"At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet."― Plato
"Argh!"
Marinette walked passed the room of her frustrated daughter to hear her cries of irritation. Smiling, she gently knocked on her door.
"Bridgette dear, are you okay?" She asked her.
Bridgette looked up from her cluttered desk and gave her mother a weary gaze. Around her were tons of balled up paper and pens that scattered the floor. Marinette sat down on the ground next to her child and rubbed her back.
"Mom have you ever tried to do something nice for a person you loved?" Bridgette finally answered, causing her mother to flinch with embarrassment. "Like you wanted to do something for this person, but you were to afraid to tell them?"
"Well...um...there was a time when I was obsessed with trying to get your father's attention. I was very shy at my age and had a hard time conveying my feelings." She twisted her ponytail and grinned awkwardly. "I even had a shrine."
Bridgette blinked in surprise. She didn't know her mother was that crazy as a young teenager! She laughed at her mother's flustered face and placed the paper of what she was working on in her hand.
"I was writing a poem for the boy I like. I'm having a hard time trying to tell him how I feel."
Marinette looked over her daughter's work and smiled. "You have a gift! I would've never wrote something like this when I was your age."
"Really? What kind of things did you write to father?"
She noticed her mother's face glowing red and starting to fiddle with her hands. "There was this one time..."
"You can do this Marinette!"
Alya pushed her best friend towards the school building. In her frighten hands was a decorated piece of paper, a poem she had written for Adrien. Marinette was considering chickening out, but her friend had other plans.
"I can't do this Alya! What if he doesn't read it? What if he hates it?" She was about to ramble on with her thoughts when Ayla placed her fingers on her mouth.
"Deep breaths girl, you aren't getting anywhere having panic attacks." She took her finger off her mouth and pointed towards the door. "Now go get him!"
Marinette gave her one last grimace before walking up the stairs to greet Adrien, who was coming out the school. Casually, she bumped into him, dropping her paper.
Oh no! I have to pick it up before...Her thoughts were interrupted when she saw him picking up the paper.
"I think you dropped this." He said, giving her the paper.
"I...um...uh..." She continued to ramble before getting her words together. "That's for you!"
Adrien smiled and raised an eyebrow at her worried expression. "For me? What is it?"
"Well it's a poem I wrote for you." She closed her eyes as a blush formed on her face. "Hope you like it."
Adrien looked down at the paper. It read-
You are the one I always think about.
Thinking about you keeps me awake at night.
I love the way you treat others.
You're my beacon of light.
Thank you for being there for me!
"I know it's a bit short, but I couldn't think of the right words to say and I-"
Marinette stopped rambling as Adrien wrapped his arms around her petite frame. Shocked for a second, she smiled blissfully as he hugged her tighter.
"I love it, thank you for the nice poem." He whispered in her ear.
Marinette felt like she was on cloud nine. She wanted to stay in this position forever.
"So what happened next?" Bridgette asked, her eyes sparkling at the cute story.
"Well from what your father told me, he had that poem framed and placed on his wall. I think he still has that silly thing somewhere." She told her.
"Mom, your romance stories are always so romantic." Suddenly, she had an idea. "Do you think my crush will like my poem?"
"I guarantee if you show him your poem he will no doubt like it."
"Then I better get dad's insight on the poem!" She jumped up out of her chair, leaving her stunned mother on the ground. "DAD COME AND READ MY POEM!"
Marinette smiled and shook her head. Her young daughter took so much after herself.
I love this AU with these two being parents. So next time, expect some more stories. Please review, favorite, and follow for more!
