A/N: Since it's 10/10 I will post chapter 10 today. Here's some fluff to make up for last chapter's angst

Chat is put in an interesting predicament. And the instigator is Mari's father?

Little red riding hood

Even bad wolves can be good

Chat was sitting on the couch in Marinette's living room with Mari on one side and Tom on the other. Sabine was walking in with a plate containing melon slices and clusters of grapes.

"Does everyone have their movie buddy?" she asked as she put the plate on the coffee table.

She went to sit on Marinette's other side, but Tom reached out a hand and grabbed her arm before she could sit.

"I've got mine," he said with a grin. "Lovebug, move down so your mama can sit between me and Chat."

Marinette smiled as she watched her parents share a quick kiss and cuddle then turned to Chat as she scooted over. "Chat? Aren't you going to move down?"

Chat had been staring at the older couple. He was drinking in the tender moment and savoring the obvious love these two had for each other.

"Hmm?" he said and then realized what he'd been asked. He blushed at being caught out, but then moved down so that there was room for Sabine to sit next to her husband.

"Alright then, let the Frankenstein movie marathon begin," Tom declared.

Chat was enchanted with the movies, but it was during one of the intense chase scenes that he was given a scare. He felt a light tapping on his shoulder and the unexpected touch made him startle.

When he looked next to him Marinette was engrossed in the movie, as was Sabine when he checked his other side. Tom, however, was looking at him with a grin on his face. Suddenly he yawned and stretched out his arms, one of them going around Sabine's shoulders. She immediately curled into the man without looking away from the screen. Tom continued to grin and waggled his eyebrows at Chat.

Was he suggesting what Chat thought he was suggesting? He gave a tentative yawn and saw Tom's smile brighten. Then he stretched an arm around Marinette's shoulder, but left it loosely draped across the back of the couch just incase she didn't care for the contact.

Marinette didn't even seem to notice what had happened, but soon she was snuggling into the side of the boy sitting next to her.

Chat looked up to see Tom giving him a thumbs up and a small nod. Then he gave his wife a kiss on the top of her head and turned back to the movie. Chat decided that a kiss might be taking things a little too far, but still took time to nuzzle his cheek on the crown of Marinette's head and went back to watching the movie.

By the end of the third movie only Chat was awake, but Sabine's eyes opened as soon as the movie ended. She gently shook Tom awake then took out her phone so she could get a picture of Marinette absolutely curled around Chat who had his hands raised as nowhere seemed safe to put them down.

"Obviously she takes after Tom," she said with a wink. "He's been a cuddler since day one."

"Guilty as charged," the big man said as he stood up and stretched. He smiled down at the two teens. "I used to carry Mari to bed when she fell asleep during movies. Do you think you could handle it? After all, I've seen you pick up cars while wearing that suit."

"Uh, yes, sir," Chat replied. He found a way to get one arm under her legs and another around her back and then carefully stood up.

"Here," Tom said as he headed toward the stairs, "I'll get the doors for you."

In a very short time Chat found himself tucking Marinette into her bed with Tom at his side.

"She looks like a sleeping princess, doesn't she?" Tom said lovingly as he gazed at his little girl.

"Yes," Chat agreed.

Tom leaned down and gave her a kiss on the forehead and wished her happy dreams. Then he turned to Chat. "Well...Aren't you going to kiss her good night?" He had the severest face that Chat had ever seen on the man.

Chat's face suddenly started burning but he backed away from Mari and Tom towards the ladder. "Oh, um, n-n-n-no, sir," he stammered. "I could never do that sir."

"And why not?" Tom voice was a low growl. He got nearer to Chat. "Is my daughter not good enough for you?"

At that Chat started to see red. "Of course she's good enough for me, she's even too good for me," he whispered as loud as he dared. "But she happens to be asleep, which means she hasn't told me it's okay to kiss her."

"I'm her father, and I say you can kiss her,"" Tom countered.

"With all respect, sir," there was now a coldness in his tone that sounded uncannily like his father, "you do not own her. You do not get to tell others what they can or cannot do with her body."

There was a tense silence between the two as they stared each other down. Suddenly Tom's face split into a grin. And he lunged at the unprepared boy. He caught him in a hug and carried him down the ladder into the rest of Mari's room.

"You, my lad, are 100% correct," he said as he gave Chat another bone crushing hug before putting him down. "And I'm sorry to have put you through that, but I wanted to be sure."

"Be sure?" Chat was still reeling from the hug and the rapid changes in mood.

"I wanted to be sure that you were a man I could trust with my greatest treasure," he looked in Mari's direction. "Not to say that I'd ever tell Mari who she can have as friends, but if you hadn't understood about asking first, you and I would have had a very long discussion about it." He smiled down at the boy. "And then Mari and I would have had a lot of talks about her body autonomy, and how to recognize a good friend, and signs that a person is less than trustworthy." He put a hand on Chat's shoulder. "My boy, how would you like to join me and Sabine for a midnight snack before you take off?"

"Uh, I'd like that, sir," this time there was a lot of warmth and affection in his voice.

"No need for the sir, Chat," he said as they walked to the stairs. "Tom is fine or if you prefer I also go by Papa."

As their voices faded down the stairs Marinette turned onto her side with a smile on her lips. If there was anyone that she trusted to respect and care for her it was the two men going down the steps to eat with the woman in the kitchen. All was right with her world and she felt safe and loved.