Chapter 1

For Marinette, a regular day would be school, looking after the bakery, homework and then bed with an occasional akuma attack mixed in there.

For Adrien, a regular day would be school, photo-shoot, fashion show, homework, getting scolded at by his father and an occasional akuma attack.

And of course, for both of them, seeing the loves of their lives. But what happens if their lives get busier? What happens if an akuma slips under their radar. What if they don't detect it? What havoc could be wreaked on Paris then?

Marinette:

Marinette sighed in her sleep. She rolled over and continued the wonderful dream she was having.

"Oh Adrien," She sighed as, in her dream Adrien Agreste ran towards her and picked her up bridal style. She then giggled a little a bit as Dream Adrien kissed her cheek and swung her around.

Dream Marinette looked up into Adrien's bright emerald green eyes and sighed. She reached up and ran her hands through his silky golden locks. Or at least what she believed were silky. She had unfortunately never gotten the opportunity to test this assumption.

Dream Adrien then leaned down as if to kiss her cheek again but turned at the last second and whispered in her ear.

"Are you sure I'm Adrien," he asked her. Dream Marinette laughed.

"Of course you are, silly cat-" she froze at the end of the sentence because as she said that, she had looked back up and seen her superhero partner (more like partner in crime) Chat Noir.

She gasped and fell out of his arms and hit the ground. Hard. When she looked back up after being disoriented, she saw Adrien once again reaching out to her. Dream Adrien helped her up and cupped her cheek, as if checking for injuries.

But Adrien's hand felt odd against Marinettes cheek, like very small pitter patters...

"MARINETTE," shrieked Marinette's Kwami, Tikki.

"AHHHHH," Marinette jumped up, making Tikki have to jump off her face in a whirl of red. Marinette looked around in confusion. Where did Adrien go? Why was she on the floor?

Once getting her bearings, she realized that she was sadly not in the arms of Adrien but in her little old room. On the floor. She stretched and realized that she was still in her clothes from yesterday. She must have fallen asleep sketching designs for the Agreste Sponsored Little Miss Designer competition. Yeah that must have been it, the competition tomorrow...

"TOMORROW?!" Marinette shrieked in realization.
At this, Tikki jumped in the air.

"Sorry Tikki, I just realized I need to finish my designs." Marinette said tiredly.

"Yeah, that's what I was waking you up for. Your mother has been calling your name for 10 minutes. I think your new sewing machine has come. Just in time too-" Marinette cut Tikki's cute yet squeakey monologue about the machine off and raced downstairs.

"Marinette!" She heard her mother call once again.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Marinette called as she raced down.

In her hurry, Marinette miscalculated and ended up sprawled at the bottom of the steps in front of her cheery mother.

"Marinette! Well that was an... unexpected entrance. And by that I mean completely expected. Anyway, come help me carry your new sewing machine up to your room," her mother walked away sipping her morning cup of tea.

Marinette sighed and slowly got up and really stretched, her shirt riding up a bit, before walking over to her mom. Together, they slowly carried the machine upstairs.

Marinette kissed her mother on the cheek and said "Merci Maman, Comment ca-va?" She asked, as a means of conversation without seeming to eager to kick her mom out and get to work.

"Je suis fantastique mais, je peux partir si tu peux travailler," her mom responded, smiling at the french. The family didn't often use french at home so Sabine, Marinette's mom, enjoyed it when she could.

Marinette sighed in relief because now she didn't have to force her mother to leave. She kissed her mother's cheek again and watched her climb downstairs and close the hatch seperating Marinette's room from the rest of the house and the bakery.

Marinette whirled around in her seat and admired the modern sleekness of the new machine. As much as she was itching to begin using it, she new she had to finish her design first so she walked over to the chaise where she had fallen asleep with her sketch book. She picked it up and got to work.