AN: Thank you so much for the reviews! They make me smile and love reading your comments!

Three things I wanna say:

1. BLESS Thomas Astruc aka Hawkdaddy for FINALLY giving us everyone's last name, especially Nino's (you have no idea how much I wanted to know his, lol)

2. I like slow paced stories as much as the next person but a change of pace is refreshing every now and then!

3. Adrien could walk into the swankiest restaurant in all of Paris wearing a potato sack and no one would bat their eyes at him, thinking it was couture or something. LOL. Money and name status talks after all.

Happy reading~

J'Adore Ton Sourire

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A nineteen year old Marinette awoke one day during the early hours of the morning drenched in sweat and a high beating pulse. Just a few weeks after the defeat of Hawkmoth, Paris was able to sleep in, in peace for once. Clasping both her hands to her mouth, she jumped over the ladder to her bed and landed on the ground with a big thud. Rushing, she unlatched her bedroom door lock and quickly made her way to the bathroom.

Spilling whatever little contents she had in her stomach, she dry-heaved the rest into the toilet bowl. Tikki, with her concerned eyes, watched her young partner from the slightly ajar bathroom door wanting to give her some privacy.

This wasn't the first time Marinette rushed to the bathroom with morning sickness or was even able to hold it in that long, in order to reach said bathroom. Half the time she'd vomit right into her trash can right next to her bed.

"Marinette… maybe we should tell your mom? You've been sick for the past two weeks. You need a doctor" Tikki frowned.

Rinsing her mouth, a couple of times and applying toothpaste to her toothbrush, she stuck the brush into her mouth and shook her head. Scrubbing her teeth for a few silent seconds, she spat out the paste and rinsed her mouth.

"I'm fine, really" Marinette tried to sound reassuring but failed miserably as Tikki lightly glared at her with that all knowing look of hers.

Marinette heavily sighed. She had suspicions as to what this could be. She was dating Nathanaël, her boyfriend of three months at that time but she had yet to sleep with him.

Who she did have sex with was her one and only partner - Chat Noir.

It was intoxicating, hot, and passionate but what did she know about sex? That was her first time.

Marinette was the Queen of the Klutzes, she wasn't perfect by any means of the word, and adding a one-night affair to her list was just another mark of imperfections onto her list.

Frowning, her mind briefly wandered to the 'what-ifs'

What if Chat Noir wanted her the way she wanted him?

What if their one night together lead to gaining some backbone confidence to leaving her current relationship? Sure she was happy, Nathanaël treated her right but… he wasn't Chat Noir.

What if Chat Noir wanted her the way she wanted him?

"Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry. Oh, Dieu, don't cry" Marinette whisper-chanted to herself.

Asking her mom if she would accompany her to the doctors, she braced herself for the worst but would it really be the worst thing to ever happen to her?

A few hours later and she was in a clinic, laying down on a cold medical chair with a doctor silently examining her. She heard the occasional hums from time to time. Marinette had her eyes closed tightly shut as the sensation of ice cold waves traveled through her entire body. She closed her eyes as the ultrasound beeped and moved around the cold jelly like liquid that was covering her flat toned stomach. She kept her eyes closed still even after the whole thing was done. Her mother squeezed her hand lightly, sitting by her side.

"Congratulations Mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng and Madame Cheng" the doctor warmly smiled and congratulated, shaking hands with Sabine.

Marinette could feel the warmth radiating off of him but couldn't tell with her eyes closed.

"Pregnant" Sabine repeated to herself as she processed the information.

"I'm…" Marientte slowly opened her eyes and viewed the monitor, "pregnant" she breathed.

She knew it. She damn well knew it. Missed period and tell-tale signs for weeks.

She knew it.

But it wasn't Nathanaël's.

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Marinette couldn't sleep any later as she rose early and started her day as she normally did.

Get up, check on Louis, take a shower, get dressed, put on makeup and then prepare breakfast with a baby monitor by her side.

Sitting at her vanity desk, Marinette heavily sighed as she patted on the heavy cream concealer on her fair skin underneath her eyes. It served to help her look more alive than she felt inside and to help hide the healing bruise of the black right eye she was currently sporting.

"Alya is right outside" Tikki informed Marinette as she got up and went straight to the door.

"Hey, girl!" Alya greeted with two light pecks on both of Marinette's checks.

Marinette returned the gesture and moved aside to let Alya in.

Immediately entering the small apartment, Alya noticed a slumped over figure at the kitchen table with a shot glass a reach away from Nathanaël's hand.

"Fun night?" Alya sarcastically asked, pointing towards the kitchen.

Marinette rolled her eyes, "The funnest. So fun that it took me forever to get Louis to stop crying and into bed AND on top of that, the party was so wild that I received a nice little parting gift" she said as she smudged the concealer on her right eye showing Alya the nice purple bruise.

"What an asshole. Just let me at him once with a wooden spoon, PLEASE" Alya begged as both young women headed to Marinette's bedroom.

"I think you'd have better luck with metal" Marinette smirked as she gently picked up Louis from his crib as she waited for Alya to take the stroller from the closet.

"I packed his food, clothes, diapers, and wipes in his bag" Marinette told Alya as she nodded. "And I have extra clothes and stuff back at my place. Don't worry"

"What would I do without you?" Marinette smiled.

"Live a whole lot more miserably than you already do?" Alya shot back with a raised brow.

"Can't argue there" Marinette lightly giggled as they made their way outside. Louis was settled into his stroller with a blanket wrapped over him. Handing Alya the baby bag, Marinette quickly leaned in and gave her son a big kiss on his forehead. "Je t'aime, my love" she whispered to Louis. Alya gave Marinette a two finger salute and made her way out.

Marinette couldn't thank her best friend enough. Alya and Nino were high school sweethearts that married young and have gained plenty of experience with taking care of a child thanks to their friend in need.

Marinette was like any other over protective mother - she trusted very few with her only son. Her precious son that she loved to the moon and back.

Entering her room again, she reapplied her concealer and a light coat of glossy vanilla flavored lipgloss to her lips and prepared all the laundry she would take to the laundromat for the day.

Knowing that Louis was safe for at least three days while Alya was on vacation from work- Marinette could breathe normal for once. She didn't have to be on constant edge that she'd come home to an unattended wailing, screaming eight months old and a passive-aggressive drunk.

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"Remember that one summer we spent in Milan" a sweet voice cooed into his ear. Her hot breath made the shell of his ear twitch as she trailed a finger up the ripples of his abs muscles making him tense.

If there was one thing Adrien hated in this entire world, it was having to work with her again.

"That summer we spent with very little clothes on and mostly in bed?" she continued as her tongue peeked out to make contact with his ear.

"CUT!" Adrien desperately yelled as he pushed the model off of him and asked for a break. Vincent, his longtime friend and photographer agreed as everyone scattered around to enjoy a short fifteen minute break.

"Adrien! I was asking you a question!" she pouted, sitting on her knees in the sand of the beach setup.

"You can ask after work and without your tongue in my ear, Lila" he grumbled.

Shivering, Adrien took a napkin from the snack bar and tried scrubbing away at his ear furiously trying to forget the feel of Lila crawling all over him.

Why did he have such rotten luck and have to shoot a beach ad with her? As if her frequent stalking text messages weren't enough.

"You may not want to remember but your body sure does" Lila whispered, planting light kisses all over his bare back and shoulder blades.

Quickly moving away, Adrien ran for a towel that was placed on a chair of the beach set and tried wiping at his back. "You're not very professional today" Adrien rolled his eyes.

"We're on break" Lila shot back, hand on her hip. She was about to say something witty when a group of young and inexperienced models who were fans formed a circle around her. "Signorina Rossi! Signorina Rossi! May we please get an autograph and picture with you?" the Italian fans enthusiastically asked.

This was the perfect chance for Adrien to finally escape. Fishing his phone out of his shorts pocket, he looked at the time on the small screen. He signed as he had to endure another two hours with Lila then head home to find something to take to the laundromat with him.

He would much rather spend his time with Marinette than Lila any day of the week.

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Marinette reached the laundromat at the exact time as she always did and Adrien was nowhere in sight. She figured he was probably running a bit behind or at least she hoped to all the deities she could name that he was. She desperately needed an escape from the hell she has been living in for the past two years. Her new found friendship with the French supermodel was exactly that - her vicarious escape.

Sitting on top of the counter, her feet dangled high above as she absentmindedly flipped through a Jalouse interview that featured Gabriel Agreste.

The infamous French fashion powerhouse had been absent from the public scene for over two years. It was a miracle that they could even get an interview with him.

Q: Monsieur Agreste, what have you been up to these past two years?

G.A.: Traveling, creating new designs and overseeing our other branches of course.

Q: Silk or chiffon?

G.A.: -

A gust of wind entered the hot laundromat causing Marinette to look up. She immediately smiled and forgot all about her magazine as she set it down and waved at Adrien.

"I thought you weren't coming" she told him as her smile met her bright blue eyes.

To Adrien her eyes looked bright and lively unlike the past couple of weeks. "Sorry, my shoot went over and then I had to run home to get my laundry"

"Hmm… speaking of that, I never did ask…" she trailed off as Adrien waited for her to finish while he briefly scanned her outfit. She was wearing a red ruffled tank top, short black ripped jean shorts and red flats.

"Hmm?" he hummed.

"Is your washer broken?" she finished, smirking as he laughed shaking his head.

"Ah… there it is. The 'what are you doing in a laundromat' question. Didn't we discuss this last week?" he shot her back a playful wink.

Marinette basked in the light that was his refreshing airy playful mood. "You were pretty vague if I do recall"

Adrien sheepishly scratched the back of his neck and shrugged, "I don't have a washer. Never bothered to invest in one when I can do it right here in the city"

"Ah huh… and I bet you were expecting to flirt with hot singles along the way?" she teased.

'You're the only one… but you're not single' Adrien thought as he raised an eyebrow and theatrically clutched at his shirt again. "You wound me yet again, M'lady. I'm not so much of a tomcat… or at least not anymore" he admitted.

Marinette's cheeks redden at him calling her 'M'lady', it had been far too long since she's heard that. She really missed Chat Noir and somehow found a bit of him in Adrien.

"At least you're honest" Marinette smiled and looked him up and down. He was wearing a simple pair of blue Hugo Boss jeans, a white slim fit long sleeved Armani shirt, paired with white Chanel sneakers. She could easily tell the brands apart by every stitch and seam and fold and cut and design pattern.

"So what are we washing today?" Adrien asked as he dragged a navy blue bag behind him. "I just have a couple of blankets and clothes to do, myself"

"Well today, I have more of my prison warden's clothes to wash all while fighting off pain in the ass acrylic and oil paint stains that are marinated in the stench of cheap American whiskey off of them"

"That sounds… fun" Adrien hesitated. He watched her expression as she shrugged as if saying 'C'est la vie'

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A brief moment of silence took over them as they settled their clothes into the washers and turned on the machines.

Not even fifteen minutes later and Marinette was drenched in sweat. It was the hottest day of the month and she was glad that she was all healed up from bruises on her arms and legs. She cursed when she wiped at her sweaty face and her creamy liquid concealer started coming right off.

Luckily she wasn't facing Adrien when this happened as she fanned herself with her rolled up magazine and hopped onto the counter again to sit.

"Hey, Marinette I was thinking, would y-" Adrien stopped mid-sentence as he quickly turned around and furiously blushed. Marinette's chest was popped right in front of him, noticing sweat droplets that would disappear right in between as her back arched, her arms extended up as her fingers were tangled into her dark hair that glowed a tint of dark blue in the sunlight. She was putting her hair up into a high ponytail, holding a small black elastic band right between her teeth.

Adrien subconsciously licked his suddenly dry lips.

"Yes?" Marinette asked, finishing tying the hair band into her hair and tightening the ends of her ponytail. Her face was flushed from the heat as her chest heaved rapidly from the thick humid air.

Adrien was in a trance as he stepped closer to her and lightly brushed the pad of his thumb onto her slightly agape lips. Marinette's breathe hitched and held in her chest as he took her by surprise, her heart beating sporadically in her ears.

"Why?" he whispered, a slight pang of pain evident in his voice.

Marinette wasn't sure what he meant until she had to tilt her head up to look directly into those mesmerizing green eyes. His hands cupped her face in both palms as he repeated his question, "Why?"

Marinette momentarily blinked and sighed, "Like I said… he fancies whiskey. He's a struggling artist with a drinking problem…" she closed her eyes, not being able to bear the frown that marred his perfect face, "It's honestly not that bad… I'm not in much… pain" she winced when his cool fingers brushed against the now visible purple bruising surrounding her right eye.

"It's not fair" Adrien spoke up, getting closer to her, one leg in-between her legs as he could feel his own blood rushing and erratically beating chest with a heart that would have escaped his chest by now if it weren't for his rib cage firmly keeping it in place.

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He wasn't one to start affairs, he was a gentleman after all… but Marinette had this power over him. They've only known each other for less than a month and every week was a constant internal war within himself.

He so wanted to rip her straight out of the arms of her current boyfriend and claim her as his own. He wanted to ravish and treat her like the princess she is. He never wanted that beautiful smile of hers to falter. She looked miserable and even more so whenever they brought her abusive boyfriend into the conversation.

Adrien bit his bottom lip hard, almost hard enough to cause it to bleed. If he were to kiss her now, there was a high chance that she'd slap him and never wish to see him ever again, as a friend or otherwise. Or there was a high chance she wouldn't.

He honestly didn't want that, he didn't want to tarnish what little bit of normalcy he had in his life - this precious friendship he had with a kindhearted, beautiful, intelligent young woman. He wasted a lot of time being angry, cold, and distant. He wasted a lot of time messing around with models and rebelling against his father during these past two years. He was beyond pissed off at France's beloved Gabriel Agreste and with everything combined that he's done and has thought of doing - he just wasted time, time he could've spent meeting nice decent people and forming strong bonds with.

He wasn't about to screw that up now with Marinette just because the very thought of kissing her made his libido sky rocket to the freakin' moon and stay there.

Pulling back, he decided to preserve his friendship with her. He decided not to meddle into Marinette's personal life more than he already has, he wasn't going to question or beg her to leave her boyfriend. It wasn't his place to question her reasons to begin with.

He wasn't even sure himself if he was literally speaking with his dick or actually planning a future with her. He wasn't sure if he felt empathetic or just his inner gentleman roaring and thrashing like a savage beast ready to sweep her off her feet because he wholeheartedly wanted to.

Marinette quickly tugged the collar of his shirt and pushed him closer, crashing her lips with his and causing an inaudible gasp out of him. She was never this impulsive and brave but something in her snapped with the hungry look in his eyes for her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her left hand weaving through his blonde unruly hair while her right hand wrapped around his board lean shoulder.

Adrien tightly held onto her hips; he could taste the vanilla of her lipgloss as they briefly caught their breaths for a split second, Marinette's hot minty breath fanned against his face as she took lung full's of air deep into her chest and reclaimed his lips. She begged him for entrance as he happily obliged. He could hear her deep throaty moan as her slim fingers tugged on his hair and tried pulling him closer.

Marinette was starved of any physical contact and had been for the past two years. This current little predicament of Adrien's was seriously not helping the blood rushing southbound to his lower region.

The hot summer air turned ice quickly into water, melting more than enough of children's ice creams, and made bodies slick with sweat and clothes stick on like a second skin.

Adrien was ready to throw Marinette right down on the counter itself, not caring if it was public indecency or even too public of a show.

He felt like fire was coursing through his veins with an unquenched thirst for everything Marinette. He knew it the second he did it that he screwed up big time - Adrien sucked and nibbled on a patch of skin by her collarbone. He had made a small but clearly visible mark on her.

Marinette relished in the new sensations that Adrien made her feel. He made her come alive and actually feel noticed. Even if it was for a short moment, it made her forget all her worries. The fact that she was struggling with rent, wasn't getting enough tailoring jobs as before, wasn't happy in life other than the joy her son brought her, and needed to fend off Nathanaël every time he decided to get drunk and hurt her; none of that mattered when she was with Adrien.

Marinette extended her neck longer giving Adrien more space as he trailed kisses from her neck and jawline. Both her hands were swept up into his hair and pushing his head closer to her skin. His nose lightly bumped against her cheek as he planted a quick peck on her cheek and found his lips to hers again as he ran his hands up and down her thighs and legs.

The red hot fire that sparked uncontrollably between them that started it all soon dimmed down to a pleasant soft and slow pace.

Adrien gently left a peck on her lips, kissed both her closed eyelids and then lingered on her forehead.

Marinette almost whimpered when she felt the loss of contact. Slowly opening her eyes, she was met with hazy green eyes. "Hi" he whispered.

"Hi… w-wow" she breathed. Her cheeks were flushed even more than before, lips swollen, her clothes were definitely clinging onto her by now, and heart still trying to calm down.

"Does this make me a low life scumbag or unbelievable prick who just did that now for trying to steal another man's girlfriend?" Adrien lips pursed into a frown.

Marinette couldn't help but laugh and smiled; Adrien adored her laugh and smile.

"Not if said girlfriend is willing. You're neither a scumbag or prick in my book. You have my full consent to stealing me away… if that's what you really want" she blushed.

"Oh, I would very much like that" he replied honestly with a flirtatious wink. He wasn't entirely sure of the future or what it may hold for them but he was sure enough that he wanted to claim her as his own and to never see another bruise on her ever again.

"So… what did you want to ask me before… you know" Marinette asked, eyeing his lips and biting her own.

Adrien ruffled his hair even more and stretched, "Oh, umm… I was wondering if you'd like to have dinner with me? Our laundry will take a while to dry and… if I'm not overstepping my bounds…"

Marinette bit her lip shaking her head, "I just made out in a laundromat with a hot supermodel and I'm seriously in no rush to get back home. I think you're fine"

Adrien laughed and offered his hand to her, "Good to know"

Marinette gladly took his hand and hopped off the counter. She never once let go of him as she wrapped her arm over his and leaned into his taller figure.

They still had plenty of time before the laundromat closed for the night as they made their way down the street to find somewhere small and casual for dinner.

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"Adrien… when you said dinner, I wasn't expecting a five-star bistro"

"Sorry… I'm still getting used to not going out to expensive places. If this bothers you, we could go somewhere else?"

"No! No, really it's fine… I'm sure my funds won't suffer… too much"

Adrien frowned, "Marinette, I'm not expecting you to pay for your own meal"

"Oh…" Marinette brightly blushed for the umpteenth time that day.

They arrived at a small hole in the wall bistro that she had never once seen as many times as she's walked up and down the same streets for years.

To say that Coccinelle was exactly in her price range would be a complete lie. She could never afford a plate here in her lifetime.

Sitting down, Marinette couldn't help but fidget and feel out of place, especially with a now visible black eye.

"You okay?" Adrien asked, watching her nervous movements.

"Just feeling a bit under dressed is all" she truthfully told him.

"You're beautiful, no need to feel self-conscious about that" he squeezed her hand lightly across the table and focused on the visible hickey he left on her neck, he couldn't help feeling proud.

Marinette playfully rolled her eyes, "A charmer, eh? Boy, what ever did I get myself into?" She teased.

"A night that will leave you crawling out of bed and unable to walk for the rest of the week once I'm done with you" he casually replied as he flipped through the menu, "Now how about we start off with a bottle of cabernet sauvignon or do you prefer a nice merlot or pinot noir?"

That definitely shut her up and left her speechless with a quickening heart rate.

Adrien Agreste was no Nathanaël, that was for sure.

"Umm…" she gulped.

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Done! To be continued.

Things are definitely spicing up! But when will Chat Noir make an appearance and learn that he has a son with Ladybug? Dun dun dun. You'll see!

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