Marinette was still wearing her hoodie when Chat came over that night. He found her at her desk with her special bouquet in front of her, she was intensely analyzing it and then doodling something in her sketchbook. She looked like a true designer at work. Chat made just enough noise when he entered through her unlocked trapdoor so his girlfriend would know he was there—it was confirmed when Marinette waved at him without looking away from the bouquet. He crept up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling the top of her head with his cheek. The blunette giggled and slightly leaned against him. While she did, he outstretched his arm above her head and gently placed his give in the vase with his clawed fingers.

"A pink tulip," Chat briefly explained, "because…" He stared down at her lips, pursed in a thin line as if daring him to make a pun and see what happens. So, like a gentleman, he took the risk. "I love when our tulips meet~" he said with a self-satisfied grin, hid hold on her never faltering and his belt tail swishing happily. Her disapproving groan only made him smile wider.

"You're so lucky you're cute," Marinette grumbled into the palm of her hand.

"Ironic how a black cat got lucky," the hero commented jokingly, laying his chin on her shoulder as she scratched behind his fake cat ears.

"Because you deserve it," she whispered.

His hold on her tightened a little, his heartrate picking up at her words. Instead of saying anything, Chat tilted his head—closing his eyes and pressing his nose against the nape of her neck—and breathed in.

"Are you sniffing me?" the designer asked with a giggle.

"Well, every cat has their catnip," Chat answered, "and you're my catnip. I'm addicted to you." He cracked one eye open to see Marinette's adorably reddened cheeks. "So what are you up to, purrincess~?"

He loved how Marinette's eyes suddenly lit up. She always did love talking about her designs. "I was actually drawing up some new ideas for dresses based on the flowers you gave me." Her hand reached out and delicately touched the new addition, caressing the tulip's petals with careful fingers. "And now I have something new to go off of. Thanks, chaton."

Chat purred happily. "See? I'm helpful!" He leaned in closer, taking in her smell of vanilla and freshly-baked bread.

"I never said you weren't," she replied, rubbing his neck which emitted a purr from him.

That was how they spent the night until he had to leave. He was draped over her, sniffing her like she was the most addictive catnip on the planet. She nuzzled him back as she sketched out her ideas for dresses, accessories, and more. Before he left, Chat unexpected pulled her hood over her and hood planted a deep kiss on her lips, which she returned once getting over her surprise at the gesture. He didn't need words to show her how much he loved how she was wearing his signature colors, like a mark of sorts. She was off the market, and she was his.

Adrien flopped onto his bed after detransforming and changing into his pajamas. He grabbed his pillow and pulled it close, then squealed into his. Plagg could see the tips of his Chosen's ears turn firetruck red in the dark. It was a wonder it wasn't used as an emergency signal. The blonde just spluttered unintelligible noises into his pillow for a few minutes, kicking his legs like a teenage girl whose crush told her she looked nice today.

"Why did I do that?!" Adrien yelled into his pillow, muffled enough that no one woke up but loud enough for Plagg to hear.

"It's a cat thing," the little god explained, "Cat's mates often smell better than catnip to them."

"M-m-mates?!" the model suddenly exclaimed, sitting up straight and clutching his pillow to his chest.

"Ladybug and Chat Noir aren't always soulmates," Plagg explained, "but most of the time, they are. And I have to tell you, you have the cheesiest, romance-novel level of soulmate syndrome I have ever come across!"

Soulmates, huh? Adrien thought, his peridot eyes glazing over in deep thought. If someone had told him a year ago that he and Ladybug were soulmates and she would be dating him, he would've jumped so high into the air, it'd leave a Chat-shaped hole in the clouds. But now, it spread a warm sensation through his entire body. It felt comforting and nice. He didn't need to excessively flirt or use his name to get recognized by Marinette. She saw him for who she is, and it made him want to smile so wide until his cheeks hurt. His daytime fantasies were still filled of a beautiful blunette. But inside of red spandex and a mask, she wore a variety of her latest designs, like a black cat hoodie. The blonde's head kept racing as he laid back onto his bed and closed his eyes, his dreams filled with Marinette.

The next day at school proved to be interesting. Marinette showed up in the black cat hoodie once more, leaving him in a lovesick daze. That's right boys; she's all mine, the primal side of him purred loudly in satisfaction. He looked over his shoulder from time to time as Marinette drew in her sketchbook. But he was curious as to why she was covering it with her arm. A secret project maybe?

"No way!" Alya suddenly exclaimed, snatching the sketchbook out from under Marinette.

"Hey!" the blunette exclaimed, reaching for her sketchbook while Alya kept her back with the palm of her hand.

"This is just too good! It proves everything!"

"What proves everything?" Nino asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

"This!" Alya turned the sketchbook around and Adrien's breath hitched as he came face to face with…himself?

Cliffhanger! It's Mother's Day weekend and I'll be spending it with my family! Have a happy Mother's Day weekend everyone!