Adrien Agreste.

A model.

Previously for his father, Gabriel Agreste, but when he was imprisoned, he became a model for Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Current age: 22. He didn't go to college. Models didn't need college. Just good looks. And a tolerance of crowds.

Alter Ego: Chat Noir, previously, who fought against Hawkmoth and Mayura, and their army of villains, with Ladybug.

Siblings: Felix, a twin brother of his, who married Allegra. They had no kids yet.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

A fashion designer.

Self taught for the majority of it, but did attend university to take over the Gabriel brand.

Current age: 22.

Alter Ego: Ladybug, previously, who fought against Hawkmoth and Mayura, and their army of villains, with Chat Noir.

Siblings: She was from a set of triplets. There was Bridgette, her, and Claude.

Marinette met Adrien when she was thirteen, on his very first day at public school. She got the wrong impression, that he was like her bully, Chloe, but he turned out to be so sweet that she fell in love with him, and confessed to him the following Valentine's day. They started dating, with both Gabriel and Marinette's parents in the know and support of it.

Ladybug kept her identity secret as did Chat Noir, until they revealed their identities after defeating Hawkmoth and Mayura, having deemed it safe. Chat, or Adrien, was delighted that his lady was his girlfriend, and Marinette returned that feeling.

They got a house together at eighteen, before Marinette started university. Every weekend and school break, she'd stay and cuddle with him.

Four years later, after Marinette finished university and took over Gabriel, on her first show, Adrien proposed to her. Although she was embarrassed at the public setting it was in, she didn't mind and was actually proud of him for gathering the courage to ask his girlfriend to marry him, with music, in front of at least a thousand people.

They got married the following year. It was a rather intimate wedding, but Adrien wanted it as something that they'd both always remember.

As their honeymoon, they went to Rome. Marinette had places she wanted to go to; London, Rome, Japan, China, Hawaii, Aruba, and Australia. During their honeymoon, they did it for the first time, and he promised her that every year, for their anniversary, that they'd go where she wanted to.

Then, after they spent the majority of the summer in Aruba, Marinette got really sick. Severe vomiting, exhaustion, and really moody or sensitive. She was gaining weight quickly, too.

Adrien got scared. He couldn't just lay in bed in the morning and listen to his wife lose her dinner. He didn't want her to sleep all day, but she was tired and she needed it. He asked her if she knew what was wrong, and she shrugged, but deep down, she really did know.

She was pregnant.

She just didn't want to tell him straightforwardly. She wanted it to be special.

So after she got an ultrasound, she taped one of the sonograms to his laptop screen, and then went back to sleep like nothing had happened.

Adrien was always on his laptop. He didn't have a job that required that, but he did like journaling, looking at old pictures and videos, or browsing the web.

So when he opened his laptop one morning, did he expect to see a photo taped to it? No.

It wasn't just any photo. It was black and white. He didn't know what it was or where it was from.

He gently took it off of the screen and inspected it, then gasped.

It was a sonogram!

Marinette hadn't told him that she was pregnant! He hadn't even seen a pregnancy test in the trashcan or on her nightstand! How did her symptoms fly right past him? Maybe it was because they were severe and he didn't consider it normal.

He analyzed the sonogram with a smile. The comforting little shape of her belly from the inside, the data in the top corners, and the sac.

Wait...

Why were there...

Two sacs?

No.

Three.

There were three sacs.

Three eggs!

"WHAT?!" He yelped.

They were having three babies?! Triplets?! How did that happen?!

He turned his laptop on and quickly typed into the search bar, 'how triplets are made'. Basically, it could be hyperovulation, something that happened around age thirty five, or hereditary twin or triplet genes.

Which made sense, considering Adrien was a twin and Marinette was a triplet.

"Hey, kitty." Marinette said softly.

"M'lady! You're awake!"

"Yeah. I heard you squeal and assumed you got my little message."

"I did..." He said. "I can't believe this. We're having three babies."

"I didn't know until yesterday." Marinette admitted, sitting next to him. "I'm not very surprised. I'm a triplet. My OB/GYN said that triplets could be hereditary."

"You wanted three kids...well, there you go."

Marinette giggled. "Yep."

"So not only is it my mission to love you and take care of you...but them, too."

Marinette looked down at her rapidly growing stomach, then smiled and kissed her husband. "You're going to be a great daddy."

He happily kissed her back. "Thank you...and you're going to be an amazing mother to be. You women are amazing, bleeding every month or taking the hits to grow a baby. I want to be with you every step of the way."

"Keep being with me forever, through everything."

"I promised you that I would be when you confessed. It's an old promise but it still exists."

Marinette smiled and nodded. "You're so...loyal."

"Of course. I must be loyal to my queen."

"Kitty...I liked princess better."

"But that won't match up if we have baby girls, will it?"

"I guess not."

"But don't worry. I'll eventually tell them that you were the first princess."