Marinette paced her own living room, checking the clock every so many seconds, her heels clattering on the floorboards.

Five minutes have never felt so long for her, it wrecked her nerves, as she wrung her hands together, they were just as sweaty as they had been on her wedding day, as she walked down the aisle, said her vows as she-

No, don't think about it, her husband would be home late, so at least she didn't have to worry about that.

Marinette was just about to walk a hole in the floor when the door of the apartment opened, she was in the middle of setting a new step and let her foot fall to the ground.

"Marinette, are you okay?" She recognized the familiar voice of Adrien, and she whipped around to look at him.

She released a breath she didn't know she was holding and forced a smile on her face. "Y- yeah, I am." Her voice quivered. "What are you doing here?"

Adrien closed the doors behind him, "Well I know it's your free afternoon, so I thought we could go and get a drink at a café together." He replied and walked towards her, using one finger to lift her chin, making her look up into his eyes. "You look pale and stressed out, are you really okay?"

Marinette's heart skipped a beat, after all these years he still was able to read her like an open book.

She took a step back and wiped her hands on her skirt, starting to fiddle with it's edge. "I- uh, I don't know, actually." She took a glance at the clock, the five minutes finally having passed.

His gaze also went to the clock, before going back to her, but she didn't dare to look back at him. "What's wrong?" He gave her a concerned look, the same one he had given her many, many times before, either as Chat or as Adrien.

"I-... I dont't want to talk about it, maybe later." She danced around his question, walking to the sink to use one of her previously used glasses and getting some water.

Only to let the glass slip from her grasp, a horrified gasp coming out of her, as she staggered backwards, almost collapsing.

Adrien was just in time, he caught her and looked at what she was staring at, panicked, and he saw something white laying on the counter, it took him a moment to identify the white object but when he did, he also let out a gasp of surprise.

Because on the counter there laid a pregnance test.

Two purple lines in the little windows.

He felt Marinette shake in his arms as she turned around to embrace him, a sob forcing it's way out of her throat.

He didn't know why, but he did now she was not happy.

"Hey, shh," The blonde tried to comfort, but the woman in his arms still sobbed into his chest. "Aren't you happy? You're going to be a mother." He tried to cheer her up, but he only felt her shaking and crying becoming worse.

She took a step back, looking into his eyes, with her own full of tears.

"N- no," she hiccuped. "A child deserves more than- than this." She gestured around her, making him look around, there barely was anything in the room, because they were going to move.

Adrien sighed softly, concerned. "I thought you said you wanted to move?"

She shook her head slightly. "We're not moving, I'm just moving out." She confessed.

Adrien looked at her, shocked. "What?" He voiced his thought, what did she mean by that? Weren't they-

"Nathanael and I signed the divorce papers." She cut through his thoughts. "I'm not Mrs. Kurtzberg anymore."

Adrien had felt great regret when Nathanael had asked out Marinette, and he realized that moment he should have made a move, because from what Alya told him one night as they were hanging out together, both slightly tipsy from the alcohol, Marinette had liked him, a lot.

But it had just been his luck, he was too late, he had missed his train to happiness.

Especially when he just found out a little after that his Princess was actually also his Lady.

"What?!" He repeated, more shocked than before. "But I though you guys were-"

"We aren't." She cut in.

"Why?" He breathed, as he went to sit down on the couch, Marinette not far behind, sitting next to him.

"We've been..." She seemed to be at search for words. "... talking, about it for a while and we've decided this would be for the best, but now..." she bit her lip, not sure what to say.

Adrien was almost completely sure that talking meant something different, there had been more than one occasion in which he had walked in on the couple, and they weren't talking. They were... arguing. Everyting just kind of fell into place that second.

"And now you're pregnant with his child." He finished for her.

She nodded her head, hot tears ready to spill from her eyes, down her pale cheeks.

"It's going to be okay. Name one time were the lucky duo didn't succeed." He challenged her, but she snapped at his words, her emotions taking its toll on her.

"It isn't going to be okay, I don't for my child to grow up with divorced parents, and heck, I don't even know how to tell the man I've been living with for 6 years that he's going to be a dad!" She cried, her voice thick with tears.

He pulled the bluenette into an embrace, feeling her for the second time staring to shake and cry against his chest.

"Shh, shh," he tried again. "You can't force something like that, Princess, you can't pretend to be happy for your little child, they should have two happy homes, rather than a house filled with fake cheer."

Adrien recalled all the times Nathanael had glanced at him for using that nickname, a nickname as old as their secret identities, but now he could finally just talk to her the way it used to be.

Marinette stiffened a little in his arms, indicating she heard him.

"B- but-"

"No buts, Marinette." He said as he placed a tender kiss on the top of her head. "It'll all be okay, because you have me, and your parents, and Alya and Nino, and we all don't want to see you hurt. We all want you to be happy."

Marinette smiled up at him tearfully, glint of hope shining in her eyes. "Y-You're right, I think it's time to tell them..."

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Also I tried to build the tension and mystery up, like my acting teacher says we shoukd when we're improvisingnand making our own small plays.

This story is also heavily based off of lots of different things, fanfictions, real life scene's, a song ;).

Random question of this day is;

Which ship do you guys think absolutely doesn't work? And why?