A/N: As soon as I posted this chapter up on tumblr, an anon decides to give me their bullshit. Well, I've definitely learned my lesson. Telling me I don't know how pregnancy works. Bull. SHIT.
Anyway, ignore my ranting. Enjoy chapter two, read and review!
"My Lady! Are you alright?" Adrien knocked on the door in rapid succession, shifting from foot to foot.
Garbled noises came from behind it, along with the incessant noise of the flush from the toilet.
Marinette had been holed up in the bathroom all morning, from morning sickness, he guessed. He should have been used to this, he supposed, since she was about a month and a half along with their child. Their child.
Pressing his ear to the door, he listened for any more retching. Silence.
"Don't w-worry, k-kitty cat. Urp-I'll be-augh-o-okay." She tried to reassure him, but he barged in anyway. Groaning from the sudden intrusion, she placed her head on the cold toilet seat, nauseous beyond belief.
He got down on his knees and rubbed her back, whispering silent and smooth French into her ear. At his touch, her troubles began to ooze away as she was drenched in overwhelming bliss. She sighed, and he gave a comforting smile.
'That feels nice…' Closing her eyes, she eased up slowly into his hand. Taking her hand in his, he began to lift her up, but then she lurched back into the bowl and emptied her stomach once more.
All he could do now was hold her hair back and watch as she wailed, clenching her slightly larger stomach in pain. Reaching up to the silver handle, he flushed, the other hand occupied with consoling his princess.
Taking a few deep breaths, she shuddered in relief and got up off her knees. Stretching slightly, Marinette trudged over to the sink, pointedly avoiding her reflection, and grabbed her toothbrush.
While she brushed her teeth, he smoothed down her hair, giving her a kiss on her forehead.
A sharp silence hung in the air, the running faucet and bristles of the brush the only noise. Furrowing his eyebrows, he sent a frantic glance her way, secretly asking if she was okay. The bluenette half-heartedly shrugged her shoulders and spat into the basin, turning off the water simultaneously. Facing him again, she did her best to convince him that 'yes, she was alright, even though last night's dinner decided to make a rude awakening', but the smile didn't quite reach her depths of blue.
Frowning, Adrien swiftly turned away and squatted before her with his palms facing in her direction. Accepting his invitation, he grunted softly as she jumped onto his back, her arms hugging his neck and her head nestled in a crook.
Walking her to the kitchen, he placed Marinette in an empty chair and tried his best to clear the table, her sewing needles and fabrics hanging from the edges. She watched as he worked, whistling a familiar tune as he sorted her materials and rummaged through the cabinets.
"I'll make you some breakfast, my treat." She opened her mouth, "And, no, Princess, you can't refuse." She closed it. Like she was going to stop him anyway. He already had about three pans on the stove, and hey, free breakfast from a handsome husband. Who could refuse?
Rubbing her tummy absentmindedly, she took in the smells of fresh eggs simmering, laced with pepper and hints of salt, along with the crispy scent of toast melding in with the waft of smoked sausage. God, he could cook! Only she could be this lucky.
Her mouth watered and he smirked at her, reveling in the moment. If there was one thing he could do better than cheer his Lady up, it was cooking.'Man, I am good.' He remained smug as he brought over two steaming platefuls.
Placing one in front of her, she eyed her fork. Quirking his brows, he tilted his head in confusion. Marinette picked up her fork, and threw it behind her before she dug into her breakfast ravenously. Recoiling in horror, Adrien narrowly dodged bits of scrambled eggs flying at his face. Oblivious to her husband's plight, she continued to eat heartily, transforming their kitchen into a war zone.
The plate licked clean and the flight of food cut short, an enormous burp sounded from the petite bluenette. She muffled an 'excuse me' behind her hand, tomato red and embarrassed to the highest degree. Adrien stood as stiff as a statue, blinking erratically. What ravenous beast had he unleashed? He pulled at his hair. 'What hath science wrought?' he thought dramatically. Lost in his own thoughts and petrified, he could've sworn he heard his Lady ask for seconds.