10. Picnic
Maybe it was the warm afternoon sun, or the fact that Marinette's quiches were the best in all of Paris, but Adrien was experiencing a level of contentment he hadn't had in a long time.
"Sleepy, minou?"
Blinking blearily, Adrien's lips lifted in a smile as he turned to look at her. "Just a bit, Princess."
She laughed, light blush colouring her cheeks as she did, and Adrien decided then and there that it was a sound he wanted to hear for the rest of his life. Curling her legs under her, she patted her lap.
"Go on, then. Some shut-eye might do you some good. I'll wake you when it's time."
"But …," he mumbled in protest, struggling to open his eyes again after a long blink. "I finally got an hour free from my schedule, and I was supposed to spend some time with you …."
"Silly kitty," she said, shaking her head as she reached forward to tug at his sleeve. "That's exactly what you're doing, isn't it?"
He relented with a mock huff, letting her pull him down onto the picnic blanket. Laying down and resting his head on her lap, he let out a pleased hum.
"So bossy," he murmured as his eyes slipped closed, unable to keep them open any longer. He fumbled blindly in the grass until his hand found hers, intertwining their fingers.
"Sleep," she commanded, her free hand brushing the bangs from his face and ghosting over his forehead. "You deserve it."
He was already drifting off, dreaming of a lifetime beside this very girl and hearing her laugh that laugh every day.