Author's Note- I had to change the rating... you seriously can't talk about childbirth without it being a little gory, can you? If I can manage to keep it to a 'T' rating, I would.

With that said, enjoy:

Doom. That word means a lot. To be in doom probably means you're way in over your head. To be doomed means you're gonna get wrecked. Either way- Adrien is sure he's both. Especially in the way Plagg is looking at him from the sink.

Adrien takes a breath so deep he feels himself tiptoeing, "I know this is weird…"

Plagg doesn't allow him to finish, "Your mask."

Adrien rubs the back of his neck, "I know- my secret identity might be in jeopardy but-"

"No! Mask!" Plagg zips into the cabinet, "Face-mask! And a hairnet. Also- gloves."

Adrien is showered with a pile of assorted plastic. He holds up a facemask, "Huh? What… for?"

"Sanitation."

"Are we cooking?"

There's a beat of silence as Plagg lets Adrien's question hang in the air like the aroma of ripened cheese. True enough, the child does blush when it clicks. Adrien's lucky he's adorable, the world usually doesn't allow people to make silly statements like that. And Plagg lets it slide too- mostly because the poor child must be traumatized right now.

Plagg looks behind him, and spots Adrien's hands trembling while pulling on gloves. One thing's for sure- Adrien's far more jittery than Chat Noir. Superpowers can do wonders for the ego, but Plagg was determined not to let the kid break down. Or the other kid outside. Or the kid delivering the other-other kid outside.

Plagg flies over to Adrien and manages to put all his hair into a hairnet. It takes more time since the boy is wiggling around like a miserable wet kitten. He even looks like a miserable kitten- not being able to put on the gloves till now.

Plagg groans internally- Adrien's a total mess. What if he goes out there and blubbers in front of Luka? Identity reveal would not help their situation! What's a kwami to do? Stuff him in the closet? No… he's claustrophobic.

There's a crash- and Plagg finds Adrien in the bathroom tub, all dazed, "I think… it's best if I stay in here."

The boy laughs nervously, "I'm no help to anyone like this."

Plagg tilts his head, not even once contemplating leaving him. When will this kitten ever get it through that fluffy head of his? Plagg isn't gonna just leave him- Plagg won't ever leave him. Especially when he's in a bathtub trembling.

Time for another partially inspirational yet aloof speech. Inspiration is always Tikki's forte, but hey, you can't go around Sugar-Cube for a couple thousand years without some of that positivity rubbing off on you. And Adrien needs that positivity.

Adrien hugs his knees, "I'm going to stay in here… out of your way,"

Plagg floats in front of his nose, "Hey- don't go slacking off on me now! I need your help!"

"But how?" Adrien blinks quickly, "I'm a total mess Plagg!"

"Tell me something I don't know," Plagg snickers- and it works because Adrien gives an adorable pout.

Plagg pats the kid's hair-netted head, "And besides- I do need you. Especially your hands."

"Oh Plagg," Adrien turns a few shades paler, "I can't go under."

"To hand me stuff Adrien," Plagg gives him a cheeky grin, "I'll be the doctor, you'll be the mid-husband."

"Husband…?"

Adrien's head is not working in full gear right now. Plagg sighs, but gives Adrien the quickest ever introduction to the child-birth process. The boy might be traumatized for life… but no one said being a superhero is always clean and easy. Emphasis on the clean.

Their conversation is cut short by a guttural groan. That's all they need to dash outside and to the scene of most action. Plagg takes charge immediately- introducing himself and commanding that Adrien get Luka geared up. And because life likes to make things difficult for them, Adrien has to help Luka suit up while the blue-haired boy is still holding hands with Millicent.

It doesn't go too badly- until the sky outside turns to black.

Author's Note: What do you think? Reviews make me giddy with joy! XD