"I think we need glitter," Emma declared before Adrien got the chance to start speculating as to why Marinette was acting funny.
"Glitter?!" Hugo screeched. "Glitter is for girls! We need an ATV ornament!"
Marinette sighed. "We don't need either of those."
"Yes we do!" The kids protested urgently.
"Why don't you guys make something neutral, for both of you?" Adrien suggested.
"It can be unique. You're own ornaments."
"Why can't we have glitter on the star?" Emma whined.
"Because glitter is messy," Marinette said. "And it's a pain to clean it up if it gets all over the place."
"What if we-"
"No," Hugo and Marinette said.
Emma pouted. She stomped up to her room.
"She has your fiery temper, my lady," Adrien told Marinette.
"She's your daughter too, Adrien." Marinette told him softly.
"You alright?" Hugo asked Marinette, who nodded.
She wasn't.
She was starting to get sick.
Not cold sick.
Not fever sick.
Not flu sick.
Baby sick.