What's in a name?
Adrien gazed longingly at Marinette whom sat across the coffee table from him. They were supposed to be doing homework.
She was in full concentration mode. He was in full love-struck mode.
"You know Marinette, I've never liked your last name." he chuckled.
She looked up at him and raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"Your last name," He smiled wide. "You should change it." He wiggled his eyebrows.
She was still utterly confused. "To what?"
"Agreste. Mrs. Marinette Agreste sounds way better than Marinette Dupain-Cheng." He smiled wide.
She blinked a few times in confusion. "Wait, what?" It then donned on her as to what he was saying. She pouted, picked up a pillow and threw it at his face. "If you're gonna propose… DO IT RIGHT!" With a huff she picked up her books, stood up, and walked away.
He removed the pillow from his face and pouted. "And what is the 'right way'? Cuz I thought that was paws-itively purr-fect."
She sighed as she grabbed her backpack. "When a man wants to ask a woman for her hand in marriage, he needs to look her in the eyes, get down on one knee, present her a ring and say 'will you marry me'." She crossed her arms.
He smiled, stood up, walked over to her, took her hand, gave it a light kiss, got down on one knee, kissed her hand again, and gazed up into her eyes. "Well, if it's the right way then…" He pulled a small box from his pants pocket while still holding her hand and gazing into her eyes. "Marinette…" He opened the box to reveal a pink four carat diamond cut in the shape of a heart with a white gold ring band.
She blushed profusely and gasped as she covered her mouth with her free hand.
"Will you make me the luckiest man in the world and marry me?" He blushed too.
Her face has redder than the mask she was currently not wearing. "Y-Y-Yes!"
He smiled wide as he stood up, kissed her on the cheek, and put the ring on her finger.
She smiled with a rosy blush, until something hit her. "Adrien, we're sixteen."
He kissed her cheek again. "Your point?"
She smiled, rolled her eyes, pushed him away with a finger to his nose like she had done many a time before, and giggled. "We're too young to get married." She put her hands on her hips.
He chuckled as he scratched the back of his head and blushed a little. "Well…" He shrugged. "We can wait a few years to get married, but there's no age restriction on engagements." He grabbed both her hands and brought them up to his lips for a kiss. "Besides, when you know you've found the one…"
She blushed and smiled sweetly.
He blushed even more than she did. "As the song says, if you like it, then put a ring on it. And my love…" He blushed even more. "Your hand looked very bare."
She giggled, kissed him on the cheek, and continued to smile sweetly. "You goof ball."
His blushed settled. "I'm your goof ball."
She giggled once more. "Yes you are. And I wouldn't have it any other way."
He smiled fondly as he used his hand to tilt up her chin. He leaned in and their lips met. She pulled him closer and wrapped her arms around his neck. After a moment of pleasant moans and gasps, they both took a step back before they got carried away. They laughed together and rested their foreheads on each other.
"I love you." She looked up into his eyes.
His hand interlocked with her's as he gazed back into her eyes lovingly. "I love you too."