so um i'm finally back haha (updating because i've had extra time because of my strep throat whoo) i believe that there will be one or two more chapters until the end, so this chapter is kind of major but also a filler? idk but here it is

also omg you guys are so supportive and aghhh just thank ya'll for not hating me since i'm the worlds suckiest updater

ok now byee - teenagetrash

"Marry me, Marinette Dupain-Cheng." Those words sent a shiver down her spine every time she replayed it in her head.

Those words also brought her to where she was today.

"You look absolutely beautiful, dear." A gentle voice spoke from behind her, bringing her back to reality. Turning, she smiled, as Mrs. Potts kissed her forehead lovingly. "Are you ready?"

Marinette exhaled deeply, hands clammy from anxiety and anticipation. She nodded, taking Mrs. Potts hand to exit the dressing room.

The dress was gorgeous: A white, fluffy ballgown with a sweetheart neckline decorated with gold designs. The skirt flowed yet also bounced when she walked, and the sleeves, long and tight, showed off her elegant but strong build.

Her hair was pulled up in a braided bun, with gold clips holding it in place. The darkness of her hair contrasting with the gold was simply breathtaking.

In other words, Marinette was a beautiful bride.

She and Mrs. Potts stood in front of the door, waiting until her father took her hand. Looking into his kind eyes, Marinette smiled and gently squeezed his hand.

"Before you go out there, I would like to say something." Mr. Dupain-Cheng said, tears glistening in his eyes. "On my wedding day, I was a young man who was overflowing with love for your mother. I never thought," The man's voice cracked with emotion. "I never thought there would ever be any woman who was as wise and beautiful as she was. But now," On the other side of the doors, the orchestra began playing, but Mr. Dupain-Cheng didn't seem to notice. "I look at you, and I look at who you've grown up to be, and I look at the woman you've become, and I realize I was wrong. It's you, Marinette. Your mother was my beautiful wife, but you are my beautiful daughter, and I'm sure she would have been so proud like I am."

The woman smiled with blurry eyesight, and hugged her dear father. They turned, and Marinette sighed, knowing she was ready.

The doors opened.

The agape doorway revealed the chapel. Sunlight streamed in, colored by the stained-glass windows, showing the slight dust in the air. The people stood, looking back at the bride.

Walking down the aisle, Marinette felt her heart beating faster when Adrien looked back at her. The orchestra continued to play as her father let go of her arm and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Slowly, she joined Adrien's side, careful not to trip or step on her dress.

"We are all gathered here today," The minister began, and Marinette looked to Adrien. This was her future. He was her future.

A half an hour later, the minister proclaimed the marriage. "You may kiss the bride!"

Marinette turned to face her husband, heart warming as she met his green eyes. Goosebumps and chills ran throughout her as he lovingly cupped her freckled cheek and kissed his wife.

The woman closed her eyes as the sanctuary erupted into cheers, and when they broke away, she turned to face the crowd, grasping her husband's hand.

"What now?" She whispered, and Adrien laughed softly. "Now, we have a ball."

Marinette picked up the dress as she stepped down from the altar. The crowd was funneling out of the chapel, but Mr. Dupain-Cheng approached the newlyweds. "Adrien," He greeted, and the blonde nodded in return. "Sir."

"Treat her well. I may not have liked you at first, but I know now that there is a loving man behind that old façade."

"Yes, sir. Thank you."

"And my daughter," He turned to the woman. "Remember what I said. Never forget it, my dear."

"Yes, father." The old man smiled kindly before too leaving the sanctuary. Marinette glanced to her husband. "I suppose we have a ball to attend?"

"That we do, Mrs. Agreste."

He took her hand, and they walked down the aisle together. "My love, do you feel up to this? You look as if you're about to break down into tears." Marinette smiled and shook her head. Truthfully, she was feeling a bit queasy, but Adrien looked so joyful.

"I'm fine," She reassured. "Let's go."

They entered the main hall, to be greeted by several people at once. Many 'congratulations' later, they finally reached their designated table. Almost immediately, the orchestra began playing, forcing Marinette to stand and join her husband in the first dance.

Slowly, they swayed to the music, and the world seemed to fall away as they danced. The lights dimmed out except for a few candles, and Marinette closed her eyes. The crowd silenced, leaving only the music to be heard. Adrien sighed, relishing the moment of his nervousness falling away and of the raw feeling of just being with his dear wife. When the music stopped, there was a second where the whole room seemed to be holding its breath, but when the couple broke out into laughter, the crowd clapped.

Chuckling, Adrien led Marinette back to the table. A feeling of giddiness washed over him, and all he wanted was for the celebration to last forever.

Dances past, hours went, and before they knew it, the evening had come to an end. Moonlight shone through the windows as Marinette and Adrien assisted the servants with the cleanup.

"Leave us be!" Mrs. Potts argued, pushing the two out of the door. Laughing, they slowly walked up the stairs. "Today was a good day," Adrien stated awkwardly. "I love you, but I'm honestly glad it's over."

Marinette laughed quietly. "Me, too."

They came to a stop. "I'll just-" She started towards her room, but he stopped her and kissed her lightly.

Surprised, Marinette pulled back, cheeks burning. Adrien stuttered, embarrassment causing him to trip over the sentences. "I- I'm so- so sorry, I- "

Marinette shushed the man by gently kissing him. "Mr. Agreste,"

"Yes?"

"Stop talking."

One month later, spring was in full swing and pollen had filled the air, giving Marinette an itchy throat and backed up sinuses. Briskly, she walked down the hall, sipping the warm tea with her book in hand.

"You look especially radiant today, love." Adrien said as the woman entered the kitchen, glancing up from his newspaper momentarily before looking back down with a smile.

"Your lying has improved." She joked, moving to the opposite side of the table so he wouldn't get sick. "What's for dinner?"

"Something chicken, I believe. But here, take these. You look green." He handed her a package of crackers that were already open. She laughed and cleared her throat. "Hungry?"

Adrien looked up, folding the paper. "I was snacking. Now you will too."

They sat, and while Marinette began eating the crackers, Adrien talked about the architectural beauty of Paris. "Why Paris?"

"They talk all about in the paper. I had an idea of us going after you get over this cold." Marinette nodded, and placed a hand on her throat as she coughed.

"That sounds marvelous. I just-" She coughed, and groaned. "Why am I the only one that gets sick here?"

"I'm calling a doctor. This is too much like before." Adrien stood, placing the newspaper on the table.

"It's a cold, not the White Plague."

"No matter. I'm writing to Doctor Bustier." Marinette sighed, but took his outstretched hand after he walked around the table. "You'll get medication and this will all be over within the week. Do you hurt anywhere specifically?"

"No?"

"Well, Bustier will know what to do."

"Adrien, I don't think-" She paused. "It could be a waste of money. I'll be fine, truthfully."

He shook his head. "I love you too much to let you sit in misery."

"I'd hardly deem it misery, though- "

"Too late, I'm writing it!" He kissed her before starting to the main hall. Laughing, Marinette gave in, reluctantly following the blonde. "I hate you!"

"You love me!" He called over his shoulder, reaching the main hall before going up the stairs.

Marinette sighed, slowly following her husband. Thoughts raced in her head as she advanced up the steps. Unsure of what to do, she imagined breaking the news to her spouse. 'Adrien, I think we need to talk.'

When she looked up, she was nearing the door. Suddenly, Marinette felt anxious as to how he would respond. 'It may not even be accurate,' She thought to herself, but that didn't help her shaking hand turn the doorknob.

Inside, Adrien sat at the desk, writing a letter. When he noticed his wife leaning against the doorframe, he smiled, but it quickly wavered as he saw her expression. "What's wrong?"

"I think we need to talk," He raised his eyebrows and helped her over to the bed, where they sat on the edge. Sweat was developing in her palms, but Adrien didn't seem to notice as he held them in his hands. "We're married." Marinette started, and jumped when he chuckled.

"I know, I was there."

"And with marriage comes a family, right?"

Adrien stopped laughing. His eyes widened as he stared at Marinette. "What are you saying?"

The woman teared up, and was about to begin sobbing until Adrien gently pushed her chin to force her to look at him. "Do you mean…?"

Marinette shrugged and nodded simultaneously, and there was a moment of silence as she held her breath. "That's amazing!"

Adrien stood, beaming. Laughing joyfully, he hugged Marinette as she remained frozen in time. "You're not mad?"

"Why would I be mad? This is magnificent news!" He cried, and hugged her once more before pulling back. "This is even more reason to write to Bustier!"

"But, Adrien, I'm not completely sure if I'm correct."

"Well," He sighed, and kissed Marinette's forehead. "If you're not, then at least you'll be cured of your cold."

"This also changes the plans for Paris." She reminded as he sat back down at the desk. "I would rather have a child of our own than a measly vacation. But," He turned to face the woman. "A trip one day would still be nice."

"I agree."

Marinette laid in the bed as Adrien finished the letter to Dr. Bustier, wishing she had a book with her. Slowly, she dozed off into a peaceful slumber, and by the time Adrien looked back up from the paper, she was asleep.

"Sweet dreams, mon chérie."

so yeah, short n sweet

see ya'll next chapter!