8 months:

Marinette stared at her stomach, crying. She was really big now and couldn't see her toes. And she missed them. And with her pregnancy hormones raging, she couldn't stop crying.

Adrien came out of the closet with his black pajamas on. He walked up to Marinette and draped himself across her belly, looking up at her.

"Hormones again?"

"I can't see my toes!" She cried. "My feet hurt from walking and I can't even see them!"

"How does a foot massage sound?" He asked, standing up.

"Good." She grumbled. Adrien began massage her feet, starting at the heel. "You know, I am a small human. Why must I have a ginormous belly? It's huge. I look like a planet. This is one giant baby." Marinette ranted. "I'll probably never have sex again. This kid will rip my vagina apart with its fat head."

"Aw, don't say that. I'm sure you'll be fine." He rubbed her toes. "You're the strongest person I know."

"Nah, I probably won't walk for weeks."

"Oh come on, how bad could it be?"

Marinette kicked him in the chest. "I may be round, but I might actually kill you."

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry."

"If you ever say anything again about being in pain or about my pain between now and the time I birth this thing, I swear to God I will cut your penis off!" She threatened.

"Okay." Adrien agreed as he got up and left to the bathroom.

"Where are you going? I don't want to be alone." Marinette whined.

"Just relax." He came back shaking a tiny bottle. "I'm going to paint your toes."

"Really? You're going to paint my toes?"

"Yep. I got your favorite color pink and I think it would make you feel better to have something different." He unscrewed the lid and started.

"But I won't even be able to see them."

"Then I guess I'll just have to paint them until you deliver. I'm sure you'll chip them as soon as I'm done anyway." Marinette could fell the brush hit her skin.

"I think you just painted my entire big toe." She informed.

"Yeah, I'm not very good at this, but . . . I'm sure I'll get lots of practice." Adrien concentrated more and Marinette felt less polish on her skin as he continued. "There. All done."

"How's it look?" Marinette tried to look over her large stomach, but failed.

"One looks kind of like a cherry, but the others seem better."

Marinette sighed and twingled her fingers in the air for his hands. Adrien complied and took both of her hands. "I don't deserve you." She dramatically pronounced.