"Marinette Agreste?" A short lady holding a clipboard called out peering out of a door. The young woman sitting in the waiting room put down her book and looked up. She got up and followed the lady to an exam room, her blue-Black hair tied up in a bun and her blue eyes wide open. She sat on the the exam table, her phone buzzing from texts. She picks it up and smiles.
Adrien: How is the appointment going sweetie?
She smiled down at her husband's caring text. He was occupied at work with figuring out when to release the next summer line for his father's business he was now running along with his wife, Marinette.
I just got in. I probably just have a stomach bug or something. I will call you when I'm finished.
She has been throwing up for the past few weeks, and the stress has been making her cranky and miss her monthly cycle. She figured she caught something and Adrien pleaded with her to go and finally see a doctor. She turned her phone off as a knock was heard at the door. A nice old man came in with her chart. He was her doctor for as long as she can remember, doctor Ferris. He sat down on his stool and gave her a warm smile.
"Mrs. Agreste. I hear that you're having stomach troubles. Besides that how have you been dear?" He asked. She smiled as she fiddled with her fingers.
"Oh you know, running a fashion company with my husband and trying to be a good person day by day." She said. While she and Adrien were still Chat Noir and Ladybug, they weren't as preoccupied with that ever since Hawkmoth mysteriously disappeared a few years back.
"Well that must be fun. I can't believe the baby Marinette I used to see is now already 23. Where do the years go?" He chuckled. He proceeded to take her blood pressure and check her vitals. All completely normal. He then coughed nervously.
"Um, I suppose since you are married that you are sexually active?" He asked carefully. Marinette couldn't believe she was talking about sex with the doctor who delivered her when she was born.
"Um yes. I'm on the pill though." She said. He raised his brow a bit.
"When was your last period?" He asked flipping through pages on her chart. She had to think back for a second.
"April 2nd. I'm a bit late but I think it's from all the stress of releasing a new summer line." She said trying not to dwell on it too much. He wrote it down on her chart.
"I'm going to order a urine and a blood test just to be safe." He said writing on his clipboard. She didn't mind the urine test but she did hate needles. She never liked to see her own blood. After peeing in a cup and bracing through a blood test, she finally sat back on the exam table and rubbed the band aid over her inner elbow where they drew the blood from. After about 30 minutes, the doctor walked back in with a smile beaming on his face. She twiddled her thumbs.
"Well I have some good news for you. There is no sign of a virus or infection." He stated. Marinette sighed with relief knowing she was healthy, but what was wrong with her then? He sat down in his chair in front of her, his hands pressed together.
"So what could it be? A common cold? Indigestion?" She asked. He looked at his chart once more and back at her.
"Marinette… you are without a doubt pregnant." He said. Her skin grew cold. Pregnant? But how?!
"But-but I'm on the pill!" She exclaimed. He crossed his legs and sighed.
"The pill isn't 100% effective. According to your lab results, I would say you're about 4 weeks along." He said. She pressed a hand against her stomach. He went on about what to expect and some vitamins she should be taking. He gave her a pamphlet and asked her to come back in 2 weeks for a follow up. She was in shock, she couldn't believe this was actually happening. She and Adrien had talks about kids but they both decided to wait a few more years until they would start trying. She sat in her car and leaned her head against the wheel. Her phone buzzed again.
Adrien: How was the appointment? You okay M'lady?
She couldn't tell him over text. She needed to meet him in person. She typed shakily in reply.
I'm heading home now. I have some news to tell you. Please come home as soon you can.
She sent the text and started her car. The drive was all a blur. She kept thinking about the little life growing inside her belly. Before she even knew it, she was outside her house. She took a deep breath before walking in, Adrien sitting on the couch in their front room rapidly bouncing his knee as he hunched over. She walked in, his eyes darting to her as he wasted no time to stand up. He held her close, his heart beating rapidly as he clutched into her.
"What happened? You texted me saying you had news and to come home as soon as possible, so how bad is it? Do you need to go to the hospital?!" He asked frantically. She stepped back as he looked worried, she crossed her arms.
"I'm not sick Chaton. I'm fine." She stayed. He exhaled and laughed with relief. He kissed the top of her head and held her hands.
"Oh thank God, I thought you were really sick or had cancer or something. I'm so relieved." He said holding her head to his chest. She smiled before separating a bit to wrap her arms around his neck, his hands holding her waist.
"But I do have some news. Adrien, I- um…" she started to stutter nervously. He raised a brow wondering what was going on with her if it was so important for him to come home right away.
"We're going to have a baby…" she said softly. His heart stopped the moment those words left her mouth. He looked down at her stomach and then back into her eyes.
"You're p-pregnant?" He asked. She nodded as he pulled her in for a deep kiss. He held one hand in the back of her head as she melted into him. After a few minutes of locking their lips, Adrien's eyes tested up as he lifted her up and twirled her around.
"This is fantastic!" He exclaimed setting her back down. He placed a hand over her lower belly, knowing that their future child was growing inside there. She placed her hands on top of his, him beaming with delight as he looked into her eyes.
"I'm glad you're not upset. I know it's a bit earlier than we expected…" she said trailing off. He nudged her chin back up with his finger.
"Hey, are you okay with this?" He asked his wife. She walked away, her fingers combing in her hair. She stared out of their living room windows, looking into Paris below. She sighed.
"I'm scared. I mean- we are Ladybug and Chat Noir. I'm only 23 and you're only 24, and we are constantly busy and… I don't know if I'm ready." She said throwing her head into her hands. He walked over to her, placing a kiss on the back of her neck.
"I know but maybe this was meant to be. I mean, we can more than afford a baby and we would love and keep our baby safe from any harm." He said trying to ease her mind. She shook her head and took a step forward, leaning her forehead against the window pane.
"It's more than that. I love our life and being superheroes and being young. A baby would change all that and I don't know if I'm ready to give that all up." She said. He understood where she was coming from, they did have the perfect life.
"What are you saying princess?" He asked wondering what she wanted to do. A dark thought crossed her mind.
"I don't know, it's not like I have much of a choice now. It's all happening so fast and, well I could stop by a clinic…" those last words caught his attention. He turned her around and looked her dead in the eye.
"Stop by a clinic and what?" He asked sternly. Tears formed in her eyes as her hands pressed against her chest.
"…take care it." She said. His face turned red as his eyes started to get watery.
"Jesus Mari, an abortion?! You can't just do that I mean- is that what you really want?!" He asked hysterically. She started to cry.
"No I don't. I'm just freaking out, I would be a terrible parent! I'm clumsy, I'm always confused and" she was curt of by Adrien pulling her closer, kissing her tears away from her cheeks.
"I know nothing about parenting and I didn't exactly have the best examples but I think the two of us together can figure it out right?" He said with a smile. A smile started to creep on her face as well.
"What would I do without you Adrien?"