Miraculous Mom

A/N: Based off of a dream I had (and liked up by over 95 people in a short span) this is the Miracu-mom AU in which Adrien is raised by a Miraculous holder, Nathalie. For this particular story, Nathalie is the miraculous holder.

Motherhood was the last job Nathalie ever thought she would have to add to her list of occupations, but when she found the position open it was quickly taken up. Taken up and just as quickly was it stressed over to every degree. Book upon book on parenting was checked out of every library in Paris that had one available, and every spare moment was set aside to read them all- Or at least attempt to read them.

Children, much like their parents, are often taught respect and kindness to others at a very young age. Those lessons often pay off immensely.

Nathalie glared softly at the opened parenting book, finding that even after reading that sentence over three times- she was still at a complete and utter loss. Not a single word seemed to be getting absorbed in her sleep deprived brain, and it was honestly driving her mad. Though, not as mad as the reason for her lack of sleep was currently driving her, but that was another story.

Looking about herself, she took in the look and feel of the pale blue rug under her, and the matching crib off to her left. Beside her, the crib's only occupant, Adrien, was exploring the floor. The child was halfway through discovering the fibers of the rug, when he switched directions and crawled closer to Nathalie, using her knee as a brace to help pull himself up to her height... And then grabbing a fistful of her hair once he was close enough.

"A-Adrien!" She groaned, looking down at the little one at her side.

The blonde child, only 7 months old, belonged to her boss. However, ever since the loss of his wife (however he lost her- Nathalie didn't feel it was in her place to ask), and mother to said child, she quickly found herself filling in as an impromptu-mother. Not that Adrien seemed to notice the difference, as he pulled hard at her hair once again in an attempt to bring her attention even more to him than it already was.

"... I'm going to have to start wearing it back." She noted out loud, gently scooping her ward up and kissing his forehead. "At least until we teach you not to pull."

7 month old Adrien only smiled sweetly up at her, batting his little eyelashes curiously, almost as though he didn't understand what he had done wrong. With a soft smile, Nathalie sighed and looked around the nursery for something for Adrien to play with. For her own safety, she had begun putting away any stray toys that had been left on the floor, but there always stood the chance that she had forgotten one.

A quick combing of the floor revealed that this was not one of those times. Sighing for what felt like the millionth time that day, she pulled herself and the baby off of the floor and went over to the nearby toy chest. Opening it, she made quick work to remove a ducky toy and a rattle, closing the box before Adrien had a chance to become interested in anything else in the box.

Upon waving the toys in front of him, Adrien made just as quick work in snatching them both up. Nathalie watched him play for a moment, before setting him back in his crib and picking up his discarded book from earlier. Figuring this would be as good a time as ever to get back to reading, she flipped open to the spot she had left off at- and proceeded to slam the book shut.

"Adrien, I'm going to try to be the best mother to you as I can be, but I don't think these books are going to help me any." She admitted, setting the book onto a high shelf and turning back to the baby.

"No?" Adrien's only known word.

"Nope." Nathalie smiled, heading back over to the crib. "I'm going to have to learn while you learn to be a good boy."

"No!" The child announced proudly, waving his rattle around.

Shaking her head, the bluenette looked down at her wrist-watch and noted the time. It was only 12:14am, and she wasn't needed for anything for the next few hours according to her mental schedule. Then again, these sleepless nights were beginning to flip things on their heads- mostly hers for that matter. With that in mind, she quickly decided that a quick peak at her schedule wouldn't hurt.

"I'll be right back, Adrien."

With that said, she hurried down the hallway to where her bedroom was set up, intending to grab her schedule and return with it- but she stopped in her tracks when she tossed open the door and found a third pain in her side- A short, old man, wearing the same red Hawaiian shirt that Nathalie was SURE he owned hundreds of- At least, he always seemed to be wearing them whenever they would bump into each other. He wasn't really a friend, more so an acquaintance who from time to time, Nathalie would visit to talk about life's woes with. Their meetings were usually few and far between, but they were never brief, and ever since Adrien had been added to her responsibilities, they had become almost non-existent.

"Fu..." Nathalie bluntly greeted, walking straight passed the man.

"Nat." Fu smiled, brushing off the woman's bluntness. "It has been a while, my friend-"

"And for good reason." She huffed, grabbing her paper schedule off of her bedside table. "To what do I owe this visit?"

The old man frowned suddenly, reaching into his pocket and withdrawing a small, wooden box from it. perched on the closed lid, there was a pin in the shape and colour of a peacock.

"You seemed to have forgotten thi-" Fu began, only to be cut off.

"I didn't forget it- I was returning it." The frown only grew with that response.

"Returning it? My dear, one does not "return" their miraculous. It chose YOU to-" Once again, he was cut off.

"I have to return it... Something came up recently and it requires my full attention." Nathalie sighed, rubbing her temple. "Isn't there someone else who could-"

"I'm cutting you off this time, because there isn't." Fu huffed, limping over to the woman and offering up the pin once more. "Besides, I am sure that Adrien would absolutely thrive with a superhero for a mother."

"... I wouldn't be able to keep that up."

A cry from the other room suddenly had Nathalie's full attention, and she raced back to Adrien's nursery, Fu following behind at his own pace.

"Nonsense. You've been at this since you were 17. How hard could it be?" Fu mused, somehow reaching the crib before Nathalie and taking up Adrien.

"Easier said than done." Nathalie mused, watching as Adrien cooed happily at their unexpected visitor.

"I'm not forcing you to take back whats yours, my friend." Fu said calmly, withdrawing the box once more and placing it on Adrien's toy chest. "But perhaps you should keep this and think it over?"

With a soft sigh, Nathalie was offered the child back. His weight was barely anything in her arms, but the weight of the box that she wasn't even holding was everything. Casting her eyes to it, she took a moment to study it over closely.

"I'll think about it." She said, her eyes never leaving her.

"Who knows? It may help you learn to raise him in the long run."

"What do you mean-" Nathalie's eyes snapped back from the box and back to where Fu once was.

However, he wasn't there when she did, and she found herself looking around the nursery once again.

This time, her parenting book was the only thing on the floor again. It was opened to the page she had closed it on.