Chat Noir silently slipped in through the window of his dark living room, a new tub of ice cream in hand.

Nothing moved. Not that he expected it. It was nearly four in the morning. Marinette was still sleeping in their room, and she would never realize he'd been gone or why. "Plagg, claws-"

The recliner creaked, and his darling wife, the love of his life, leaned forward with a deadly glower on her face. Though the effect was ruined by her yawn. Moonlight highlighted her very large belly, which was probably what had woken her.

"Why were you out?"

"Store." He wasn't sure how much danger he was in. Marinette had been grumpy on and off for weeks, and she hated waking up early. But he hadn't really done anything wrong, so… Was he in trouble?

"Why?" Her eyes flicked to the item in his arms. She could probably see what it was.

"We were out of ice cream."

"And why were we out of my craving ice cream?" Marinette shifted forward, put her hands on the arms of the chair to push herself up, and only rose a few centimeters before collapsing backward, blocked by her belly.

Chat Noir stepped toward her to offer her a hand, but when he was close enough to hold it out to her, she swatted him away.

She braced her feet, slid herself forward, leaned, pushed, and straightened up, only to point another glare in his direction, but this time it was ruined by the smile she couldn't quite hide. Not in trouble then. Phew.

"Go stand back over there," she said. "I want to walk over menacingly."

Her villainous stride had much more waddle than either of them were expecting, and by the time she reached him, his shoulders were shaking and he was covering his mouth to hide his smile.

"Laughing at your poor, distressed, hungry wife. I knew you were a cad."

"Sorry, bugaboo. Have I told you that your waddle is adorable?"

Marinette growled. "Only five times today."

"Sorry," he said again. "I didn't think you were going to wake up in the ten minutes it took me to eat the rest and buy you more."

"Me neither." Marinette leaned into him, so he could feel their child inside her squirm against his stomach. "This baby is a tyrant."

"Oh?" He looped his arms around her waist to keep them both close. In a few weeks, maybe a few days, they were going to be parents! "She takes after you then."

"Ha." Marinette tapped his nose. "Well then, my loyal subject, I demand you make me a sundae."

Chat Noir grabbed her hand and raised it to his lips for a quick kiss. "As you wish, M'Lady."

A/N: Once I committed to doing this idea, it practically wrote itself. XD