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Marinette had made a lot of hard decisions in her life, but this wasn't one of them. She didn't have to think about following her husband of fivety-eight years to the grave when they discover he was dying.
He had tried talking her out of it, he wanted her to keep on living, but she had always been head strong, stubborn and passionate.
So at age eighty-three, they laid there, on the co-joined beds, she held his hand softly, his rimpeled hand was feeling cold, almost lifeless, but his heart monitor said otherwise, as his heart beating faintly.
She knew he didn't have long, that soon they'd give her the insulin soon enough.
She slowly turned her head to see him looking at her, mouth parted and eyes only open the slightest.
They gazed at each other.
"I love you..." He said, his voice barely a whisper when it reached her ears. Even after all those years together, he still made those butterflies flutter through her stomach.
She smiled weakly. "I love you too." He squeezed her hand, slowly pulling it up to his face, placing a soft peck on it's knuckles.
They had said goodbye to their three children and grandchildren, close friends and some other family members about a hour prior.
Now they laid there in each other's company, as she was thinking back on all those years together, small and little things.
They had fought alongside one another for years, defeating Hawkmoth with their teammates after he had terrorized their city a decade long. After that momentum they all finally revealed themselves, only for Marinette and Adrien to find their lovers under those masks.
Not even a year later, they had gotten married, a small get together with friends and family. They had taken on her last name, as for Adrien didn't want his father's, Hawkmoth's, last name.
Only half a year later they had gotten pregnant of a pair of adorable twins, Emma and Louis.
Marinette could still hear the little laughs and cries of when they had nursed the young children.
Marinette also still remembered those days of crying her heart out with Adrien when she had had a miscarriage. They had been heartbroken to know that they would never get to meet their baby boy, who they had named Hugo.
Slowly they grew older as they children grew up more and more before there eyes. The children would go to school, as they went to work, Marinette to her boutique in the center of the city, along the Seine, and Adrien to teach physics at lycée.
It was when Emma and Louis had turned six that she found out she was pregnant for the third time. She remember how she had kept it from anyone until she had reached the three month mark.
They had all been delighted to welcome little Percy into their family.
So like that the years passed by, not all days were as perfect and lovely as the rest, some were gloom and depressing.
They had been apart twice, the first time they had had an argument, and things weren't going smooth, they had been away from one another for about three weeks, before everything went back to normal. The second time lasted about two months, but through it all they had never gotten divorced or truly split up.
They grew old together, as they're children became parents, Emma was married to a lovely man and they had two little girls, Louis had found a man he had been crazy over, but they had never gotten married, but they had adopted a biy and a girl, while Percy was strolling around between relationships, not finding someone he had loved yet.
They were proud of their little guys, happy to see them growing up healthy and alive.
A beeping sound went through the room, as Marinette held onto his hand tightly, not daring to let go as it rapidly got colder and colder, as there was no pulse anymore.
A nurse had walked into the room, holding a needle with some insulin.
She looked over at the nurse, holding out her hand, the nurse took it, sliding the needle into the one already pinned on her hand.
She didn't notice the insulin at first, but after a while of staring at her passed on husband, she noticed herself getting light headed, feeling limp, as she looked up, gazing at the bright white ceiling.
Their time had finally come.
FIN.