Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Rating: K

Word Count: 886

A/N: This is what happens when I have a family!Adrienette headcanon and then see something like it while watching Fixer Upper. Also, please don't comment on this series practically harassing me to write a series I don't want to write for a ship I haven't written for for almost two years. That is the rudest, most disrespectful thing you can do to a fic writer and that shit can actually get them to stop writing.

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"Ok, who wants the first fresh cookies?" Marinette asked as she set the pan a freshly baked cookies on top of the small island that was in the middle of her kitchen.

"Me! Me! Me! Me! Me!" Both of Marinette's children chanted as they rushed over to the kitchen island. Jean was jumping up and down on his toes as he rushed over to Marinette's side and Yvette pushed over a chair to help climb on top of the kitchen island.

"Sorry Bug, but I hear Yvy first." Marinette said as she ruffled her son's matching raven hair before picking up one of the cookies. "Here Princess."

Yvette looked at the cookie for a moment. "Actually, I don't want that one." She said before reaching out for a different and even bigger cookie that was on the pan.

Marinette rolled her eyes, amused at her daughter's actions, and then handed the originally picked out cookie to Jean before moving the rest into a small Tupperware bin.

"Are you taking those to the studio?" Jean asked after climbing up on one of the stools around the island.

"Yes I am. But don't worry, I'm about to make some more for you two." Yvette instantly cheered in response to her mother's news. "Do you two want to help me with this one?" Both children agreed and quickly finished their cookies before rushing over to have their hands washed at the sink. After hands were washed and the pan was cleared and given a sheet on parchment paper, Marinette set Yvette back on top of the island top and showed both her and Jean how to take a little bit of cookie dough that was in a mixing bowl and then roll it in a ball between their hands.

"I'm home!" Adrien yelled out as he walked through the front door, quickly catching the scent of freshly baked cookies in the air. "Smells like guest are coming to the studio today." He said as he walked over to the kitchen and gave Marinette a quick kiss on her cheek before going over to put away the small amount of groceries he had picked up. "Another job deal?"

"No. I'm holding auditions today because I need new models for a show." Marinette answered, slightly amused as she rolled a clump of cookie dough between her hands. "These are for here."

"Papa look!" Yvette yelled as she held out her tiny ball of cookie dough, very proud in "cooking" skills.

"That's awesome Princess." Adrien praised before kissing his daughter on the head. "If you needed new models you should have just told me. I could've helped."

Marinette chuckled a little as she continued to work. "I don't think you would have been able to help. This is for a women's swim suit line."

"Yeah, you're right." Adrien confirmed as he dug a spoon out of the silverware drawer. He then pulled the mixing bowl full of cookie dough toward him and scooped out a mound of cookie dough as big as a baseball before shoving all of it in his mouth.

"Papa!" Both Yvette and Jean yelled in complete shock in Adrien's table manners and slight disgust of eating raw cookie dough. Marinette's head instantly dropped and she started to the rub circles into her temple.

"What?" Adrien asked confused.

"Spit it out!" Yvette yelled out frantically as she stood on the counter and started squish her father's cheeks. "It wasn't cooked! You're going to get sick!"

"Yvy that's not how cookie dough works." Jean said as he looked on at the chaos that was his little sister.

"I don't have time for this." Marinette said as she put the cookie dough in her hands on the pan before going to wash then off. "I can handle two kids, but not three." The alarm on her phone then went off, signaling that she needed to leave now to make her appointment on time. Marinette walked back over to the counter and grabbed the mixing bowl away from Adrien, who was busy trying to get Yvette to stop squishing his face, and moved it closer to her son. "Jean, I need to go so you're in charge of finishing these, but let Papa but them in the oven."

"Ok," Jean responded as he reached in to make another ball, "but what about them?"

Marinette looked over at the two hyperactive blondes, already feeling exhausted. "Yvette," she called out to get her daughter's attention, "you're in charge of taking care of your father till I get back. He's not allowed to do anything till I get back with medicine so he won't get sick."

"Yes ma'am!" Yvette shouted before jumping off the counter. "Go lay down on the couch!" She yelled as she started to push on Adrien's legs to get him to move.

"What? But I'm fine. Mari help!" Adrien begged as he started to stagger in the direction his daughter wanted him to go in.

"Learn to tell her 'no' and I will." Marinette said as she grabbed her jacket and purse. She walked over and kissed her son's head and said goodbye as she grabbed the previously made cookies. "When Jean's done, put the cookies in the oven for ten minutes and then get them out for him. Have fun."