Marinette thought about going to New York with Audrey.

She'd be an intern, finishing her main school years in the most extravagant school. One without Lila. She'd go to a nice college, and be an apprentice.

She loved the idea.

But she was good to be across the world...

For approximately seven years.

A world without the warmth of Adrien, the smell of his cologne, his kisses and jokes. They'd be channeled through a screen.

She'd also be gone from the bakery.

From Paris.

From home.

But it was a chance that wouldn't come up again.

She hadn't much choice.

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Marinette and Adrien were hugging the longest out of all the hugs Marinette got or gave before being tugged away to the airplanes.

Adrien sighed as his lady being gone sunk in.

"Don't worry," Sabine told Adrien. "Time will fly by."

It didn't. It seemed like an eternity. Marinette was working so hard. She was either sick, sleeping, or busy that calls between her and Adrien weren't constant. It was the simple "Good morning, I love you, thinking about you and hope all is well" message in the morning and the same thing at night.

But finally, Marinette had tossed her cap into the air.

Where was she off to right after the graduation ceremony?

Home!

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Jean had packed hers and Chloe's bags. The girls and Audrey rode the fastest first class plane there was.

When they returned to Paris, it was nighttime.

Marinette found the apartment that Adrien had gotten for the them and crept in.

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He slept so soundly, just like a baby.

She giggled as she noticed how he was curled up with a body pillow that was practically marinated in her favorite perfume.

She gently moved the blankets and replaced that pillow.

Oh, the surprise he had waiting...

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Adrien sat up and yawned. He glanced at the clock and smiled. No photoshoot. Just him and his sweet Pillownette.

He noticed Pillownette down on the floor...and a bump under the blankets.

He yanked it back to see...

"Marinette! Princess!"

"Hi kitty," she muttered.

"When did you get here? How long have you been here?"

"Earlier this morning," she mumbled into a pillow. "I have jetlag, kitty...it'd be appreciated if you let me sleep longer."

Adrien chuckled. He pressed a long kiss to Marinette's forehead, tucked her back in, and went to the kitchen to start them a breakfast.

Gosh, how he'd missed her.

An alternate ending to one of the special episodes I can't remember the title of (was it Style Queen?). They don't have their miraculous by the way.