Marinette was in a frantic state. She ran around the room trying to pull on pants and a shirt. She threw on a coat with her phone to her ear.

"Momma?" Her voice came out rushed. She hadn't meant for it to, but she had lost control.

"It's so late. What's wrong?" Sabine's voice was groggy.

"Adrien is hanging out with a friend tonight and he got really sick and I need you to come watch the kids, so I can take him to a doctor." Marinette let the words rush from her mouth. She couldn't tell her the truth. That he was hurt in an alleyway and she had to go find him.

"Alright, alright. Let me get my coat and I'll come right away. Don't you worry, honey." Sabine hung up the phone.

Marinette rushed around in a panic. What had happened? What did he do this time? Would he be okay? He sounded bad. She grabbed her bangs in frustration and fear. She couldn't lose him. He was her partner, her lover, and her soulmate.

It didn't take long for her mom to get to their house. The buzzer rang and Marinette about threw herself at the button to open the gate. Her mom walked into the house and Marinette let everything show on her face.

"Are you sure you can do this? I can always take him for you." Sabine looked at her daughter with concern on her face.

"I have to. Thank you for coming and thanks for the offer. I'm sorry it's so late." Marinette held back tears and bit her bottom lip.

"Anytime." Sabine yawned.

Marinette grabbed the keys to the black Peugeot RCZ. "Um, the guest room is made up."

Sabine nodded and Marinette ran out the front door. She made her way to the car and climbed in before speeding to his location. She cut corners fast and didn't care if she got in an accident. She had to save her kitty.

She parked in front of the bakery and climbed out. She locked the car with a quick push of the button and made her way into the dark.

"Chat?" Her voice shook and she clutched her coat close to her body.

"Here!" Adrien groaned and clenched his teeth tighter.

That's when Marinette looked down the alley to see a silhouette against the brick wall. He was in a ball on the floor, holding his side.

"Oh my God." She ran to him and held his head in her hands. "What happened? You're losing a lot of blood."

"I'm sorry. I was stupid. I shouldn't have tried to save that woman." Adrien looked at her with squinted eyes.

"It's okay, minou. Just hang on." Marinette stood up and ripped the hem of her shirt. She unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a cut at the side of his muscular abs. "Oh God." The tears she had been holding back came spilling out in waves.

"It's bad, isn't it?" Adrien winced.

"How could you be so stupid…" Marinette covered her eyes and her body racked with sobs.

"I wanted to help her. I saw him pull a knife and knocked it from him. I turned to tell her to run and my vision went black. And… here I am. I don't remember much else." Adrien cringed.

Marinette wrapped the torn fabric from her shirt around his waist to add pressure to the wound. "You're gonna need stitches."

"Can you do it?" Adrien winced from the searing pain of her wrapping the gash so tightly.

"I mean… wouldn't it be best to go to a hospital?" Marinette peered down at him with tear filled eyes.

"To be honest…" Adrien bit his lip. He didn't want to tell her what was going through his mind. How he might not make it there.

"He won't make it." Plagg shot out from his pocket eating camembert.

"I don't have a suture kit in the car." Marinette cried.

"What car you got, Bugaboo?" Adrien groaned and opened his clinched emerald eyes.

"The Peugeot." Marinette's voice was strangled in her throat.

"Dashboard. I keep dental floss. It should work. You have your travel sewing kit?" Adrien pointed at her purse over her shoulder.

Marinette nodded and opened her purse.

"Use the floss and needle. I trust you." Adrien nodded at her before shutting his eyes tight and swallowing hard.

Marinette ran to the car and grabbed the floss. She made her way back to him and thread the needle with the floss.

"I'm sorry." Marinette let the tears fall more.

"It's okay. Just focus and try." Adrien smiled and ran his hand along her jaw.

Marinette helped him out of his shirt and handed it to him. Adrien bunched it up and put it between his teeth. "Ready."

Marinette swallowed hard and untied the cloth that was wrapped around him. Her hand shook and she felt sick. The smell was thick and it flooded her senses. Being pregnant and sensitive to smells didn't help.

"I'm sorry, Princess." Adrien spoke through the shirt in his mouth. "You can do this."

Marinette cleared her throat, wiped her eyes, and held the needle over the gash. She tried to prepare herself for what she had to do. She loved to sew fabric into beautiful creations, but she had never imagined sewing skin, let alone the love of her life's.

She pulled the wound together and he groaned in pain, His face scrunched up and his teeth clenched tightly around the shirt.

"Fu…" His voice caught in his throat.

"I'm so sorry." Marinette let more tears fall from her eyes before starting to sew the wound from the middle out.

Adrien tried to hold still, tried to stay conscious through the pain. He tried to focus on his family. His favorite thing in the whole world. Little Louis.

"Stay with me. Almost done, minou." Marinette sniffed and pulled the last stitch tight. She bit the thread and backed up."Let me see your head."

Adrien groaned and looked down. The gash on his head was smaller. "I think you'll be okay. We need to get you home. Can you stand?"

"I don't know. I haven't-" He moaned. "Haven't tried."

Marinette stood up and put the sewing stuff away. She held out her hand.

"Bugaboo, I'm too heavy for you right now." Adrien sighed and peered up at her.

"Plagg. Can you help me, please?" Marinette called out.

Adrien was covered in leather and had become Chat Noir once again. Plagg gave him enough support and made him numb enough to stand. Marinette wrapped an arm around his waist and they limped to the car. She helped him into the passenger side and she drove them back home. She just hoped that her mom would be sleeping. Let alone the kids.

They pulled into the multiple car garage. Marinette cut the engine and fell against the seat, rubbing her stomach. She let the sobs take her own.

"Mari. I'm okay. I promise." He brushed a tear from her cheek.

"I know… but if I had waited any longer. If you had waited any longer to call me…" She sobbed and choked on her words.

"But you got there in time." Chat weakly smiled. "I'll meet you upstairs. I'll use my staff to go up to the window."

Marinette nodded and climbed out of the car. She made her way into the house and hung her keys up with the others in the kitchen.

She noticed her mom had gone to bed and that the kids were still sound asleep. She made it up the grand staircase to their room. She slowly opened the door to their bedroom and noticed the room was empty. Marinette began to panic and rush around the room.

"Adrien?" She begged for a response.

A hand caught her shoulder and she turned around to see her husband without a shirt, wearing only jeans. She jumped at the sight of him.

"I didn't mean to scare you." Adrien brought her into a hug. "I'm just gonna go clean up." He pointed a thumb towards their master bathroom.

Marinette nodded and breathed out a calming breath before sitting on their bed.

Adrien looked into the counter to ceiling mirror. He tried to piece together what had happened. He had decided that there had to have been a second guy. The other one had been too stunned to act that fast. But what had hit him?

Adrien pulled alcohol out of a drawer and a few cotton balls. He felt along the cut to see if there was bruising. Adrien winced as he felt around it. It was long and went across the back of his head.

"Plagg. What happened?" Adrien winced and began to rub alcohol on the cuts.

"You turned away from the guy." Plagg flew in front of him and threw a piece of camembert into his mouth. "Then, a second guy came out of hiding and hit you with a baseball bat."

"Why did I turn away?" Adrien winced and covered his eyes with his hand, while he leaned against the counter.

"Adrien?" Marinette's voice came as a soft whisper through the door. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Adrien cleaned up the mess on the counter and opened the door.

She looked absolutely distraught. Her shoulders sagged and her eyes had rings underneath them.

"You need rest, m'lady." Adrien sighed. "And, so do I."

"How did you get knocked out?" Marinette looked him in the eye.

"Plagg said something about a second guy coming out from somewhere and knocking me out with a bat." Adrien sighed and winced when he touched the back of his head. "I guess, I kind of remember seeing something out of my periferal. And I guess that would explain how the guy was able to find the knife I kicked away from him."

Marinette's lip trembled and she threw herself at him. "I'm so sorry. If I had been there. If I had been Ladybug…"

Adrien rubbed her back and held her close, breathing in the scent of her hair. The calm lavender and brown sugar scent calmed him.

"If you had been there, I'd have lost two of the most important people in my life." Adrien sighed.

Marinette sniffed. "I'll get you ice and a couple ibuprofen."

She reluctantly let him go and wandered down stairs to get a bag of ice and some painkillers.

Adrien threw a bandage over his stitches and wrapped his head with gauze to stop the bleeding. He undid the button on his jeans before kicking them off. Adrien laid down in their bed and peered up at the ceiling. His patrol incident swam around his brain. He tried to calculate if there had been anything he could have done to stop it. Besides not saving the woman or warning her to run. The stress and sadness overwhelmed him. He blamed himself and he was filled with guilt.

Marinette walked into the room with everything. "Here." She handed him the pills with a bottle of water and put the ice on the back of his head.

"Thank you, Bugaboo." He gave her the best smile he could. "Seriously." Adrien brought her hand to his soft lips and she melted.

Her kitty was safe and sound at home in their bed. She could breathe again. However, Louis better come soon because she didn't know how much more of this she could handle.