Sorry it's been so long guys! I kinda got stuck on what to do for this fic for a bit and then I was writing a bunch of other stuff too. Anyways I'm back. Nothing much is really happening here but I hope you all like it anyway! Thanks to all those who commented, followed and favourited!

Disclaimer: I do not own Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir.

It took Marinette four days to break. On day five she yelled, "Adrien!"

"What?" he asked back, sitting outside the bathroom door, the way he usually did whenever she ran in to throw up.

"Get in here!" she half-snapped, half-sobbed. Her head hurt, her stomach was trying to turn inside out and her throat burned from bile.

The door opened quickly and then Adrien was kneeling on the tiles next to her. He had one arm around her shoulders in a second and another pulled her hair back from her face. Marinette retched one more time and then slumped. Adrien pulled her against him and she rest on his broad chest for a while before she tried to stand. She made it upright before her stomach roiled again.

"No way!" she moaned. They both waiting with bated breath to see if she would throw up again. Finally Marinette let out a relieved sigh and made her way slowly over to the sink. She washed out her mouth and ran her wet fingers through her hair. Adrien handed her a towel and she blotted her face with it.

"Come on mi' lady," he said sympathetically. He led her over to the sofa and sat next to her. She leaned into him automatically and he placed an arm around her shoulders.

"This sucks," she mumbled, miserably.

"Oh yeah," he said. "It's really not fun to watch you like this." his voice was equally miserable which made Marinette's consciousness sit up and pay attention.

"Hey kitty," she said, sitting up a little. "It's sucks but it's not so bad, okay?"

"Marinette," he said, "You're throwing up about three to four times a day. Your head hurts from puking, your throat is hoarse, you're all round miserable and we can't do a thing about it."

I can't do a thing about it, is what he really meant.

"It's okay," she said. "Sure it sucks. But Adrien, this is our baby. I chose to keep our baby. I chose to have this baby. It suck but it's worth it okay?" She took his hand in hers. "Besides mon chaton, I have you to keep me company for the ride. That's enough for me, really."

Adrien blinked at her, half in admiration, half in anguish that he couldn't help her more. Marinette gave him a little smile and said honestly.

"I, I don't think I could have done this alone you know? I would have been really afraid if it was just me. But I have you. And I know you have my back. Even if you can't stop me from throwing up, I know that you're on the other side of the door."

"Not anymore," he said, eyes lightening at last. "You're not locking me out anymore, Bug."

Marinette laughed softly. "Yeah, okay." Adrien's arm around her shoulders tightened and Marinette leaned her head on his shoulder and for a moment, all was as it should be.

"You're going back to work this Monday right?" Adrien asked her the next day.

"Yeah," sighed Marinette. "Vacation time is over. I think I used up most of my vacation for this. I wanted some extra time incase there were any complications."

"Do you think you'll be okay?" Adrien asked her.

Marinette nodded. "My office is close to the bathroom, thank goodness. And I think the throwing up is slowing down a bit. I mean, I only threw up twice today."

"Call me," Adrien said seriously, "If you need to leave the office."

Marinette nodded. "I am not going to say no to a ride. Driving sucks when you're nauseous." Then she gave him an impish smile. "Alya told me to call her already. Does that mean she get's first dibs since she asked first?"

"What! No way!" he said, protective instincts rising.

"But she asked first!" Marinette teased. "And she's my best friend!"

"I'm your partner!" he retorted. "Life or death situations are my sphere."

"But best friends have first dibs on pretty much everything," Marinette rejoined.

"Well….." Adrien paused as he tried to figure out a way around that, "I'm the father!" he came up with triumphantly.

"True…." said Marinette, "But Alya could kill you for impeaching on her best freind rights."

"Parental rights supersede best friend rights," said Adrien. Then he paused, clearly daunted about facing Alya's anger. "But maybe we could work out a schedule."

Marinette snorted, unable to keep from laughing any longer. Adrien looked at her in confusion which quickly turned to suspicion.

"Wait, were you teasing me?"

Marinette began to laugh helplessly and Adrien sighed.

"You were teasing me."

Marinette hopped off her kitchen stool and hugged his arm tightly.

"You can pick me up anytime mon chaton," she said smiling up at him. "Because I know I'm going to miss you through the day."

Adrien smiled down at her, wide and soft but his eyes glinted with his usual good humour. "Aww mi'lady," he said cheekily,"you do know how to warm a cat's heart."

"Always!" she replied, grinning back at him.

Monday morning found Marinette trying really,really hard not to panic. Rationally she knew she had nothing to worry about. Over the last few days her nausea seemed to settle into a one or twice a day thing, she had a pretty good idea of which scents and offd were likely to set her off and she had her own office so it was unlikely she'd bump into anything that would set her nausea off. But her fear was an irrational thing. She was worried about the tiny life inside her. She hoped her normally packed schedule wouldn't harm the child, she was worried that her boss, a really nice woman, would not be understanding at all about MArinette's situation which would no doubt need some working around in the later months, of her pregnancy.

"Stop it!" Marinette said to her reflection in the mirror. "You have nothing to worry about. You're not even showing yet. It's just work. You've been going to work for the last couple of years. You know that place as well as you knew your own apartment."

She poked the mirror sternly. "Put on your big girl skirt Marinette Dupain-Cheng."

Her flushed reflection ,with wide blue bell eyes, stared nervously back at her. Marinette put on her sternest demeanour until her reflection was a picture of determination. Then she picked up her bag, locked her apartment and set off to work.

Just as she pulled into the parking lot of her workplace her phone chimed. She looked down to see a text form Adrien. She opened it and then smiled at the message inside.

Adrien: You got it partner! *thumbs up*

She had just closed the message when her phone rang.

"Hey Ayla!" she said smiling.

"Morning girl!" said Ayla. "Just checking on my favorite mom-to-be!"

Marinette laughed. "I'm okay. First day back at work!"

"I know! I called to say good luck and that to keep some plastic garbage bags in your trash bin from now on, just in case."

"Ugh!" said Marinette. "Thanks though."

"Alright! Have a good day! I gotta run! Take care girl and don't stress out yourself okay?"

"Okay!" MArinette said smiling into the phone. "Have a good day! Bye!"

"Bye!" And then Ayla was gone leaving Marinette in a considerably better mood than she had been in. Then she squared her shoulders, got out of her car and walked into the building.

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