A/N: I'm taking a short break from Little Hawkmoth, and decided to post this prequel. It'll be a three-part chapter, and don't worry if this chap is short. Next one is gonna be way longer than this.

There's a lot of angst stories about these Agreste men already, so I wanna try the fluffy side.

Part I - Three hours later

A petite raven-haired lady was tapping her heeled shoes furiously as she glared the two men who were sitting sheepishly on the floor. Her arms wrapped a bundled infant in a teether, with its green eyes roaming curiously around the wrecked apartment.

Wrecked was actually an understatement. The entire unit looked like a tornado visited the place, followed by a stampede, and the mysterious black spot on the ceiling felt like an evidence of an alien invasion.

"So?" the female broke the silence, making the men flinched. "Care to tell me what the fuck happened here, Adrien Agreste?"

Never in his life had he dreamed that someone could instill fear by hearing them utter his full name aside from his father. And he never, ever, dreamed that his father would even cower together with him.

"Don't be mad, Buginette." Adrien tried not to flinch on her steely bluebell eyes. "It's not that bad."

"Not that bad?!" her voice hitched dangerously. "I just left for three hours, Adrien. Three hours and within the twenty mile radius from our home! How come these things happened?! And what the hell happened in our house?!"

"Little Lou was unharmed, Marinette." A dishelved Gabriel responded, as he adjusted his cracked eyeglass. "You're just overprotective."

She snarled. "Look who's talking."

The man slumped his shoulders and guiltily bowed his head.

Sensing that his father was losing the argument, the blonde retorted "Hey, now. Respect the elders, will you?"

The two gave him a beady stare.

"You might be my boss." Marinette pointed the bottle feed to the older man. "And you might be my husband." she moved the object to the younger one. "But I am Louis' mother, and I have all the rights to know why my baby was featured in a front page of a newspaper carried by a certain mangy cat as he chased a hoard of butterflies!"

The Agreste men eyed each other innocently and answered "We're only playing tag."

Marinette felt something snapped within her, and all she could see was red. If she wasn't concerned about a father-less Louis, or pitied Nooroo and her frantic kwami (and for some reasons, Plagg was snickering on the sidelines) she might've transformed on the spot and flung the men towards Seine with her yoyo.

"Have you two ever thought of doing things in normalcy?"

"You left your phone." her husband explained. "Father was calling you."

"So I decided to pay for a visit." her boss supplied. "When suddenly, Louis began to look for you."

"I don't know how to reach you."

"And I don't want you to left the runway unsupervised."

Green eyes blinked with disbelief. "Did you just pun, Dad?"

"I didn't." the designer gave him a scornful look. "That's unintentional, Son."

"Oh. It was gait jog, though."

The rattling sound of the baby toy jerked the two from their reverie, as if taunting them with murder.

In the midst of chaos, she was able to pull a chair and sit while cradling Louis as he fell asleep, unaware how his grandfather and father did everything to put him on that state.

Because no matter how cute and adorable he could be, Louis Agreste was still a one hell of a fussy baby.

"Now tell me." the mother crossed her legs. "What the fuck happened here three hours ago?"

Gabriel and Adrien eyed each other again and began to narrate their story.