Hair pillowed by the bed, black highlighted by dear purple. She snuggled closer, still asleep, and he couldn't help but admire her from where he lay with his wife laying on him.
She looked so gorgeous, almost effortlessly, or rather the effort wasn't for chasing some level of perfection that no one could ever achieve; his fingers ran delicately through her hair, up and down, chasing the purple past where it lay and beyond to where just black relaxes. He loves how even though she isn't model perfect, she's all that he could ever want.
Adrien's used to model perfect, used to facades, but even though she's been to the point where she's nervous, she is so much more than any facade could ever be.
"Daddy, Daddy!" A voice floats into the room, and he can't help how his eyes dart from his wife down to their little girl, a little girl that's holding purple hair dye like a lifeline, "Can we?"
Her brother peeks in from behind her, all innocent eyes and playfulness, and it hurts to tell them, "Only when you're older." Honestly, they're all kinds of adorable, but Adrien knows that they'll only truly understand the hair dye when they're at least a little older. Juleka shifts in his arms, and Adrien's smile turns from their two kids down to her.
She mumbles in her sleep, and Adrien still finds it to be the cutest thing ever in the morning.
"Juleka, honey, the kids are up." He whispers, nudging her lightly, and she shifts only closer to him before her mind processes what he says.
She sits up, bleary eyes from just being asleep finding her two kids with her hair dye in their hands, "Did Daddy tell you when you get older yet?" It still sends a shock of joy to hear that term used for Adrien right through his heart; this is real, and he couldn't be happier than now that it is.
"Yeah, Mommy." Pouts their daughter, and Adrien wonders if there could be a cuter scene than the Agreste household in the morning, a cuter scene than his wife, and their two kids. He somehow doubts it.
Juleka gets up and grabs the hair dye gently from her daughter's hands, "My mother wouldn't let me get my hair dyed until I was a bit older than you are." Juleka had begged and pleaded with her mother back when Luka got his hair dyed, and eventually, the woman had agreed, probably in part to get Juleka not to beg anymore for dyed hair. The hair suited his wife though, who dutifully redyed her hair whenever the color started to fade. She'd only grown to love it more with each passing year.
"Okay," Adrienne stares up at her mom before she turns and heads out of the room, probably in search of something sweet to eat. Julek isn't far behind her.
"You know I love you?" Adrien murmured, nuzzling against his wife's neck when she sat back down on the edge of the bed, "I couldn't be happier."
"I love you, too, Adrien." It was hard to believe what starting up school had done for Adrien's life, how he'd met the woman that he ended up falling head over heels in love with, or how they'd managed to build up a future together despite any trials up until this point.