeing Marinette trembling from beneath him. From his perspective, he had barely just made it inside of her before she had moved away and thrown a pillow at him.

He lightly lay beside her, deciding that it simply wasn't going to happen that night. Adrien closed his eyes, pressing his lips against her shoulder with a grimace.

"Your skin isn't warm anymore..." he whispered, reaching over to tug the blanket over their bodies.
Marinette pressed her lips together, her chest feeling tight as her feelings of ineptitude finally washed over her completely.

She wanted to do this so badly.

But why couldn't she? She couldn't understand. She thought that if she wanted herself to do it, if she wanted to feel whole, if she wanted to feel loved, she could do this.
But why couldn't she actually do it?

She exhaled, her brow furrowing as tears pooled at the edges of her eyes. She gripped on to the pillows, feeling completely defeated and frustrated as Adrien carefully wrapped his arms around her and drew her delicately towards him.

"Why can't we do it?" Marinette asked, her voice quivering, as she trembled in his arms. "I wanted to do it... why can't we do it?"

Adrien frowned, hearing the tremble in her voice and knew right away that she was upset with herself for not being able to go through what she had said she was wanting since they left the kitchen. He closed his eyes, pressing gentle kisses to the back of her neck with a soft hum.

"Because we were doing it for all the wrong reasons. It just comes down to the fact that you aren't ready, and you shouldn't force yourself to do something you aren't ready to do. Don't beat yourself up over it. When that time comes, it comes. You don't have to worry about anything, just let it happen naturally," Adrien murmured, resting his chin against her shoulder and lightly brushing his cheek against hers.

Marinette sniffled, her tears spilling from her cheeks as she leaned into him. All she wanted to do was hide.
She was incredibly disappointed with herself.
"Are you upset? That we couldn't even after I said that we could?" Marinette asked in a broken whisper, her eyes closing as she tried to keep the remaining tears inside of her eyes.
Adrien squeezed her reassuringly, keeping her pressed against his body.

"Of course I'm not disappointed," he murmured softly. "As I said before, I've never done it before and I'm not sure what I should be expecting, but I'm willing to wait until you're completely ready. I want it to feel as good for you as it would for me. I think that's the real pleasure of it all... to make sure you're comfortable and feeling good." Adrien turned his head in towards her neck, pressing gentle kisses to her skin.

Marinette sniffled, her heart squeezing in her chest as she finally exhaled. Her mind still nagged her for being in such an embarrassing and compromising position but she was grateful that Adrien understood.

He always understood, ever since the very first time she found herself tangled in him.

Whether it be from when she accidentally sent him a photo in her bikini, or when she slammed the door in her face when he caught her singing and simply when she had climbed on top of him that night they were both drunk.

She reached down, her fingertips brushing against his forearms as they remained around her and she bit her lip.

"Thank you, Adrien..." she whispered, hoping that in her heart she would know the time she was finally ready to have him.