WE A'GUESS'TE IT!

Our story yesterday reached over 5,000 views and 256 comments within the first thirty minutes of posting making it our biggest news story to date. Due to the nature of the photographs posted from the Collége Françoise DuPont's 65th Anniversary celebration 'Mode Mania's' servers were on the brink of crashing.

It seems 'Adrica' are not pregnant and apparently it is a touchy subject for the model. It had been believed that Vivica Agreste, 23, was pregnant with hers and Adrien Agreste's, 24, first child, however there was neither a confirmation or a denial from Vivica or Adrien's publicist's meaning the world continued to think the number two 'it couple' were expecting the pitter patter of tiny footprints in their not so distant future.

However, the recent photographs of Vivica drinking at the event sparked a numerous amount of hate comments towards Adrien's wife. Vivica was seen drinking glass after glass of wine at the event alongside Agreste Family friend Chloé Bourgeois, and it's actually Chloé that has come forward with more details.

'[Vivca] has been wanting to get pregnant for over a year, however it is yet to happen for her. She has spoken to me many times about the heartbreak of trying and not succeeding.'

Adrien has yet to make a statement, though Vivca has made it clear via her social media accounts they haven't given up their fight for a child yet. Vivca posted on Instagram a beautiful picture of herself in a rose gold babydoll déshabillé, with the glow of Adrien's golden hair behind her looking thoughtfully out the window and away from the camera. The caption proves they haven't given up on trying just yet.

'If at first you don't succeed, try, try again.

We are wishing you all the luck in the world, beautiful lady, and we are sure it'll happen when the time is right, and while you're waiting enjoy the fun which comes with trying.

In other news, Félix Graham de Vanily, 24, graced the scene amongst f Paris' most famous, at the 'Fashion Boutiques' gala in place of his cousin, Adrien Agreste. Crowds were wowed by Félix's attire as he showed off a new and improved 'Agreste' style, bringing the most dated tuxedo's into the modern day market.

Crowds of fans were left speechless as Félix announced himself, many believing he was none other than his A-List actor cousin. It seems without talking to the fashion connoisseur you wouldn't be able to tell the difference, especially from the back and side.

So 'Mode Mania' readers what we want to know is can you tell the difference between the two cousins? Play the game below to see if you know your Agreste from your Graham de Vanily.

•••••

Adrien
What are you up to?

Marinette
Are you sexting me again Mr Agreste?

Adrien
If I was, would you send me a picture?

Marinette
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Adrien
That rack is hot

Marinette
That's a terrible spice pun! I should have seen it cumin really.

Adrien
You're in denial. You cayenne-ot believe how good my puns are.

Marinette
You're definitely spice-ing up my day.

Adrien
It's cool out, and I'm feeling a little bit chilli, how about you come and warm me up?

Marinette
What thyme would you like me over?

Adrien
Don't play games with my Miss Dupain-Cheng, I'm lonely and bored.

Marinette
Well if at first you don't succeed you'll have to chive, chive and chive again.

Marinette laughed to herself, Chat Noir's influence was rubbing off on her and her puns were most certainly getting better - if she did say so herself. She read back through Adrien's messages, the stirring in her stomach was more than just the need for some food.

"I know that face," Sabine Cheng sat down opposite her daughter in a little cafe just south of the river Seine. Once a month it was mother daughter day; same day, same cafe and usually same order. Marinette looked over the menu and decided to mix it up a little. Instead of her usual Greek salad, she had ordered a warm tartine mozzarella.

Yesterday when she arrived home she was numb. She couldn't even call Alya. She'd technically been fired ... but fired in advance. Peyton had set her up with a rather nice pay package for when her work had ended, however it was still strange to think she'd been let go. Something wasn't adding up and she couldn't work it out. Her usual super skills let her down when she needed them most.

"Who's the guy?" Sabine asked, her knowing smile indicating that her daughter was not getting away with this.

"What makes you think it's a guy? It could just be Alya."

"Marinette, you haven't looked this distracted since you were a teenager and Adrien used to -" her mother tethered off before her eyes widened and she looked at Marinette with concern and sorrow. "Oh, Marinette!"

'Oh Marinette', what did that mean?

She watched her mother scoot around the table, taking one of Marinette's hands into her own. She patted it soothingly on the top and all Marinette could do was watch. What was going on?

"You know, you spent most of your teen years building up this picture perfect future with Adrien, and I know you were devastated when he announced his engagement to Vivica, but do you really think it's a good idea to become the other woman?"

"The other ... what?"

"How long have you two ... you know?"

"How long have we ... what? Maman, you're not making any sense."

Sabine took a deep breath and let it out. "I hope you're at least being safe when you have sex with him, for the time being anyway. It wouldn't do either of you any favours to get knocked up at the same time as his wife. Oh, Marinette, what a mess! I thought you had more sense than this."

Marinette stared dumbfounded at her mother before bursting out laughing. Uncontrollable, loud laughter causing her to grab her stomach in desperate need to control herself.

"Maman, I'm not having sex with Adrien. We've only just started talking again after not seeing each other for years."

"You don't need to lie to me sweetheart, I've seen the pictures in the paper, and I understand you have hormones. You're both very attractive people and I know you get on extremely well."

Marinette just wanted to shrivel up in a ball and hide in the corner. She did not want to be having a conversation about her sex life with her mother. They were open with each other, but this ... well, they were sitting in a busy cafe talking about the fact Marinette might be sleeping with a married man, nothing about this was ok.

"Maman, for the last time, me and Adrien are not having ..." she lowered her voice into a hushed whisper, "sex."

"Are you on birth control?" Marinette's mouth dropped open as she looked at her maman. Did she really not believe what her own daughter was saying? "Even if you and Adrien aren't doing the naked boogaloo, you haven't dated anyone since Dominic and me and your father are getting older. Maybe if Adrien was single -"

"I'm 24 maman, I'm not exactly about to hit the menopause."

"Shirley's daughter started when she was 26. She only managed to have one child when she wanted four. Poor girl."

"So what did you want me to do? Drop my birth control and go around having unprotected sex to get knocked up and supply you with grand babies."

Marinette pulled her hand from her mother's. What kind of weird intervention was this? Did her father know what was going on?

"I'm just saying it's about time you settled down, you know, starting thinking about your future and being a bit on the side for a famous model isn't actually what myself and your father had planned for you." Her mother was totally serious about this, and never had Marinette felt so dumbfounded.

"I'm not his bit on the side!" She whispered exasperatedly, her mother just wouldn't stop. "Adrien's not like that. You know him! He's never been like that, and I'm not either. What do you take me for?"

"Good, I'm glad! His wife seems a nasty piece of work though, I wouldn't want to get on the wrong side of her. The way she goes after Ladybug is appalling. I don't know what he sees in her. She's not as attractive as you."

Luckily, at that moment the food arrived and Sabine took her chair back to her side of the table, and the conversation was over. They began to tuck into their meals and Marinette was eternally grateful for the silence that took over. She couldn't look at her mother, not at the moment, did she really think her and Adrien were having an affair?

They sat in silence as they ate, but Marinette could tell her mother wasn't finished yet. The build up of the twitching in Sabine's leg, plus the sly looks she was giving Marinette between bites of her sandwich were not going amiss.

"Just say it," Marinette sighed, placing her cutlery down next to her plate.

"I don't have anything to say. You told me the conversation was over." Sabine kept her eyes on her plate but the tone of her voice told Marinette everything she needed to know, Sabine would make her feel guilty for stopping the conversation before she was ready, she was even doing that 'you don't want to hear, so I'm not saying' head bop.

"Maman, just say it please ... none of this guilt bullshit!"

"Language Marinette! Seriously, I don't know where you've picked up such fool language from. You used to be such a sweet girl."

Marinette rolled her eyes. It's been picked up from ten years of unasked for pressure defending Paris and fending off bad guys whilst wearing a skin tight super suit which stopped her from bingeing on McDonald's Big Mac's and milkshakes.

"Sorry mother!"

"Don't you sorry mother me! I thought we'd brought you up better than this Marinette."

She picked up her fork and pushed some of the food around on her plate.

"Perhaps you just need to relieve some of that pent up tense."

And she dropped the fork causing a loud clatter to echo around the room, the other diners turning their heads to try and see what was going on.

"For the love of God, Maman!"

"If, say, you were sleeping with Adrien, at least you'd give us beautiful grand babies."

A groan left Marinette's lips as she covered her eyes with the palms of her hands.

"Just imagine his hair and your eyes, it's a killer combo!"

"For the last time Maman, I am not having sex with Adrien Agreste! Plus, even if I was, my hair colour is dominant so our child's hair would be black."

"So you have thought about it?"

Her nose let out an unflattering sigh, pushing the plate away and giving up on eating. What the hell was the point!

"What are you going to tell me to do next Maman? Go over to Adrien's, ask him to get his dick out and ride him until I have his semen inside me?"

"At least invite me out for coffee first,"

The mortification was just coming in bulk today. She knew that voice and unfortunately it was the one person she didn't want hearing about her desire to 'ride his dick'. She stilled as her heart jumped to her throat and used all its strength to try and leave her body. This couldn't be happening.

Turning her head, it was confirmed. Adrien Agreste was standing behind her and the smirk on his face added to the twinkle in his eyes told her he'd heard a lot more than she wanted him too.

"Are you stalking me?"

"Marinette!" Her mother scalded her. Seriously fuck her life! Her mother and Adrien was not a combo she wanted to deal with right at the moment.

"Sorry Maman," she huffed, looking at her mother before crossing her arms over her chest and lazing back in the chair. The food was long forgotten.

"Adrien, sweetheart, long time no see. Ignore her, I don't know what adulthood has done to our little Princess."

Adrien laughed and she could have died. Was there anyway out of this place? To be honest, diving out the window sounded like a pretty decent idea at the moment.

"Just the stress of adulthood I'd guess." Adrien replied in greeting to her maman.

Sabine pushed her chair back, standing to wrap Adrien into a tight hug. The way Adrien had to bend down Marinette was sure the poor guy would have pulled something. Her mother was barely five foot, dwarfed by the BFG size of the Agreste male. Seriously, every guy in that family was about six foot six.

"How are you, M. Cheng? It's been quite a while."

"Not long enough," Marinette whispered, her mother giving her the side eye and the non-verbal symbol to shut up or be ready for additional embarrassment.

"About three years, I think it was Marinette's 21st birthday the last time we saw you." Sabine responded, her smile at Adrien was a lot brighter than any she'd received today. Obviously her mother was weighing up the genetics their children would have.

As Marinette watched Adrien rub at the back of his neck, she grabbed her drink hoping the action of having a swig would stop her from blurting out something stupid.

"The best night of my life." As the words left his mouth, so did Marinette's water... from her mouth ... all over the table.

"For God sake, Marinette. What is wrong with you?" Sabine scalded her daughter, as she grabbed a napkin and began to dab the mini puddles from the tablecloth.

Marinette turned to Adrien giving him what she'd consider a 'stink eye'.

"Well, I suppose I should leave you beautiful ladies for your lunch." Adrien dropped Marinette a wink, as Sabine let out a girlish giggle. Honestly, she'd need to have words with her mother.

"Oh, Adrien, don't run so fast. I'd love for you to stay for a drink. Have you eaten yet?"

Marinette turned her glare to her mother and she swore her eye was twitching, if Adrien had any sense he wouldn't placate her with her not so subtle hint.

"I haven't actually,"

"Then pull up a seat, it would be lovely to catch up. I'm sure Marinette wouldn't mind either." Her mother was seriously pushing it now. She had nothing against Adrien, actually she had a lot for Adrien, which was exactly why she needed preparation time for the next time he saw him. This unexpected meeting was not in the day's plan.

Marinette watched as Adrien found a spare chair and dragged it over to the table, seating himself between her and her mother. It was a good thing to be honest as Marinette was close to diving over the table and throttling her mother.

"So, Adrien, how are you? I hear you're going to be a father."

Marinette could only cover her face. This was too much! Way too much.

"Actually, Vivica isn't pregnant, it was just the media gossiping and making up their own stories. We're in the middle of a divorce at the moment, we separated quite a while ago."

Removing her hands, she looked towards Adrien before looking at her maman, her mother reached forward and placed a hand delicately over Adrien's in an act only a mother would do.

"Oh, I am sorry Adrien, I didn't realise."

"It's no worries, there's not a lot I can't say at the moment because of certain legalities, but it wasn't a marriage of love, more of a favour to my father."

Marinette sat in shock. She couldn't believe how honest and open he was with her mother. Everyone knew Sabine Dupain-Cheng wasn't a gossip, and you could tell her anything in confidence, but Adrien hadn't seen her in three years.

"Oh, Adrien, I am so sorry."

"Yeah, so am I," he sighed, taking a fleeting glance towards Marinette, before focusing back on Sabine, "unfortunately I lost someone I cared about because of it."

Sabine moved forward wrapping her arms around Adrien again, before suddenly standing. "I'll be right back, just need to visit the little girls room."

Like the well trained gentleman he is, Adrien stood as Sabine exited the room, before seating himself back down and looking directly into her eyes.

•••••

He knew he was going to have it, but he just couldn't help himself. They'd been flirting again that morning over text, well he at least thought it was flirting, so when he saw Marinette in the café he just couldn't help himself. He had to go in and see her, he just wished he'd spotted that Sabine was there too.

"What are you doing here, Adrien?" Her voice was a mix between disbelief, and annoyance and he wasn't quite sure how to play this.

"I know it's like I'm stalking you, but I swear I'm not. I was just walking past and I saw you." She raised an eyebrow at him and crossed her arms over her chest. Marinette Dupain-Cheng had entered defence mode. "Are you okay? I thought things were better between us. I'm sorry if I've made you feel uncomfortable."

Marinette sighed, and his heart picked up speed. If suddenly all the effort and time he'd put into correcting these past mistakes were for nothing he had no idea what he'd do. He really thought things were on the up between them. Her body seemed to relax, and he braced himself for what she would say next, a slight squint in his eye.

"I'm sorry, you haven't done anything. It was just I had a bad day yesterday and now my maman, and you turned up when I was talking about wanting to ride you." She covered her eyes and let out a groan. "And now I'm mentioning it again," she responded slightly flustered.

He couldn't help but laugh, she was acting adorable, and to be honest what she'd said had done a lot for his ego. He liked the idea of her riding him, but he'd keep that to himself for now, she had been through enough.

"Marinette," he stretched out and removed her hands from her eyes, "it's okay, I promise. It won't be mentioned again and I can go if you want me to."

He went to stand only to be stopped by Marinette's hand on his forearm. "Stay." She said, and the look in her eyes was one he'd dreamed of for years. One of acceptance.

"Are you sure? I don't want to impose on you, especially if you're not in the mood for company."

"Adrien, it's fine, honestly. I'm actually really happy to see you, though I may not seem it at the moment, I really am." He settled back down into the chair, a soft smile gracing his lips as he looked at her. God, she was gorgeous. Everything about her was undeniably wonderful.

"I'm glad to see you too. So, what are you up to this afternoon? Would you fancy taking a walk or checking out some sights?"

"Well, I'm meant to have my regular mother daughter afternoon, but considering my mother has just bailed on me, I think I'm free."

Adrien noticed Marinette was looking towards the entrance. Turning his head he caught the back of Sabine's perfect hair as the smaller woman scurried out of the café like someone had told her everything was half off at the 'Agreste' flagship store. He knew the woman was stealthy, but he didn't know she could move that fast.

"Is your mother setting us up?" He looked back at Marinette knowing his eyes were sparkling with amusement. How could they not be? He'd just been dined and dashed by his friend's mother, and he hadn't even ordered yet.

"I think she is," Marinette laughed, "she even made it out before the bill arrived. Cheeky shit!"

Adrien placed a hand over his mouth, covering the stifled laugh at Marinette calling her mother unprofound names. "I'm quite sure she wouldn't be impressed with you calling her that."

"She dined and dashed, Adrien, she's lucky that's all I'm calling her." Pulling out her phone, Adrien scooted over to see what she was typing, happy to know she still had the Chat Noir cover on the phone. He watched the frantic movement of her thumbs as she typed a rather explicit message to her mother.

"You can't send that!" Adrien reeled back in shock. He couldn't even repeat the words she was sending to her mother, just the thought made him blush an unholy shade of red.

Marinette smirked, hitting the send button. "You need to live a little Agreste." She turned the phone away from him and began to speed type, again. He attempted to sneak a peek of what she was writing, only for her to hit the power off button and slam her phone down on the table. She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned her forearms onto the table giving him a rather nice and unobstructed view of her cleavage. Was she doing that on purpose?

His phone vibrated in his pocket and he watched Marinette raise an eyebrow in challenge. So that was what she was doing?

"Go on, read it! I dare you."

Not sure whether he was excited, or incredibly nervous he took the phone out and placed it on the table in front of them. It buzzed again, lighting up with Marinette's name. She glared at him straight in the eye and he was sure he was beginning to sweat. It was just a message ... he could do this.

"I - um -" he coughed, unsure what to do.

"Do you want me to read it out loud? The senior group over there are having a great time eyeing us up, I'm sure they'd love my message." Her eyebrow rose in defiance and suddenly the phone became the centrepiece of a game of chicken.

They both stretched out at the same time, aiming to grab the phone and grabbing each other's hands instead, at the exact point a flash went off behind them.

"Shit!" Adrien said, standing up and looking to where the light had come from. Standing near the doorway, held by the café's security, was someone he didn't expect to see again, he thought the point had been made back at Kim's wedding.

Standing up, he walked over his eyes to the man he despised almost as much as his father, soon-to-be ex-wife, his father's assistant and Lila Rossi. Geez, the list seemed to be ever growing at the moment.

He knew Marinette would be behind him, and he wanted nothing more than to protect her. He wished he was his alter ego right now. No one would dare mess with Chat Noir.

"Hand it over." Adrien said, his hand out straight indicating for Dominic to place the phone in it.

"Why? Don't want the world to see you're cheating on your wife with my fianceé?"

"Ex-fianceé," Marinette said from behind Adrien. As much as he wanted to turn and show his support, his eyes remained firmly on the man in front of them.

"I'm going to ask again, either hand it over or delete the picture."

"What are you going to do if not Agreste? You do realise you're not a real life hero." Adrien let out a laugh, a laugh that just wouldn't stop. If only Dominic knew who he was messing with.

"Fine, let's see what the Police nationale says. I'm sure stalking your ex is something they'd be really interested in hearing about."

Adrien watched Dominic's face pale, this guy really lacked brains. He tried to dish it out but couldn't think of the bigger picture. "Fine!" He hissed through his gritted teeth, showing Adrien his gallery and then deleting the pictures. "Happy now!"

"Marinette," Adrien said, turning slightly so she was in his peripheral vision, "grab our things, we're leaving." He watched her walk back to the table, slight fear etched on her face before he looked back at Dominic. "Stay away from Marinette. I have a lot of friends in high places and I would hate to see you on the wrong side of them, after all, Chat Noir can't always be controlled."

Dominic laughed in Adrien's face. "You really want me to believe you know Chat Noir? Please, I know you're rich and famous but Paris' heroes?" Dominic started laughing again, stopping suddenly when he looked into Adrien's eyes.

"Do you really want to take that chance?" Adrien responded, venom lacing his voice.

The two began to stare neither wanting to be the first to blink. Adrien was the first to fold when Marinette's hand was back on his arm. "Let's go," she said. Her eyes firmly placed on her ex. They began to walk over the door, only for Dominic to shout after them.

"It's not over Marinette, I'm not ready to let you go."

Adrien placed a hand on her lower back, leading them away from the scene without looking back.

"What the fuck did you see in that guy?" Adrien asked once they were a safe enough distance away. He didn't know where they were heading but he was following her lead. The chiffon of her pink skirt flapping around wildly due to the speed of her steps.

"I don't want to talk about it," she mumbled, her steps continuing to make it hard for him to keep up.

"Marinette," he called, attempting to get her to slow down a little, but she kept moving, if anything she was speeding up. "Marinette!" He broke into a jog moving alongside her noticing that they'd made it to her neighbourhood.

She didn't speak a word. Just carried on to her apartment block where, once again, some random person let them in. He grumbled about the security as he followed her up to her floor and into her apartment. He used the fact that she'd left the door open as an invite into the small but pretty apartment.

He turned and closed the door behind him before turning back to the lounge. The impact of a small body grabbed hold of him, clutching onto the shirt on his back like he was her lifeline, and he couldn't help the selfish desire to think that he was.

•••••

Marinette was glad Adrien had taken the open door as an invite. The recent head to head with Dominic had freaked her out, and knowing he was back trying to get into her life was oddly unsettling. She was a hero yet this scared her, after all, the villains she fought had a purpose, humans were unpredictable.

The past few days had begun to drown her in her own thoughts. From the protectiveness of Adrien during the shoot in Prague, the conversation with Chat Noir, the anniversary party, Vivica, her firing, her mother ... just thing after thing was piling on top and she was petrified that at some point the whole thing was going to come tumbling down. There's no way it wouldn't.

She'd finally hit her max with the altercation with Dominic that had happened in the café, so here she was gripping to the one person she was adamant she'd never let back in her life, clinging onto him like he was the meaning of life. Grabbing hard against his top, she clutched the fabric in her hands, bunching it and pulling it taut, glad that he wasn't pushing her away. She wouldn't cope if he did.

She heard him muttering something over her unattractive sobs, his lips pressing firmly into her hair as he held her just as tightly. Did he feel that same way about her?

She felt herself being moved backwards, finally colliding with something and falling onto what she believed was her sofa. He hadn't let go, and neither had she. She didn't want to admit it, but this felt right, this felt how she believed being with a loved one should feel, this felt like her hugs with Chat Noir.

"Are you okay? Can I get you anything?"

She lifted her head to see Adrien looking down at her, his eyes full of worry. He looked like he'd bring her anything she wanted, including the sun and the moon.

"No," she sighed, letting the breath she'd held escape in ragged sounds. She probably looked a mess now, but the way he was staring she could have been the clearest diamond in the universe.

"I don't mind, just say it and I'll get it."

She laughed, of course he would do something like that. "Honestly I'm fine, it's just been a crazy couple of weeks and I'm about to start on my period so ... " her face lit up with the power of a thousand suns. Why the hell had she just told him she was about to start her period?

Adrien shifted awkwardly on the sofa, moving away from her a little and causing the once electrified air between them to disappear into a giant nothingness. "Oh, um, okay ... so it's - um - hormonal tears?" His eyebrows scrunched up and he looked so far out of his depths she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"You know, it's rude to laugh at people," Adrien said, faking a huff and turning his head. The whole drama caused her laughter to increase and now she was pretty much doubled over on her sofa with her head in his chest.

"Adrien, stop! Please! How can you be so uncomfortable when you've been married - to a woman - for three years?"

"I take back what I said the other night, you're not perfect or wonderful, you're just mean."

He looked into her tear filled eyes, happy that the wetness was because of her laughter rather than her pain. He loved to see that smile grace her face, it was perfection personified, and he was sure there was no one in the universe that was as unique and glorious as Marinette Dupain-Cheng. He stretched up a hand and swiped his thumb underneath her eyes, capturing the wetness and removing it from her lower lids.

"You learn to like someone when you find out what makes them laugh; but you can never truly love someone until you find out what makes them cry!"

"That's really corny," she said, closing her eyes as Adrien continued wiping the tears from underneath. The smoothness of his thumb caressing her skin in the most luxurious way.

"It's true though," his thumb moved down her cheek, ending under her chin, a shiver travelling up and down her spine in the most delicious way. Their eyes remained fully connected, as she bit down on her lower lip, his own throat moving with the thickness of want and lust.

Stretching his thumb under her bottom lip, she felt him tug, causing her teeth to release its grip and allow him to move the pad of his thumb over her soft plump lower lip. Pulling her confidence together, she pouted her lips, pressing a soft and gentle kiss to his thumb, taking in his gasp as a good sign.

"You shouldn't do things like that, Marinette," his voice was husky with lust and longing, and she couldn't take her eyes away from his. The glowing emeralds seemed to shimmer under the notion of the feelings between them, their glistening and dilating giving her the knowledge that he wanted this as much as she did.

He moved his thumb once more, trailing from the corner of her lips, over the apple of her cheekbone and towards her ear, the rest of his hand and fingers cupping around the back of her head. She could feel the tension in his arm, the slight pressure pulling her in closer towards him. She went willingly, caught up in whatever this atmosphere was that had built up in the past five minute. Had it seriously only been that long?

Marinette placed one hand over his, before grabbing a hold of the front of his tee with the other. She wanted to ... no, she needed to get closer. She needed to taste him, to explore him. She needed to be his ... even if it was just for one night.

What had Chat said to her?

"Maybe check if he is what you want before you end up breaking both your hearts a second time. It's new again, you're procrastinating your old feelings onto him without knowing him now. You might not like the grown up version."

So far she loved the grown up version, maybe even more than the younger more pristine version. He had a little more grit about him, and he oozed confidence he never had as a teen, and she couldn't help but fall for him over and over again. She was beginning to wonder if she'd ever fell out of love with him in the first place.

"If you don't back out now, know that I fully intend to kiss you," his words were music to her ears.

"What are you waiting for then?"

Marinette moved the last couple of inches, cementing her lips to his. Her eyes fluttered shut as she took in the overpowering touch of Adrien. His lips were soft and a thousand times better than what she remembered and God she wanted more. So, so much more. She wanted to explore every slight inch of his mouth with her tongue, before adding her hands into the mix, feeling the heat of his body.

Before she could advance on her thoughts, Adrien pulled away.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, placing his forehead against hers, "you've said time and time again about me being married. I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry for betraying your trust." He kept his hand firmly placed on her face, but disconnected from her forehead, moving back to look her in the eyes.

Marinette shook her head, a small smile gracing it. "I'm not. Listen, Adrien, I think -"

Suddenly, the door to her apartment slammed open and the whirlwind that was Alya Césaire made her way into the living area, eyes red and tear streaked cheeks.

"Oh, um, sorry, I didn't realise -" She wiped under her eyes and looked at Adrien.

He let go of Marinette's cheek, pressing a delicate kiss to the top of her head before standing up and making his way to her door. "I'll see myself out." He walked to Alya, and took her into a hug, melting Marinette's heart with the way he was holding her, as though careful she might break. Obviously he knew this had something to do with Nino, there's nothing else that would bring Alya down.

"Adrien, wait!" Marinette stood and made her way to her room down the hall. Running back she had the selection of clothing she'd borrowed from him ... well almost everything. She met up with Adrien near her front door, Alya since making herself at home on Marinette's sofa.

"I hope you don't mind, I've kind of kept the t-shirt. It's comfy to sleep in." She looked away, embarrassment igniting the darkening of her cheeks again. The way she was going she'd never have to wear blusher ever again.

"I don't mind at all. Perhaps you could send me a picture." He laughed as his bicep was met with a sharp slap from the palm of her hand. "Until next time, Marinette."

"See you later, Adrien."

He lowered his height once more, placing a kiss firmly on her lips. This was definitely where he was aiming for, she had no doubt about it. With one last smile, Adrien opened the door ready to head out. "Make sure you lock the door behind me," Adrien said, looking over his shoulder, "you know I hate how easy it is to get in this building."

She nodded towards him, Alya's uninvited arrival just another person to add to the list of free entries into the apartment building. Maybe Adrien was onto something here. She couldn't remember the last time she willingly let someone up to the apartment where she'd buzzed them in. She also realised people were entering her apartment without even asking.

Adrien made his way down the stairs, Marinette watching every step he took, heart still fluttering from the kiss they'd shared. She didn't know whether to scream, laugh or cry. Her emotions had gone to pot.

Closing the door, she made sure to double check the lock before heading into the lounge and towards Alya. Her friend looked awful, her face pale and black rings underneath her eyes.

It had only been two days since the party and Alya had looked fine then, what had changed?

Walking forward she settled next to her best friend and took one hand in hers, hoping the additional support would give Alya the strength to speak. They sat quietly, Alya's sobs sounding out every now and then, before she heard her friend take in a deep shaky breath.

"I'm pregnant."