"Adrien could you peek in Patrick's basket? He's dozing off but just rock it again to make sure."
The silence rang through the house. Marinette attunes to the unhindered silence. She leaves her cookie batter and walks towards the stairs and up to the second floor.
Light streams through the crack in the open doorway in the darkness. Marinette creeps towards the light and pokes her head in.
In the rocking chair, Marinette catches sight of her two favorite boys. Adrien, eyes closed. his head tipped back on the rocking chair, clutching Patrick, who was snuggled up, asleep and drooling on his father's neck, was wrapped up in a sleepy embrace.
Marinette softens at the sight. She hugs her arms to her chest and smiles. She walkes up to them, smooths Patrick's hair back, and kisses him on the forehead. Marinette does the same to her husband's gold locks and cups his cheek. Adrien leans into the warmth of her hand as he dozes and Marinette brushes a kiss over his lips.
As she turns to go, she feel a tug at her wrist and finds a sleepy Adrien blinking sleepily and smiling at her.
"I love you, bugaboo."
Marinette laughs softly at the nickname and captures his lips in a slow, sweet, kiss.
"I love you too, mon minou."