******Explicit content ahead******
They ended up spending a really nice afternoon at the Grand Paris.
Marinette got reeled in the treasure hunt by a very eager Carlisle, who didn't quite understood the hints from the height of his two-years-old, but compensated by a healthy dose of enthusiasm.
The older kids, children of friends and relatives of Chloe, were having a blast, running from hint to hint laughing and cooing over the cuteness of Carlisle trying to follow them.
Simon Says ended up being hilarious, Adrien purposely giving confusing directions to the group of eager kids, and the poor birthday boy obeying half of them whether he was supposed to or not.
And if Carlisle always found a vacant chair during musical chairs, Marinette had no involvement in it, at all.
It was nice, Marinette realized, being silly and childish and just enjoying an afternoon of play instead of work.
Gifts were opened, and just as Adrien had predicted, Carlisle was head over heels over the fire truck big enough for him to ride it, and it even earned her a loud and wet peck on the cheek from the excited toddler.
It wasn't until the poor boy fell asleep face-first in his birthday cake that Marinette considered going home. She easily tracked down Adrien, busy reading a story to a bunch of sleepy kids, and let him finish his fairytale before crouching beside him. "Ready to go home, Prince Adrien?"
He beamed at her, stretching his long legs in front of him. She held her hand out to him, helping him to his feet. "Let's find Chloe and Sabrina," Adrien said, smiling warmly, "So we can excuse ourselves."
Turned out, Sabrina was cradling an exhausted boy, a fond smile on her face, while Chloe was trying to salvage his birthday clothes from the cake"s merciless onslaught.
"We're gonna head home, Chlo, is that okay with you?" Adrien announced softly, patting her on the back.
She spun around, smiling at them both warmly. "Of course, thanks a lot for coming, and playing with Carlisle like you did. He adores both of you, you know."
"We don't see him that often, though," Marinette pointed out. "I was surprised the adorable little man could even remember me."
Sabrina giggled, her eyes still trained on the child sleeping in her arms. "You made quite an impression, Marinette. Most adults barely acknowledge a child that isn't theirs unless they have to. You talk to him, you play with him. Of course, he's going to remember you. He loves Adrien a lot too, constantly asking when Uncle Adrien is going to come back and wrestle with him."
They both burst out laughing at that, and Marinette replied softly, "We should have dinner sometime soon."
"Of course!" Chloe brightened. "I'll text you guys and try to organize something." She planted a peck on both of Adrien's cheeks. "You, drive safe," she told him, before moving to Marinette, kissing her cheeks in turn. "And you," she resumed, "take care of that dork for me, will you?"
"Hey!" Adrien tried to protest, but the clear laughter coming from Marinette's lips interrupted him.
"Don't worry, Chloe, if I can teach him how to hand stitch without him losing any fingers in the process, I can take care of him just fine."
Walking to the car, Adrien wrapped his arm around Marinette's waist, resting his hand on her hip. "This was nice," he simply said, and she nodded, remnants of a smile gracing her lips.
"It was. Carlisle is really a fun kid to be around."
There was a comfortable moment of silence while Adrien opened the car door for her and rounded the car to slip on driver's seat.
"Do you want that?" he asked softly, his voice earnest.
Marinette looked at him, surprised.
She knew that the family topic was a sensitive one, given his reaction every time his father was brought up. He always closed up, refusing to even brush the topic. She hadn't planned on bringing it up before the wedding, and definitely not before he had dealt with what he liked to call his "no-daddy issues". And even less after they had spent a really nice day at the Grand Paris with his childhood friend and her adorable son.
"I do," she replied simply, wrapping her hand around his on the gear shaft. "But not before I graduate, and not before you are ready too."
"I've always wanted a large family," Adrien replied as he put the car into motion. "Being an only kid… well, you were one too, so you might feel the same way, but to me, it always felt lonely. I used to dream of having siblings. But… I don't know if I can be… Nah, forget it."
After over ten years of knowing each other, two and a half of which they were living together and nearly five months of dating, Marinette didn't think it would be possible anymore for Adrien to make her heart stutter with mere words.
But it did.
Knowing that he, too, wanted children, filled her stomach with butterflies.
Building a family with him, building a future for them was a dream came true for her. And, since he brought it up, she could gently probe to see what he thought about it.
"I want that too, whenever you are ready" she said, her thumb grazing the side of his hand. "When I was fifteen, I used to dream of having three kids with you. I had even named them."
Tikki poked her head out of Marinette's purse, giggling, "Don't forget the hamster, Marinette!"
Adrien could only laugh, his eyes on the road, as Plagg made sounds of disgust. "I can't guarantee I won't eat it if you bring a rodent into our house," he threatened, prompting another bout of laughter from Marinette.
She was about to speak again when Adrien beat her to it. "And what were they, princess? The names you had chosen for our hypothetical babies?"
She could feel her cheeks and ears burning with a blush, but she had made her bed. Might as well lie in it. "Emma, Louis, and Hugo," she replied.
"I like it," Adrien answered, flashing her a quick smile before concentrating on the road again. "Hey, Mari. Just how tired are you exactly right now?"
The odd question caught her off-guard, and she stammered briefly before saying, "Not that much, why?"
"Can I treat you to dinner then? Nothing too fancy, seeing as we're both wearing jeans, but I would like to take you out tonight."
His voice was so earnest, his tone so gentle, that Marinette would've never been able to deny him this simple request even if she had wanted to. "Of course, minou. What did you have in mind?"
"How does pasta sounds to you, my lady?"
"Yummy!" Marinette exclaimed, pulling a hearty laugh from Adrien.
She was happy. They were happy, for the most part.
With him, her life was right where she wanted it to be.
And together, they could do anything.
They were Ladybug and Chat Noir, after all.
They ended up sharing half a pizza and some spaghetti in a small Italian pub, Adrien constantly switching from Italian to French relentlessly with their waiter.
After a while, annoyed, Marinette ultimately sighed, "Could you please stick to a language I can understand?"
Adrien chuckled, scooting even closer to her in their booth. "Not a chance, love. Not when the impolite waiter is asking if this is a romantic date or if there's a chance he could get your number."
Marinette gasped loudly. "He didn't dare!"
"Alas, he did, my lady!"
Their (delicious) meal eaten, Adrien and Marinette both stood up, and after quickly paying the addition, they both excused themselves into the cold evening.
"I hope you didn't leave him a good tip," Marinette pouted, burying her fingers in his hot palm.
"The bare minimum, princess," Adrien assured her. "Just enough to be polite."
Marinette giggled, turning to him. "You're too kind. Most guys would've paid the bill. Period."
"That's just common decency. I was unhappy with him, so I refused to give him more money than what he earned."
A sudden idea striking her, Marinette smiled wickedly. "Could we stop by a grocery store on our way home?"
He eyed her curiously. "Sure, but why?"
"You'll see."
Marinette dipped a strawberry into the melted chocolate, pushing it between Adrien's expecting lips. He bit into it, his eyes lost in hers. "A4," he said, a very Chat Noir smirk on his face.
"You're cheating," she stated, leaning over the game board to press a warm kiss against his lips.
He chuckled, a playful glint in his eyes. "You lost that submarine fair and square, my lady," he countered, "I'd suggest taking off your shirt."
She pouted and pulled the garment over her head, wondering where he could have hidden his aircraft carrier and if she could sink it to get rid of his pants.
A few other ships sunken and clothes discarded later, the game was long forgotten.
Marinette had climbed into Adrien's lap, laying hot kisses along the line of his jaw, burying her fingers into his blond mane.
By that point, all Adrien had left on was his boxer briefs and his shirt, while she still had a sock on, along with her panties and her bra. She could feel his erection against her core, and it only fueled their kiss as she hungrily devoured his lips.
She dug her nails into his scalp lightly when his arms wrapped around her hips, holding her tightly against his chest, and she instinctively rolled her hips against his.
Adrien gasped into the kiss, and the sound allied with the delicious friction between her thighs sent shivers of pleasure through Marinette.
He groaned, his voice husky with lust, and he surged forward, laying them both on the floor of their living room. His shirt promptly tossed across the room, he dove back in, and suddenly he was everywhere.
Marinette got lost in his overwhelming touch, in the way he was worshiping her body. He was kissing, caressing and nipping every inch of her skin and it was driving her crazy.
Nothing existed outside of Adrien anymore.
Nothing else than his hot, addictive touch mattered anymore.
His trail of kisses and teeth grazes went further south, and Marinette let out a needy moan when he pressed an open-mouthed kiss on her hip, his hands unclasping the fastening of her bra.
"Ugh, they're at it again," she could faintly hear Plagg complain in the kitchen, but she couldn't care less.
Because now that the bra was no longer a problem, Adrien had focused his attention on her heated sex, pressing kisses and lapping at her folds through the fabric of her underwear.
Her hips bucked against his mouth, and he chuckled. "Someone's quite eager," he commented, grabbing the sides of her panties and dragging them down her legs.
"I need you," Marinette whimpered, her hand reaching between their bodies to grab his fully erect member through the fabric of his briefs.
Adrien moaned loudly, his head dropping to rest on her shoulder. After a few clumsy strokes on Marinette's part, he dipped his hand between them, reaching for her aching core.
"Gosh, you're so wet already," he breathed in her ear, shooting a raw shot of desire through her entire body.
Her back arched against him when two fingers entered her, and she moaned loudly, "Our little game might've aroused me a little bit."
She could hear his sharp intake of breath near her ear, and she faintly registered that he had at some point shimmied out of his underwear. A tiny, tiny part of her brain was briefly embarrassed by the fact that she still had one sock on, but it was quickly forgotten when Adrien asked her in a low, husky voice, "What do you want, Mari?"
"You," she answered, locking eyes with him. "I want to feel you inside me."
It was apparently the only thing he was waiting for, because the next thing she knew he was lining himself with her entrance, pushing himself inside carefully.
Her whimper of pleasure urged him on, and he started moving inside her, peppering kisses on her forehead, on her eyelids, on her lips. The way he was kissing her so reverently while making her feel that way like she was about to burst at the seams from the pleasure he was giving her, it almost sent her into white-hot oblivion right away.
But even if she was slowly losing her mind under him, Adrien kept relentlessly thrusting back and forth inside her, his hands cupping her face and his lips devouring hers in a passionate, messy kiss.
Her orgasm washed over her without warning.
It was hot, it was intense, and it was overwhelming.
Her entire being tensed in his arms as pleasure overpowered her like a tidal wave, her walls clenching around his throbbing cock uncontrollably.
Adrien moaned loudly, his rhythm faltering and his head burying into the crook of her neck.
"I love you," he whispered, before thrusting a final time into her and releasing himself inside her with a final grunt, his arms shaking.
He rolled on his side, gathering her in his arms. "I love you, Marinette," he repeated, his voice hot in her ear.
"I love you too, Adrien. With all my heart," she replied.
They were both making great progress, both as a couple as in individual therapy.
But doubts were still stifling him.
"You… really want to have kids with me?" he asked, voice earnest.
Her smile almost blinded him.