Marinette waited in the hallway while the doctors checked Adrien over one last time before release. Though they were technically married, they still had a lot to learn about each other. Marinette wanted to maintain the anticipation for the day that she and Adrien were ready to take their relationship further. Right now, she was the dutiful wife awaiting her husband to go...home?

She wasn't quite sure where they were going. With the whole 'Gabriel is Hawk Moth' bombshell, that was dropped in their laps, Marinette decided to offer him the option of staying with her family until he felt comfortable to return home. Her parents offered to let them use their room while Adrien was recovering. She knew he didn't want to impose and just stayed awkwardly silent about it all. He hadn't said anything about going back to the mansion, either. It was strange how he just kept avoiding the topic.

"Ready to go?"

Marinette broke out of her daze to see Adrien looking down at her with a grin. "Yeah, sure. Where are we going?"

Adrien smirked, "You'll see."

"Your house or mine?"

"Neither," his grin widened and he poked her nose playfully, "Now no more snooping, nosey."

"Snooping?!" she exclaimed, "Where are you planning to recover, Adrien?"

"Come on." He reached out and grabbed her hand as a nurse arrived with a wheel chair. He frowned, "Do I have to?"

"Hospital policy," she nodded.

Adrien grumbled as he flopped down into the wheel chair. Marinette held onto his hand and squeezed it, "You are still recovering."

He looked away and sighed heavily. This was just humiliating. He was sure the paparazzi was waiting out front to snap photos of poor, poor pitiful Adrien Agreste who broke his skull falling down the stairs of the metro. Perfect.

"We're going out the side door," Marinette whispered and ran the back of his knuckles against her soft lips, "I thought you might appreciate some discretion."

"I love you," he whispered breathlessly. Oh how he adored this girl and the way she just knew what he needed and got it done.

"I know," she grinned, "Now let's get you out of here." She turned to the nurse, "I can take it from here."

The nurse shrugged, "Leave the wheel chair with an orderly when you're done."

"Sure thing," Marinette nodded. There was a man waiting at the side entrance to take the wheelchair from her as planned.

The company car awaited them, as instructed, and Arthur opened the door to help them in to the back seat.

"I can do it myself," Adrien insisted, "But thank you."

They drove away from the hospital and Adrien kept shooting fervid glances in her direction. Inside he was positively vibrating with anticipation. Marinette frowned as they drove past both routes to hers and Adrien's house.

"Where on earth...?" she gazed behind them and gaped like a goldfish over to a smug Adrien, "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Of course, my Lady," he agreed, "I so rarely get the opportunity to surprise you."

It was about that time that they pulled up in front of the Brownstone where they'd spent their wedding night. Marinette's eyes widened with realization and they sparkled, "You didn't!"

"I did," he held up the keys, "It's ours for as long as we'd like to stay."

Marinette squealed and threw her arms around him, cautious of his still bruised interior, "You are unbelievable!"

"Unbelievably handsome? Unbelievably brilliant? Romantic? Thoughtful?"

At about this moment, Marinette launched herself at him with a squeal, "Yes! Everything. How did you ever convince your dad to let you have it?"

He smirked, "I don't believe it took any convincing."

The knowing look on his face radiated outwards and Marinette giggled, "Oooh, you guilt tripped Gabriel!? So low, Adrien! What do you think he'll do once he finds out you're Chat Noir?"

"He'll never find out if I can help it," he pouted.

Marinette rolled her eyes, "Oh, hush now, don't be a hypocrite. You'll both get over it eventually."

"Yes. I'll get over that time his akuma blasted me into dust and blew me into the sky to 'seed the clouds.'"

Marinette began to chuckle, "Oh, honestly, it wasn't that bad. You came down in beautiful little raindrops, if I do recall."

Adrien pulled away, his hand flat against his chest in obvious affront, "My Lady! Do you believe his traumatizing of your kitty is not offensive?"

"Psshh, you were singing 'I'm Singing in the Rain' for the next week. I'm pretty sure it didn't damage you too horribly." Then Marinette thought back to that week and could remember Adrien humming 'Singing in the Rain' in class. Her eyes widened, "You realize I could have discovered you prematurely just by that? You hummed it all week even out of disguise."

Adrien squinted, "Hard to draw such a parallel from a song. Especially such an iconic song after an akuma rained people all over Paris."

"I suppose."

"What about that time his akuma hung me from a flag pole by my tail!"

"Builds character."

"Or the time he rearranged my face!"

"Don't be so dramatic. You and I both know that once Gabriel discovered it was you, he would have put everything right."

Adrien huffed, "Unbelievable. Unbelievable?! My wife and my father are both against me."

Marinette slinked next to him and dropped her head to his shoulder, "I'm not against you. Those were awful things he did to you..."

"Damn straight," he nodded with finality.

"But you have to admit that we were uniquely prepared to deal with such complications of the job and you are no more traumatized than you were entertained by the antics."

Adrien sighed, which turned into a growl, "I guess you're right. Still, my own father...he could have killed me."

Marinette snickered to herself as she followed her miserably mumbling husband up to the entrance.

This would be interesting, seeing as she'd never seen the lobby before.

"Ah, young Master Agreste, it is a pleasure to see you," the man at the security desk greeted jovially, "And who do I have the pleasure of addressing?" He glanced over to Marinette and nodded politely.

She looked up to Adrien, in question, and received the minutest of nods. Her hand shot outwards confidently, "Marinette Agreste."

He bowed gently and smiled before faltering, "Agreste...?" he gestured between the two, "Any relation?"

"Marinette is my wife," Adrien beamed proudly.

The man scurried out from behind the counter, dropping from the platform to reveal his diminutive size, "It is such a pleasure to meet you!" He turned to Adrien and held his arms out, "Congratulations, Master Adrien!"

"Thank you, Loren," Adrien chuckled at the enthusiasm.

In an instant, he was back facing Marinette and staring directly into her eyes, "You take care of this young man. He is one of my pets."

"Absolutely," she smirked at the use of 'pet.' If the man only knew how close he was.

"Do enjoy your evening," he nodded and scurried back to his position behind the counter. He gestured over to the elevators which opened with a ding.

Marinette stepped in and turned to face a smug Adrien Agreste. He smirked up at the ceiling before sighing, "My bad luck has once again ruined a magnificent surprise. This was supposed to be your wedding present, you know?" Marinette was lightly chuckling. "So don't get your hopes up for after the wedding."

He pointed his finger in her face, but to his surprise she went silent...and pink. He gulped.

"I won't," she pursed her lips and turned away, slightly embarrassed.

"Oh."

They stood awkwardly next to each other the rest of the ride up, both suddenly quite aware of their proximity and the warmth radiating from their bodies. It seemed as if the 'ding' signaling that they'd made it to the penthouse floor could not come soon enough. Yet, it did and they were not puddles of exasperation on the floor.

Adrien, being ever the gentleman, offered her his arm. She reached out and took his hand, instead. She tucked it close to her and wrapped her other hand around them both. Marinette's heart was just about to pound right out of her chest. This was not the entrance they'd taken before. No, this was much bigger, official, public. She tucked her bottom lip firmly between her teeth as Adrien pulled up on the panel to unlock the door.

"Keycode?" she asked, "But..."

"The key unlocks it, too," he clarified, "This is just easier."

There was a 'click' as the door swung open. He opened his arms with a grin, "May I?"

"Uh, sure...?" She had no idea what he was getting at, but a hug she could do. Instead, despite his injuries, he swept her up in his arms. He winced and Marinette shrieked, "You're going to hurt yourself!"

"I'm...fine." He stepped over the threshold and gently set her down with a whoop of triumph, "I had to carry my wife over the threshold of our first home." Afterwards, he limped over to the couch, followed by a giggling, albeit concerned, Marinette.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be fine," he smirked, "Not like a traumatic brain injury can keep ME down." He let out all of his breath with an 'oof,' "Marinette, I've been thinking. Do we really need to go through with this wedding, after all? I mean, everything is crazy right now and I doubt it'll slow down any time soon. A wedding is very bland in comparison, honestly. Not only is my father Hawkmoth, villainous evildoer of Paris, but my mom is still alive-"

"ADRIEN AGRESTE!" she interrupted with fervor, "A postponement, I can do. We have pushed it back for you to heal. That is understandable, but don't you think for one minute you are going to rob your father of the opportunity to throw his only child a truly beautiful wedding. He's been working on that dress for weeks. Besides, you wanted this. I know you did. You are the one who talked me into it!"

Adrien began to snicker.

"Don't be so bitter," she smirked, "He's probably been planning this since you could walk."

"Before," Adrien smirked, "I think he'd hoped I would be a girl."

"You just don't want to be pranced around in front of Paris anymore."

"That, too," he nodded in agreement with a pinched expression. Of course that, too.

"I am your wife now," she stated resolutely, "If your father wants you to model, from here on out, he's going to have to go through me."

"You work for my father, Marinette." His brows dropped sardonically.

"Yes, well, I don't have to. Besides, I think he owes you, don't you agree?" she shrugged. Then her expression turned mischievous. "You can't tell me he won't respect my desire to be the sole admirer of-this." She gestured to the entirety of him, to which Adrien blushed profusely.

The elaborately ornate, white gazebo, in a large manicured hedge maze down by the Agreste stables, was decorated with large bunches of roses and gardenias, symbolic of the two families coming together. There were a couple hundred seats all lined up in rows, separated by a long walkway already adorned with fluffy red and white petals. A few additional accents had been placed, as an afterthought, and much to Gabriel Agreste's dismay; alternating green and red ribbons on all of the white covered chairs.

"Was the green really necessary?" Gabriel sulked next to Emilie as she snickered in response.

"I did tell you that green accentuates Adrien's eyes." Her clutch was in the same shade of green.

Gabriel ran his finger tips gingerly up his coif, "Yes, well, how was I supposed to know he'd want to model at his own wedding? I thought that was the last thing he wanted."

"Perhaps it was Marinette's idea?"

Gabriel immediately softened and Emilie was sure she'd hit her mark. Gabriel had initially found Marinette Dupain-Cheng annoying in her youth, but had since, in a very short amount of time, come to find her surprisingly endearing.

Crowds of people came pouring in through the Agreste estate. Arthur was in charge of security while Nathalie wore a little earpiece and directed personnel. Models dressed in 'Gabriel' suits and gowns escorted everyone through the manor to the wedding venue to be seated. Emilie and Gabriel stood at the back patio to greet everyone as they walked through the doors.

Marinette, on the other hand, was a wreck.

"Girl, chill," Alya laughed as she tried to apply lipstick to the frazzled bride for a third time.

"I'm going to fall on my face, Alya. It's going to be awful. Everyone is going to stare and laugh and I'll be mortified."

"You're right," Alya nodded and Marinette gasped. "Everyone IS going to stare, but that's because you're so beautiful, girl! I mean, damn. Look at you. This dress is to die for. I wonder if Gabriel accepts kidneys as payment, because that's the only way I'd ever be able to afford something like this."

Marinette glanced down at her dress and gulped, "Is it too much? Is the wedding too much? Adrien wanted a wedding. I was okay with something small."

"Breathe, Marinette. You'll be fine. This whole marriage business happens all the time. Most adults in Paris have done it. It is your turn. You will be fine."

Most adults in Paris have done it. It was just marriage she was referring to, not weddings, but Marinette still took away that one piece...she and Adrien were already married. That knowledge soothed her instantly. Her husband would be waiting for her at the altar. He was her rock. They could get through this. It was supposed to be a celebration, after all.

"Okay, I can do this," she nodded and closed her eyes as Alya came chasing after her with smoky blue eyeshadow.

"You are beautiful, honey," Sabine squealed as she snuck in the side door, "Absolutely stunning. I need a picture!"

Sabine missed Marinette's exasperated eyeroll as Sabine pulled out her point-and-click and stepped IN FRONT of the professional photographer they'd hired to document this harmonious occasion. It was as if her tunnel vision had completely erased the giant lens now pointing directly at the back of her head. The photographer snapped a picture of Sabine taking a picture and chuckled.

"Maman," Marinette whined, "We have a photographer."

Sabine smiled sheepishly, "Ah, yes, but these are mine. It is different, you know?" She tucked the little camera into her purse like it was something precious. With open arms, she reached for Marinette, "Oh, honey, you are gorgeous! And that dress. Gabriel must really adore you. This is..." Her mother covered her mouth with one of her hands and stifled a little sob.

"Extraordinarily beautiful," Marinette agreed, gently running her hand down the bodice and feeling all the individual stitches, done by hand, by her father-in-law. Who would have ever thought a former super villain could have such talented hands? She giggled to herself. A year ago she never would have imagined Hawk Moth, himself, sitting in the front row of Ladybug's and Chat Noir's wedding. It was comical, to say the least.

"What so funny, girl?" Alya asked as she pinned a flower to her own dress.

"Nothing. Nothing at all."

Alya and Sabine exchanged a nervous glance. Marinette was normally flaky under pressure, but this was absent of any hysterics. They were in unfamiliar territory

"Do you need a drink? A snack or something? Is your sugar low?" Her mom frantically dug through the little basket of refreshments on the counter.

"No, no, I'm fine. Honest," Marinette held her hands up to pacify them.

Sabine shrugged and grabbed the veil to help Alya pin it to her up-do. The photographer began snapping frantically as the two women adjusted the pinned the head accessory into place. Sabine took the veil from the front, leaned forward to kiss her daughter's cheek, and let it drop gently in front of her face.

"Oh, honey, you are a picture," she cried. A single tear dripped down her cheek and her lips quivered.

Marinette wiped the tear away, "Maman, you're going to ruin your make-up."

Alya sniffled from behind.

"Not you, too," Marinette smirked, "I'm not dying. It's a wedding! We're supposed to be happy."

"So SOOO happy," Sabine bellowed.

"Oh, maman," Marinette wrapped her arms around her mother and chuckled, "What am I going to do with you? You're going to make ME cry."

"Don't you dare," Alya interjected, "We can't have your makeup running. Nuh-uh, no way, that ain't all right."

There was a quiet knock at the door and a quiet voice of Tom, "Sabine, the ushers would like to seat the parents."

"Coming, honey!" she called. "Okay, baby, that's my cue." She took a deep, steadying breath. "Good luck, girls!"

Marinette followed Alya out into the hall. Nino was waiting in the distance with Nathanael and Kim. Kagami and Marinette's cousin, Lily, were waiting on their side. Manon and August were ready to head out as ring bearer and flower girl.

The music began and Nathalie ushered the tots out.

"This is it!" Marinette whispered and let out an audible sigh.

"You're gorgeous!" Kagami grinned.

Lily signed, "Agreed. Completely. You're stunning."

Marinette signed back, "Thank you!"

They all lined up to go in. Nathanael held out his arm for Lily and began to tap her fingers with his other hand to the beat of the music. She smiled up at him and nodded her appreciation. Next, it was Kim and Kagami. They were actually dating, as well. Kim and Kagami had a lot in common and a relationship sort of blossomed; friends to more in no time at all.

Then there was Alya and Nino. They lined up next an happily reached out for each other. Although, Nino craned his neck behind to look Marinette up and down. Before stepping out he gave her a big grin and an emphatic thumbs up.

Tom Dupain stood at the double doors now, holding his hands out to his daughter, as she stepped forward. She reached out for him and smiled softly. Her father was a big softie and she could tell he was trying his very best to not cry.

"You are elegantly dazzling, my dear," he cooed.

"Thank you, papa."

She reached out for his arm and they turned to enter the sanctuary. Everyone stood as soon as the music changed, but Marinette could still clearly see Adrien standing at the front of the large crowd. He only had eyes for her.

Her father's steadying arm, and hand firmly clasped over the top of her own, grounded her in reality. When her eyes were locked on Adrien's it was as if she could float off into the sky and never come down again. There was something about this experience, though extraneous in her opinion, that was immensely powerful. All of these people were there for them. They were all turned, looking at her, but she knew they were all here to celebrate her and Adrien's love for each other.

Honestly, it still made her feel strange to say that. Adrien was her husband. He loved her. They were in love with each other. It was just so fairytale-esque that it couldn't be true. She kept wondering when she'd finally wake up from her dream and realize that everything was just a fantasy. This couldn't be real life, and yet, it was just too real to not be.

In what seemed like no time at all she and her father were at the altar. Adrien stepped towards her. The sure footsteps he took, no hesitation, made the butterflies go wild inside of her. Not only was he Adrien Agreste, handsome 'Gabriel' international modeling sensation, most beautiful man she'd ever laid eyes on, but he was Chat. HER Chat. He was her silly, pun loving partner who had been there supporting her, believing in her, from day one when she didn't even believe in herself. He was the best thing to ever happen in her life, and she'd been rather fortunate so that was saying a lot.

His eyes were glassed over with emotion and she smiled sweetly up at her kitty, her husband, Adrien.

All she heard was, 'Her mother and I,' and she was being led to the platform where they were to stand.

"I feel like I'm going to need a doctor," Adrien muttered quietly, just for her, "You're giving me a fever in that dress."

"Oh? She giggled to herself.

He cocked an eyebrow, "What's so funny?"

"Wait until you see what's under it."

Adrien squeezed her hands and his eyes widened as if to say 'seriously?'

They'd discussed that this would be the night of their honeymoon. They both thought they should explore each other, even if they didn't ultimately decide to go all the way tonight. He felt plenty of physical attraction to Marinette and she was the same. They just hadn't had the time, compounded with the precautions they'd have to take since Adrien had been in an accident. The doctor did give them the go ahead, though.

"Do you take this man...forever."

"I do," Marinette beamed up at Adrien. The wedding was going by in a blur. It was like she was on autopilot at this point.

"You may kiss the bride."

What?

Marinette's eyes widened as she saw Adrien leaning in to capture her lips with his own. The veil was suddenly lifted and she could see him clearly. His eyelids closed and she mourned the disappearance of his vibrant green eyes, but only for a moment, for her own closed soon after. His lips brushed against hers lightly. They were warm and soft as they glided gently over the top of her own. It was their first kiss in front of so many people. There were camera flashes from all over, including the few paparazzi that were allowed to attend by Gabriel's invite only.

They stared at each other for a moment more before turning to gaze out over the audience. The Agreste were both seated next to the Dupain-Chengs. Both Sabine and Emilie were sopping up stray tears with their linen handkerchiefs while Gabriel and Tom both sniffed aggressively in the attempts to keep their own flows at bay.

Adrien was rather emotional all of a sudden, seeing his mother sitting there in front of them. Marinette wasn't the only one who had had all of her dreams come true. Adrien's wishes had been answered. A lonely boy, missing his mom, with an overbearing father, was finally given the life he'd always wanted. His mother was home, he was no longer alone, his father was working towards redemption, and he had the girl of his dreams. What more could he possibly ask for?

Marinette felt his hands squeeze her own as she stared lovingly up at him. 'I love you,' she mouthed. He mouthed, 'I love you, too,' back. They held their joined hands up to resonant applause.

The officiator's voice boomed, "May I present, Mr. and Mrs., Adrien and Marinette Agreste!"