Hello beautiful people! I had an idea about what would happen 25 years in the future where Marinette and Adrien retire from being Ladybug and Cat Noir because Hawkmoth was defeated. But also, what if Emma, Marinette and Adrien's daughter, finds the ladybug miraculous... I'm still writing "Miraculous Day", but updates might turn into weekly ones because I'm simultaneously writing two fanfics (probably not a good idea, but #YOLO!) Enjoy :3

Prologue

"Come on, Mari, take them off," Adrien gently coaxed in his wife's ear, "It's okay, we'll see them again." Marinette shifted her weight to the side, cupping her dainty hands over her earrings.

"Marinette," Tikki softly spoke, "It's time to move on. You've been Ladybug for twelve years now, and with Hawkmoth behind bars, Paris is safe. You have a life to live…without the weight of Paris on your shoulders. It's not like it's the last time we'll see each other." The petite red kwami floated before the bluenette and smiled brightly at her. But Marinette couldn't bring herself to remove her miraculous, not after wearing them since she was first chosen to wield their power twelve years ago. Adrien squeezed her hand as he knelt down in front of her; she still sitting on the couch in their living room.

"I just," Marinette's lip quivered as she fought back the tears, "I don't wanna say 'goodbye'." Tikki immediately zoomed up to her charge's face and wiped away the salty tears that streamed down her freckled cheeks. The blue-head glanced at the coffee table in front of her and studied the two hexagon boxes: one was closed shut and one was open and empty.

"Don't think of it as saying 'goodbye', think of it as 'see you soon'," the ladybug creature suggested, nuzzling up to the woman. "Besides, maybe next time I'll get to see this little guy," she floated down and hovered above Marinette's large belly, "I think it's only fair, being that I sort of met the other two."

Marinette let out a weak chuckle and weary smile in attempt to hide her upset, remembering that she was due in about a month. It's a good thing Hawkmoth was no more, else she swore she could've been akumatized. Her bluebell eyes lingered back to the floating kwami and released a heavy sigh. She let her gaze trail over to her husband, who crouched before her, comforting her. Marinette didn't know how Adrien was able to take off his ring without getting worked up about it. Maybe it's a guy thing…

"Mari," the blond snatched her attention away from her thoughts, redirecting it to himself. When the bluenette met his emerald eyes, she smiled sadly as he nodded and looked to her miraculous.

"I'll see you soon, Tikki," she whispered to the red kwami as she pulled off her earrings, making the tiny bug creature disappear. Marinette slowly placed the ladybug print earrings in the small box and shut the lid, then set it down next to the other. Adrien jumped up to join her on the couch and embraced her in a tight hug as she sobbed into his shoulder. Their hold was short-lived, as it was interrupted by two crying voices coming from upstairs. Marinette pulled away from the cuddle and wiped her eyes clean of any tears before sighing, "And that signals nap time is over. While I get Louis and Emma, could you…you know…"

"I'll…put them away, don't worry," Adrien smiled lovingly at the beautiful woman before him, knowing it would be too hard for her to hide the miraculous boxes. Even though he didn't show it, the blond was just as upset as Marinette, but he had to stay strong for his wife. He scooped up to two hexagon boxes and held them close to his heart before walking out of the room.

Chapter 1- Thirteen Years Later

"Morning, dork!" Emma shouted in her brother's face, but didn't get a response from the sleeping bluenet, "I said…MORNING, DORK!" Louis rolled over in his covers, groaning as he buried his face in his pillow.

The brunette girl with bluebell eyes leapt away from her big brother's bed and grabbed a pillow off of her younger brother, Hugo's, bed. Even though they lived in a fancy mansion, Hugo and Louis still wanted to share a room…well, more like Hugo wanted to share the room. Louis would much rather have his own bedroom, but as long as it keeps his brother happy, he's willing to bunk with the little blond. From across the blue-painted room, Emma chucked the pillow at the sleeping boy's head, erupting a shrill from him.

"Hey! What the heck, Em?!" Louis quickly sat upright and threw the pillow back at his sister, glaring his emerald green eyes at her. He brushed his blue bangs out of his face and grunted when he rubbed his eyes free of any sleep.

"Mom says we're gonna be late if you don't get your lazy butt out of bed," Emma stated as she folded her arms very matter-of-factly. Louis raised his eyebrows and gave her a dry, unamused look. "Her words, not mine…anyway, I'm not gonna be late on my first day of tenth grade because of you. Even Hugo is up and ready; he's excited for school, too, so why aren't you?"

"Because," the bluenet retorted as he swung his legs over the side of his twin bed, now sitting on the edge of the bed, "Eighth grade isn't the same as eleventh grade. If he were in high school, he wouldn't be excited either—trust me." He pushed off his bed and groggily made his way to his chest of drawers, where he pulled out a red graphic t-shirt, white button-up shirt, and a pair of blue jeans.

"I'm excited…" she muttered under her breath.

Emma studied her brother's demeanor as he pulled his pants on over his boxers and changed out of his white, night shirt for his red one, then slipped on the white shirt as a jacket. Louis looked himself over in his full-length mirror and rolled up his white sleeves to his elbows and brushed off his jeans. He ran a hand through his messy dark blue hair, which was styled long on top and short on the sides. Louis caught his sister's stare in the reflection and was about to ask what she wanted when she opened her mouth to speak.

"Why don't you wanna go? I mean, you're clearly putting forth an effort to look nice," the brunette cooed, swinging her hands behind her back to look innocent. Louis scoffed and shook his head before looking back at himself in the mirror.

"I bet you money Robin's gonna be in my class again," he grumbled, not looking at Emma, "He's just so…ugh!" The girl with the piercing blue eyes stared in horror at her brother's exclamation.

"Why are you acting like it's a bad thing?" Emma demanded, crossing her arms, "I would love to have him in my class…that is, if we were in the same grade."

Louis rolled his eyes in disgust before voicing, "I don't get why you like him. He's a jerk and-"

"He is not a jerk!" the girl countered, "At least, not to me." The blue-haired boy spun around to face his little sister with his hands on his hips. He somewhat towered over Emma, making her gulp, but the intimidated feeling fled her system when she furrowed her brows and strengthened her glare.

"And how would you know that? You never talk to the guy!" Louis smirked, a devilish look in his eyes. Emma's glare dissipated as she took a step back and dropped her arms by her sides in defeat.

"Touché."

Louis looked at Emma thoroughly for the first time and noticed what she was wearing. A white peasant blouse with frilly sleeves that came to her elbows and a baby pink, strapless, tube top over it. She wore black jean shorts that came halfway down her thighs and white, ballet flats. Her dark brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail at the base of her neck, her long bangs framing her face just below her jawline. "You're wearing that?" Louis quipped while gesturing to her outfit.

"What's wrong with 'this'?" she asked, slightly annoyed, "Mom put a lot of hard work into it."

"I'm just saying it's pretty…um…fancy?" Louis didn't want to give his sister the wrong idea by saying it was a bit much for school, but knew she would explode and rant about how he was wrong. If there's one thing he learned from his fifteen years with Emma, it's that she hates being told off for something and she will do everything in her power to prove whoever does so wrong.

Before the brunette could respond to the green-eyed boy, Marinette called up the stairs for them, "Emma! Louis! Hurry up, please! Hugo's already left for his school, so you need to get going!" The brother and sister's eyes grew wide as they bolted down the grand staircase that lead to the marble foyer.

When their feet touched down on the main floor, they were greeted by Adrien and Marinette each holding their backpacks. Marinette was wearing an oversized, dark gray sweater with a pale pink pencil skirt and white heels with pink polka dots on them. Her hair was done up in a messy bun on the top of her head and her blue bangs were loosely curled to frame her face. Adrien wore a blue button-up shirt and jeans with a brown belt and shoes to match. He had his hair similarly done to his son's, with it being shorter on the sides and long on top—he also had to use product to keep his blond locks from falling into his peridot eyes.

"I was ready," Emma chirped, but then looked menacingly at her brother before saying, "He was the one holding me up." She took her backpack from her mom, slung it over her shoulder and gave her parents each a kiss on the cheek before heading towards the massive doors.

Louis grumbled to himself about having to walk to school with Emma as he took his bag from Adrien. The bluenet hoisted the backpack on his back and made his way towards his sister, who was impatiently waiting for him to get a move on. He trudged over to her and was about to walk out the door when the blond man called out.

"You forgetting something, Lou?" Adrien chuckled as he folded his arms and held back a smile. It was then Louis looked down at his feet to see he wasn't wearing any shoes, provoking an annoyed groan to pour out of the boy's mouth. He dashed back up the steps to his room, leaving the three Agreste's in the foyer of the mansion.

"Well, I'm leaving without him," Emma spoke up flatly, "I refuse to be late on my first day." And with that, the brunette slipped out the door and headed for the gates.

"She may look like you, but our Emma definitely did not inherit your time management skills," Adrien joked, earning him a giggle from his blue-haired wife. It was true…Emma looked exactly like Marinette, except for the fact that Emma had brown hair like her grandfather, Tom, and a warmer skin tone like Adrien. Also unlike Marinette, Emma was very particular about schedules and hated being late for an event. The bluenette rested her head on his shoulder as the two watched their daughter round the corner and make her way to the high school.

"Remember when we met on our first day of sophomore year?" Adrien mused.

Marinette sighed happily, remembering their misunderstanding when they first met each other. Before she knew it, an open packet of gum was held in front of her lightly freckled face. Marinette flashed a squinted glare at the blond, making him jiggle his eyebrows and force the gum packet closer to her. The bluenette swiftly pulled out a piece of gum, unwrapped it, and popped the pink mass in her mouth. The two stared at each other cheekily before leaning into a tender kiss.

"Ah, glad you could join me," Emma smirked when Louis ran up to her, panting. His usual sun-kissed face was beat-red and dripping with sweat droplets as he continued gasping for air.

"I ran…all the…way…" he said between breaths as they approached the high school. Louis had to stop again and put his hands on his knees so he could catch his breath. Emma abruptly stopped next to him as well, but for a different reason…one which involved him receiving an elbow to the ribs from the brunette.

"There he is! Should I talk to him? Should I just smile? I know! Will you talk to him for me?" Emma jittered as her brother groaned in pain.

"Who?" Louis asked, still breathless, not looking at what caught his sister's attention.

"Robin, you dummy!" she whacked him up-side the head as she said so, causing the bluenet to wince slightly. He really should be used to his sister's method of getting her point across by hitting him. "Ugh…too late, he went inside," she pouted as she skipped away from her gasping brother.

"You…go ahead…" he panted, "See you…at lunch."

Emma practically danced up the stairs to the main entrance of the school when two brunets caught her eye. "Yo, Lahiffe!" The two boys turned around with wide grins plastered on their faces.

"Yeah," both tan boys said in unison. One had long, wavy, brown hair that stopped just above his shoulders and had warm golden-brown eyes that were hidden behind a pair of big, rounded square glasses. He wore a blue polo shirt and a pair of khakis that came to his ankles, as well as a black and white hound's-tooth bowtie and black sneakers. The other wore a rusty orange hoodie with an exclamation point on it and light-wash jeans, as well as white sneakers. His hair was buzz-cut on the sides with a little length on the top of his head. He had hazel-green eyes with a freckle right under his left eye.

"Emma Agreste! Yes, slay, girl!" the boy with the longer hair sang, embracing her in a bear hug.

"Mathéo," she giggled, "It's been 'too long'!" Even though they had just seen each other yesterday, the two loved to be dramatic with one another. After all, Mathéo was the best in the theatre club. Emma pulled back from the hug and turned to the other boy in the hoodie. "Pascal, you cut your hair and ditched your glasses in the last twelve hours I didn't see you?" Pascal blushed and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Well, Em, it's the start of sophomore year and I wanted a change. So I kissed the long locks goodbye and got contacts. I mean, they're super uncomfortable, but this way the teachers might be able to tell us apart this year," the tan boy smiled smugly.

"Plenty of people can tell you and Mat apart," Emma assured, resting her hand on his shoulder, causing the brunet to blush. "I can tell you and your twin apart," she turned and winked at Mathéo who enjoyed watching this scene go down, especially the way his identical twin ogled over Emma. She didn't know it, but one of her best friends had a massive crush on her and was desperate to get out of the friend-zone.

Pascal shrugged out of his friend's touch, instantly missing the warmth of her hand, but was quick to smile brightly at her as soon as her hand fell from his shoulder. Emma immediately remembered Mat telling her about his three-month anniversary date with his boyfriend, Fabrice.

"How was your special dinner with Fabrice yesterday?" Emma asked, turning to face Mathéo. Mat's face lit up with child-like glee as he spun around before taking her by the hands.

"Oh, Emma Agreste, it was simply wonderful!" he mused, spinning her around in circles, "Your candle-lit dinner idea was perfect for my handsome boy and me!" Mat had called her last night, freaking out about what to do for his date with his boyfriend, so she suggested a simple dinner date. Simplicity can be the best option, especially when it comes to romance…at least that's what her parents say.

Pascal watched his best friends dance around together and couldn't help but to join their rejoice. They had been friends since they were in diapers because their parents had been best friends since high school. The trio's fun was short-lived when the bell rang, signaling they had roughly five minutes to get to class.

"Shall we, Lahiffe…and Lahiffe?" Emma joked, jutting her elbows out to the side as she stood in between the two boys. Mathéo didn't hesitate to link his arm with her on her left while Pascal looped his arm around hers on her right. The three nodded to each other before entering through the school's main entrance as other students filed in.

Louis lugged himself into the classroom and found his usual seat in the back of the classroom where he sat alone. As soon as he sat down and pulled out his notebook, a large hand slammed down on the desk in front of him.

"Hey, if it isn't Lou-ser Agreste!" the large boy growled. He was about as tall as Louis, but was more muscular, which is no surprise being that he's the school's MVP. He wore a yellow short-sleeved hoodie with a white lightning bolt on the front and black athletic pants with two white stripes down the sides as well as name brand sneakers. His light brown hair was some-what wild and his dusty rose streak in the front shone when the light hit it.

"What do you want, Robin?" Louis grumbled, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms in annoyance. Robin's gray eyes flashed with amusement at the blue-haired boy's response.

"All alone again this year, huh Lou-ser?" the athlete teased.

"Why don't you go bother someone who would actually care about what you say?" Louis fired back, squinting his green eyes at the buff guy hunching over him. Robin scoffed and turned around to march to the front left row in the classroom, where he plopped down next to a girl Louis didn't recognize.

"Well, hey there," Robin smirked at the girl, "Haven't seen you before…are you new?" The girl groaned in response as she put the book she was reading down, then glared her hazel eyes at the boy who interrupted her.

"If you must know, I am," she responded, clearly irritated.

"Heh, well maybe I can show you around the school some time," the athlete smiled smugly at the junior. She rolled her eyes and folded her arms at him.

"Thanks, but no thanks," she deadpanned as she gathered her belongings, shoved them in her backpack, and removed herself from the seat. She looked up to see all the other seats were filled, except for one in the back right side of the aisle. Casually, the girl climbed the stairs and approached the bluenet. "This seat taken?"

Louis shook his head dumbly as the beautiful stranger sat down to his left. She was a vision of loveliness, from her long reddish-brown hair, to her sparkling hazel eyes, to her olive skin, to her bright smile. She was wearing a coral dress that came to her knees and an earthy-brown cardigan as well as brown ankle boots. Her hair was done in a half-pony in the back, so her hazel eyes were clearly visible.

"I-I-I'm Louis," the blue-head stuttered as he extended his hand to the girl.

"Geneviève," she shook his hand and smiled warmly at the bluenet.

"So, um, you're new?" Louis asked, trying to make conversation.

"Yeah, I literally just moved here two days ago with my aunt," Geneviève replied, taking out her book again.

"Oh…cool," Louis said as he scratched the back of his head, trying to think of what else he could say to her, "Sorry about Robin, he's a jerk…"

"I picked up on that," she giggled, then her expression went blank before a smirk wandered onto her lips, "Would you like to get lunch together today?"

Marinette rested her feet up on the coffee table as she flipped through her fashion magazine. She thought it was a bit egotistic being that her fall fashion line was featured on the cover, but Adrien assured her it wasn't.

"Babe, you should've had me model that," Adrien joked as he leaned over the bluenette's shoulder and pointed at the man modeling a jacket.

"What happened to 'no more modeling', Mr. Stay-At-Home-Dad?" she smirked, bopping her finger on his nose. Before the blond could respond to his wife's comment, Marinette's cellphone buzzed in her skirt's pocket.

"It's Nino," she informed her husband as she pulled her phone out and pressed the answer icon. "Hey, Nino!"

"Mari, turn on the news right now!" Nino shrieked. His voice was laced with a sense of urgency and panic, causing Marinette to flinch.

"Why? Did Alya slip up again?" she joked.

"Just turn on the news!" Marinette did as he said and grabbed the remote to change the television to the news channel.

The blue-haired woman grinned as the image of her best friend reporting from a Parisian street flashed on the the screen. She didn't listen to what she was saying, but noticed Alya's face was lined with worry as she gripped her microphone tightly. Adrien picked up on his brunette friend's demeanor and scooched closer to Marinette, wrapping his arm around her. That's when they saw the headline and their blood ran cold: 'Gabriel Agreste Breaks Out of Jail'.

What do you think? Do you want me to continue this fanfic? I would love to see what you think of it in the reviews! (Side note: Mathéo, Pascal, Robin, and Geneviève are all original characters; I wouldn't consider Emma, Louis, and Hugo original characters because they were technically in an episode...but I'm putting my spin on them and how I think they would act.) Toodles! :D