Shocked was not the right word for how Adrien felt at the moment. He stared at his Emma as Plagg moved to her shoulder and nuzzled her cheek. Not only was he talking to his future daughter, who didn't have a human soul, but Plagg's obvious love for her was obvious. While they had already explained her connection with the kwami, Adrien didn't feel that it explained their connection. It was clear that Emma was used to Plagg's affectionate manner towards her.

They must be this way in the future too, he realized. They really are best friends, like she said.

"So, when do you wake up or...what did you call it?" Marinette asked.

"It's different for every Grandmaster. Usually, it happens at a young age, but there have only been a handful or so throughout history." Emma answered.

"Many times," Tikki added, "The awakening is often triggered by an event that is related to the abstract idea the kwami was born from."

"Does being a Grandmaster have anything to do with how you got here?" Adrien asked, trying to focus on the biggest problem. "Can it help you go back?"

"I...I don't know. Hawkmoth was trying to do a spell, but something went wrong. It brought me here instead."

"A spell, what spell? Since when can he do magic?" Adrien asked, "Well, aside from his miraculous power I mean."

"Since whenever he got the book. But since he was reading with evil…." Emma started to explain, but her father cut her off again.

"Book? What book?"

"The Book of the Miraculous, of course."

Adrien glanced over at Marinette, who was clearly thinking the same thing. Surely she doesn't mean...he reached for his phone before he could even finish the thought. He opened the folder where he stored his copy of the images.

"This book?" he asked, holding up the phone for Emma to see. Emma took the phone and studied it.

"Yeah...but why did you take pictures of it? Kinda risky, no?" She handed the phone back to him. Adrien felt his entire body begin to shake. But this book is in my father's safe. Hawkmoth can't be...he can't be….

"Adrien, I'm sure there's an explanation," Marinette said in an effort to calm him down.

"Explanation? Emma traveled through time. Met Hawkmoth and saw him with this book! This book which is locked in my FATHER'S safe! What possible explanation could there be?"

"Shit," Emma muttered. Adrien turned his gaze back to her. She had pushed her empty bowl away from her and had buried her face in her arms on the table. "I'm such and idiot!"

"You knew?" He asked, the anger and confusion starting to boil over.

"Adrien, easy," Plagg cautioned him. "This isn't her fault."

"PLAGG! MY FATHER IS HAWKMOTH!" He screamed.

"ADRIEN!" Marinette screamed back at him. She had stood up and wrapped her arms around Emma. "CALM DOWN! We'll figure this out!"

Marinette glared at him. He could see the same shock he felt, but there was also an emotion in her face that he couldn't describe.

"Emma, sweetie," She was saying as she gently rubbed Emma's back, "It's alright. We would have figured it out on our own. This isn't your fault."

Adrien looked down at their future daughter. Her whole body was trembling. Of course, he realized, She shouldn't reveal anything. Adrien closed his eyes and tried to push the anger aside. He knelt down next to Emma, joining Marinette in her efforts to comfort their daughter.

"Emma," he said in as gentle of a voice as he could manage, "Emma, it's alright. I'm not mad at you. I'm just...just...shocked. I don't understand how fa...your grandfather could be Hawkmoth. Or why he would be Hawkmoth."

Emma turned her head and their eyes met. He managed a soft smile. The girl's body slowed it's trembling, but he could tell that the evening was taking a great emotional toll on her.

"I tell you what," he said, slapping his knee lightly. "No more explanation. No more Hawkmoth. No more Ladybug and Cat Noir! None of it. Let's just….have a family movie night. Alright? We can figure all this out tomorrow."

"That sounds like a good idea," Marinette added. "And we can all enjoy the macaroons I brought over."

Sitting up, Emma turned towards Marinette.

"Macaroons?" she asked. "Are they...are they from the Dupain Bakery?"

"Of course!" Marinette laughed, "Where else would I get them from?" Emma through her arms around Marinette's neck and a tight hug. Marinette returned the gesture, gazing up at Adrien. He was still upset and still trying to process the news about Hawkmoth, but seeing Marinette holding Emma gave him an uncanny sense of calm.

I'm going to have a family. He thought to himself. A real family.