"I'm not eating it!"

"Stop being such a baby and just open your mouth."

"If you think it's that tasty, put it in your own mouth."

"God, you're such a fucking baby! Open!"

"No!"

"Adrien?"

"Nope."

Marinette growled, throwing the spoon onto the hospital tray and crossing her arms over her chest. He was being such a child at the moment, she was wondering if there was a naughty step somewhere she could send him too.

"Look!" he suddenly shouted. Once again making her mentally put him in the under 5's category.

He'd moved forward uncomfortably with a wince, one finger pointing and waggling at the screen of the television as Luka and Jagged Stone took to the stage. They looked fantastic. She was the one who'd dressed them after all, so could they expect anything less? Father and son were wearing matching designs, however Jagged was in his usual purple combo and Luka blue.

Marinette watched as they performed their first song, the two working together flawlessly before welcoming Juleka to the stage and Jagged performing a separate song with her. She couldn't have been more thrilled for the once estranged family to suddenly reunite and be stronger than ever, but a small churning in her gut brought her back to the wonderful human being laying (almost) hopeless beside her.

Adrien was making a miraculous recovery, the knife having (luckily) missed all his main internal organs, and yes he was right; if he'd had an appendix...well...he wouldn't anymore; the knife passing right through where it would have lay.

Not only was Adrien now dealing with his own injuries but also that of his mother and father. They were both still deeply set in comas with no guarantee they would ever wake up. Su-Han had offered to take them to the temple to try some remedies there but Adrien was undergoing surgery at the time and Marinette hadn't had a chance to speak to him about it yet. They'd both agreed though it would be for the best.

It had been a week since the attack in the Louvre, a whole week since everyone's worlds were turned upside down and although Adrien had come out a little worse for wear, everyone else was high in spirit from the win.

"I wish we were there," Adrien sighed. He'd dealt with everything like the hero he was, just glad he was able to protect those he loved and be around to start his forever life with his Lady.

Vivica had given him the divorce on the grounds she wasn't arrested alongside Nathalie and Frankie, however it was a complete no brainer. Where Frankie had been created out of bitter emotions and anger, Vivica (though not completely innocent) had been created with compassion. All she wanted was to live a full life beside her two lovers; Lila and Félix. Neither Adrien nor Marinette could wrap their heads around why she'd been created with empathy, but they were grateful she had been.

Félix had proposed to his two lovers the day after the attack, though Lila had taken a rather hard beating mentally. Both Félix and Vivica agreed she needed to see a therapist not only for her lying and anger management issues but also to try and uncover what had happened to her between her bailment and the final battle. She'd clammed up. Completely unwilling to talk to anyone and becoming a shell of herself. As much as Marinette disliked the woman, she wouldn't wish this upon anyone.

Félix had, surprisingly, become a daily visitor to Adrien and though Marinette still didn't trust a centimetre of ground he walked on, it seemed he did actually care a lot about Adrien, and for that she would always be grateful.

"Next year, Minou."

As the music finished on the television Adrien clapped and cheered for his friends before the next act, Clara Nightingale, came onto the screen. Tonight was the 'Gift for Kidz' celebration and both were gutted that they weren't there supporting it, as themselves and their alter egos. Every year they appeared, greeted the children and spent the time dancing and socialising with them. Adrien just prayed they weren't too disappointed by the lack of Ladybug and Chat Noir, however, Ruyko, Viperion and Vespira were doing a great job at filling in.

The friendship group between them had only strengthened over the past week. A secret shared being a key factor to their bond and one Marinette was grateful of. She hadn't left Adrien's side, apart from the obvious toiletry requirements, and it was her friends, her mother and her father that had kept her supplied with clean clothes, entertainment for when Adrien was heavily medicated and asleep, and food. They'd been incredible, and for the first time since that night three years ago, Marinette was happy and calm, she just needed Adrien to heal now so they could start their life together.

"Christopher called earlier," Marinette said. Standing to move the table to the bottom of the hospital bed.

"Oh yeah? How is he?"

"He still loves me, but he's pissed at you. Called you a 'fucking wanker' for taking the attention away from his coming out story. He told me all the press coverage has been pushed to one side because Adrien fucking Agreste saved Ladybug and got stabbed in the process."

Adrien started to laugh, stopping abruptly and clutching over where his stitches lay.

"He's such a dramatic arse."

"He is." Marinette smiled. "But he really hopes you're better soon, apparently there's a delivery of some sort on the way." She shrugged and she sat on the edge of his bed, placing an arm out so he could rest his head on her chest.

"Has he mentioned anything about the movie?" Adrien turned his head to look up at her, his eyebrows pulling together in a wince.

"He did. Apparently the media are going crazy over you, and because of that the movie is getting a lot of talk. From what Christopher told me, Blaise wants to refilm the shots from Argentina because now their hero has a real life scar." Marinette pressed a kiss into his greasy hair and couldn't help wrinkling her nose. She couldn't wait to give him a good, long sponge bath.

"Maybe we can get your sock back."

"And my book?" she stated.

"I don't think so! You have them all at our apartment now."

"But that one —" she froze mid sentence, her mind catching up to what he said. "Our apartment?"

"Well, if we're going to get married and have babies, we kind of need to be living together."

"Is this a proposal? Because if it is, it's shit!"

"Give me a break," he claimed. "I almost died."

"You're also Chat Noir, who covered a rooftop in candles just to tell me you liked me."

"I was 14!" He said exasperatedly, before laughing and clutching his side again. "This is fucking annoying."

"Luka wants us to see a counsellor by the way. He said the amount we swear is unhealthy."

"Yeah, well, he hasn't been through the fucked up shit we have so I will think about it. Is he travelling again once tonight's over?" Adrien asked, rubbing his cheek into Marinette's cleavage, a smug smile on his face. She grabbed his head and moved it away.

"Actually, he's staying in Paris. Nino and Max are working with him for the music on the next game."

"That's great news. I've finally got my jamming bud back."

Marinette giggled knowing how much Adrien loved playing with Luka, the two having regular jam session back in their late teens, before everything got fucked up.

Life over the past few months had been unpredictable, for a start she never thought her ex fiancé would be her bosses sentibeing, and lover. Dominic had grovelled at Marinette's feet for forgiveness, Peyton apologising too. It was a hard on though, Dominic was acting out of character and now he was in control of himself Marinette could understand why she'd fallen for him. He wasn't Adrien, but he was a decent guy and Marinette was happy for them .

Peyton was in the process of closing down the business. After Melissa, her secretary, had been used as the siren, Äte, thanks to the effect of the feather's control, her interest was diverted elsewhere. Melissa getting both a pay rise and a promotion. She was now the proud owner of 'Honey Pie Inc' a company devoted to helping women feel good about themselves and their bodies. Marinette agreed to go back and do some work with them in her free time, when she wasn't designing that was.

With Nathalie incarcerated and Gabriel in a coma, Adrien had been placed in charge of 'Gabriel', which he swiftly handed to Marinette. She had a couple more weeks off to support Adrien and then she'd be starting her role as a designer in the Agreste company. Adrien had tried to persuade her to take the position of head designer, after all he was the acting CEO, but she didn't want that. She wanted time to be with him, to have a family, and also to do her little side endeavours. So even though he begged and pleaded with her, he gave in in the end, realising that babies were better than an overworked wife. Because she would be his wife.

They watched Clara finish up her set with the mighty Miraculous song, watching Rose walk proudly onto the stage, Juleka by her side and their friends standing at the front hooting and hollering. Their group was special and amazing.

"Alya's got an appointment tomorrow," Marinette said, combing her fingers through Adrien's hair. A gentle pull of the knots to give it isn't smoothness once again. "They're going to come and see you after."

Adrien huffed, once again turning his head into Marinette's cleavage. "If they're going to smooch they're not allowed in."

Grabbing his hair tightly, she moved his head backwards once again.

"They've just got back together, leave them alone. You know what we were like."

"If we're not smooching, they're not smooching."

"Who the fuck says smooching these days?" Marinette laughed, looking down at her boyfriend.

"I do!"

She giggled at him, pressing another kiss to his forehead.

"We can smooch if you want to smooch? I just don't want you to hurt yourself."

Adrien moved away a little and looked into her eyes, his own sparkling with amusement.

"What are you waiting for then?"

She didn't need to be asked twice.