A/N: Your next dish consists of sad Adrien! I'm sorry to bring it upon you, but enjoy!

And to the guest who brought up the valuable question to if there will be a Marichat Express, the author is undecided at the moment but is leaning towards the 'Yes' side of the scale.


Walking along the path, Adrien sighed. His blond tresses swayed as a breeze blew past, causing him to pull his coat closer to his body. His hand swept through his hair as he walked by the statue made to honour Ladybug and Cat Noir. Whilst it normally left a warm feeling in him, today it only seemed to leave a hollow feeling in his being.

The scritch-scratch of pencil on paper caught his attention as he spotted Marinette idly sketching on a bench near the fountain. She caught his eye as she waved him over; Grimacing, he made his way towards her. Taking a seat next to her, he leaned over her shoulder and found her sketching a dress that he knew would no doubt become a wonderful creation.

Too bad he wasn't in the mood to tell her that

"What brings you here, Adrien? You look as if you snuck away from one of your photoshoots again. You haven't done that since the water fight incident." Marinette said, her pencil still scritch-scratching on the paper.

A pang went through his chest.

"I did escape." he bit out, "I won't work on the day Mére disappeared."

The pencil stilled. She flipped a page and continued to start drawing another sketch.

"She would have liked you, Marinette." Even though she was still sketching, Adrien could tell that she was listening. He stared at his hands for a minute before continuing, "She wanted me to have friends, but Father always said that it was too dangerous. I can still remember all the times Mére got convinced Nathalie to sneak us out. Those were fun."

Silence prevailed until Marinette asked a question, "What was she like?"

Adrien lay back on the bench, eyes raised to the sky, "She was… She was amazing. Mére always had a smile on her face and Nathalie says I look just like her. She always made me laugh and-and she was terrible at being on time. I remember her telling me that she was late to her first date with Father. Her eyes were like meadows. They were warm and you could always count on them to watch over you. Father always teased Mére about her hair, saying that they were like sunbeams. " He reflected, trying to gather his next words.

"...And when she sang, everyone would come to hear. She always sang me to sleep, or hummed to me when her voice was weak. She was always trying to annoy Nathalie with songs that Nathalie hated and she loved and whenever Father was stressed, I could hear her singing him to ease his worries...I bet she would get along with Nino better than I ever could." He grinned. "She would probably try and get him to all sorts of music events. And with Alya I bet she would gossip non-stop with. And with you….with you she would try to set me up with. You're smart, brave and artistic! She would love you to pieces….Too bad she never will."

"Done."

"Wha--" His breath was blown away by a sketch in her book.

It was her.

His Mére.

Tears welled up in his eyes as he took in the picture. She was sitting on a chair, with an extremely prominent baby bump. Her eyes were alight and she seemed to be...singing.

To him.

To her baby bump.

Her palm rested on her bump and around her, she was surrounded by flowers. All kinds.

Bellflowers, Pink Carnations, Hibiscus', Honeysuckle and …. Jasmine.


"Wherever you are, chérie, you must know that I love you. If ever in doubt of my love, look for the messenger with Jasmine. They will guide you, okay?"


He couldn't help it anymore. The tears spilled out and Marinette only took his head into the crevice of her neck, never minding how he was making her dress wet or how he looked so pathetic, in that moment.

The murmured reassurances into his hair, murmuring that his Mére still loved him, wherever she was, and that it was not his fault that she left, easing the silent worries he had hidden since he was 13 years of age.

His tears seized as he was able to regain his composure, making no move to remove himself from Marinette.

"Thank you." he finally said, retreating to look her in the eye. "But I didn't do anything, Adrien." she said, confused.

He only grasped her hand, and responded, "You did everything, Marinette. You grasped every feeling, every emotion and every secret I held into one page. Thank you… for being you. For being an amazing person and for always smiling , despite the pain I and countless others must have caused you. Thank you, for being our Everyday Ladybug."

She smiled and handed him the picture, both sitting in silence until the Gorilla finally found them.

Waving him goodbye, Marinette left and Adrien carried one less guilt.


Once home, and after braving a half-hearted lecture from his Father, he wrote the words he had wanted to say to his Mére for six years.


Dear Mére,

How are you, wherever you are?

I know now that you're never coming back. It's been six years already. But, despite the part that says you aren't, a small part of me still hopes I'll find you someday.

I've got so much to tell you about! I'm about to finish lycée and I've got so many friends! Nino, Alya, Marinette, Chloe and so many others! You would have loved all of them.

But Marinette… Marinette's amazing. She reminds me so much of you that it hurts sometimes. You both always have a smile on your face and you're both so very special to me...She's always able to tell when somethings wrong and cheers me up without even knowing herself.

I know that… that the reason I've never tried to pursue a relationship with her, despite the longing I find myself in, is because I'm afraid. Afraid that just like all the other precious people in my life, she'll disappear just like them.

First you, then Father, and now Nathalie. She's gotten worse Mére. She's always coughing and having attacks when she thinks I can't see them. She's getting worse but Father… Father keeps saying she'll be fine. I know that Nathalie loves him, but… I can't let her love him if it will only end in pain for her. Nathalie… Nathalie and Marinette. Nino and Alya. Even Chloé. They are my precious people, and I can't let them disappear!

…I've found myself doing some unexpected work as well. I'm a superhero. Chat Noir, and even though it's dangerous, I promise I'm okay!

You don't have to worry about me, okay Mére? I've got a partner, her name's Ladybug. She's amazing, she's so smart and brave and can always think on her feet. I admire her and hope someday to be her friend without the mask in the way. She's second only to Marinette in Awesomeness!

Marinette… Despite her clumsiness, despite her lack of punctuality, she's the best thing that has ever happened to me. We met on bad terms, but now I can safely say that she's one of best friends, and that she even holds my heart.

I know that if you were here Mére you'd love her. So much so, that I'm afraid you'd steal her away from me! When the time comes, I plan to make her my wife. No matter the odds! I know I might sound foolish but… I love her with the power of a thousand burning Suns and Plagg's Cataclysm!

Oh yeah, Plagg. He's my Kwami, he gives me my powers! I bet if you met him, he wouldn't have to come to me for cheese, he'd just ask you for some and you would give some to him willingly, wouldn't you?

…I love you Mére, and even if you aren't here now, I'm sure we'll meet someday, okay?

Your Sunshine Ball,

Adrien


Glad with the outcome, he yawned, rubbed his eyes and got ready for bed, missing how the letter he had previously written was swept out the window and flew away towards a distant location he would hopefully never reach.