Hello and welcome to this one-shot.
This time I commit to this staying a one-shot and not becoming a full out story.
I'm going to try and write lost of fluff about these two before the 14th, and maybe even after. So stay tuned!
MLB
"I cannot take this anymore, Adrien. You don't tell me were you go, have phone calls you don't want me to hear, and now you forgot our anniversary today. I am done being patient. You can keep the car and the house. Goodbye."
A box with a golden ring and a moderate diamond fell out of his hand, as the voice mail stopped playing.
Adrien's hand flew over his mouth, as he stumbled backwards, his back hitting the wall, tears were starting to gather in his eyes.
No. No. This couldn't be happening.
He took a deep breath, his hand shaking as he clicked on her smiling face, before pressing call.
The phone rang.
Once.
Twice.
Thrice.
Ten times before it stopped.
"The number your trying to call is out of use." The robotic voice informed him, as he tried again.
And again.
And again.
It had only been fifteen minutes later when Adrien had gotten called, without even looking at the caller ID, he answered.
"Hello?" He asked, frantic, his hand in his hair. He desperately hoped to hear the voice of who was supposed to be his soon to be fiancée.
But instead a slightly gruff voice answered. "Hello, I'm Dr. Fuller and I'm calling because your girlfriend, Ms. Dupain-Cheng has had an accident. You're her emergency number."
The blond felt his face blanch. "I uhm, can I come to see her?"
Not even a minute later, Adrien stepped into the car, speeding his way through Paris, to the hospital.
And within twenty minutes he was running through the hospital in search of Marinette.
His mind was reeling as his heart pounded in his ears.
This was all his fault, he had made her feel so neglected and unwanted, simply because he had to make something perfect, while he knew she didn't need or want that.
She had just wanted his love.
And he should've given it to her.
He finally found the room he was looking for and opened the door, not caring for the doctor and nurse that were in the room with them.
He went up to her side and carefully took her hand as she looked at him, drowsely, her eyes shone less bright than he had ever seen them before.
"God, Marinette I'm such an idiot, I'm so so sorry..." He said as she squeezed his hand a little.
"Adrien." She spoke quietly, her hand going up to meet his face, resting on his jaw. She looked at him in pain, yet he didn't know if it was directed towards his actions or the blow from the incident.
He put his hand on top of hers, holding it there tightly, her hand lacked it's usual warmth.
He looked at her with teary eyes, he was slightly aware of the doctor leaving the room, but he had never cared less.
"I shouldn't have been so caught up into planning tonight." He told her, honestly. "I should've told you I care more than anything. I'm sorry." Tears were slowly descending his cheeks as the hand still cupping his face rubbed it away.
"T-... Tell me about it." She said, a little weakly. "Tell me about tonight."
He took her hand of his face and lightly kissed it. "As you wish, princess." He smiled a little at her with fond eyes.
"I was going to take you out to the Eiffel Tower... All the way to the highest deck, like we used to." He saw her smile at the memory of their years of being Paris' heroes, thus giving him the confidence he needed to go on. "There would be a table, with some of your mum's special cooking, there's be a lot of flowers and lights there, too."
He looked at their intertwined hands, before looking up at her, there was a loving smile across her face.
"And we would have a nice dinner, together... and we'd watch the sun set, into a beautiful twilight, although that twilight would have nothing on you and your beauty." He looked up at her in a sly gaze, grinning, to see her flushed, yet pale, face. "And I'd look at you, telling you the same thing I said just now, before standing up from the place we were just sitting.
"I'd take my phone, and we listen to some soft music, dancing to the song, bodies pressed close together. You'd be illuminated by the fairy lights on the tower, we'd share a kiss. And then,"
He said, his hand reaching for the little box in his trousers pocket. "I'd grab this box," He let go of her hand, getting onto one knee. "And I get down, and give you a speech on how amazing you are and how much I love you, and that I'd never want to lose you, before," He opened the box. "Opening it."
"Will you marry me, My Lady?"
Marinette looked at him in complete and utter shock, her hand had gone over her mouth. "Yes." She said and nodded her head yes, but somehow she seemed like she was trying to keep in her laughter.
"What's wrong?" He asked, as she pointed at the box he was holding.
He followed her gaze only to realize that the ring wasn't there.
His palm fled to give his forehead a smack. "I forgot it at home when I dropped the box."
He saw her giggling behind her hand as he shoulders shook a little.
"All right, can I do this again later? When I do have the ring?" He pleaded, smiling apologetically at her.
"You may." She said, just as a nurse entered, Adrien got up and they shared a kiss, and as they broke away from eachother, the nurse smiled at them.
"I see the love is in the air." The nurse smiled kindly at the love sick adults. "Good news, Miss."
"Are they-?"
The nurse nodded before adding. "You have a mild concussion, though, besides that you're completely fine. You can leave tonight."
"Good, thank you." Marinette replied, and even though she seemed extremely happy and delighted at his proposal, she now seemed even more glad.
The nurse left and they were all alone again. "Adrien," She said, to which he reponded with a soft hum.
"I don't want to get married to you," She carefully told him, and his heart plummeted to his feet. "At least, not now..." She added and he looked up, hopeful, to meet her slight grin.
"Why... not?" He asked.
"Because I'd like to fit into my dress." She told him, to which he tilted his head.
His eyebrows furrowed. "But you-" He stopped mid sentence, his eyes going to her belly. "Are you?"
She nodded with tear filled eyes. "We are."
He inhaled sharply as his legs felt like jelly, he fell to his knees, holding her hands, placing a kiss on top of them. "I love you."
"I love you more."
