"Hi, we're Marcel and Fleur and we met three years ago via Tinder. I wouldn't say it was love at first sight, but maybe love at first message. We got married two years ago and we have been trying for a while to have the pitter patter of little feet without luck. However, Fleur is pregnant now with our little miracle baby and we're both really excited."

"Hello everyone, I'm Odette and this is my boyfriend Olivier. We've only been together seven months and we're looking forward to this next adventure together. We were originally lycée sweethearts, but I moved away for university, leaving Olivier here in France as I studied in Germany. We met again at the Halloween event in the Catacombs and ended up getting lost together, and surprise…I'm now seven months pregnant."

"Hi, I'm Severine and this is my husband, Lucien, we've been together for 12 years and this is our third - and last, child. We were married straight out of university, and have only separated twice. The first time he cheated on me with a model, the second time I cheated on him with a musician. We're hoping this child will save our marriage."

"Morning, I'm Marie and this is Maman, Camille. I was pregnant from a one night stand with my best friend and we decided to keep the baby. His girlfriend wasn't too impressed at first but I think she's slowly coming around to the idea."

Chat Noir looked around the room and couldn't feel more out of place if he was at a dog park. He wasn't the most sociable of people; yes he could hold a conversation with others, or make small talk but he really wasn't feeling hearing about Severine's pregnancy flatulence, especially as he was dealing enough with Marinette's; but that was fine, it was funny. She was his wife. Severine was not!

He never thought about that kind of thing happening. Like, sure, as their relationship progressed they became a lot more comfortable with each other, that seemed normal; but the gas, well, that was an unexpected development. However, since she'd been pregnant it seemed she only needed to walk to set it off. That being said, neither would ever voluntarily tell a bunch of random people about his wife's bowel issues, especially in front of Lucien who seemed to have taken a liking to the polka dotted heroine.

Chat could feel the hairs prickle on his neck as the guy eyed up his wife, Ladybug obviously feeling his discomfort and placing a hand on his thigh.

"And how about you two?"

How about you two? He could have laughed. The instructor sat there looking at them as though they were just another normal couple here for the antenatal workshop, not a giant sized cat and ladybug with super powers who he was sure everyone knew the majority of their life's work. Their story wasn't exactly a secret.

Thanks to Chat Noir's outburst at Gabriel Agreste the whole world now knew Ladybug was pregnant with their baby and Gabriel had once more been taken into custody awaiting trial along with Andre Bourgeois; it seemed a money trail had been found and the ex-Mayor now had a lot to answer for.

Adrien had even come forward as himself to say his father was delusional and a danger to everyone around, stating he would not be safe to walk the streets; and with Adrien's recent publicised return to Paris people were listening to him, maybe having a heavily pregnant superhero on his side too helped the containment. Gabriel would not be allowed bail, and every time he screamed his daughter in law was Ladybug it caused laughter amongst the masses. Firstly, Adrien was dating a local designer (still unnamed, according to the press) and secondly everyone knew Ladybug was married to Chat Noir. Luckily for the heroes, nobody believed a word that left Gabriel Agreste's mouth; not even considering the two might actually be one, a few tricks from Rena Furtive helped too.

For Ladybug and Chat Noir though, they were more popular than ever, the offers flooding in for the heroes to be seen supporting different brands. They ranged from the most simple diapers, bottles, and maternity clothing, to the latest high tech breast pumps and even ridiculously expensive babymoon holidays.

They'd denied everything at first, after all they weren't in it for the freebies; they could easily afford everything they needed and secondly, they were superheroes not promotional advertisers, and neither of them could care less about it. Poor Marinette only had one worry at the moment and that was to make sure she didn't wet herself when she sneezed.

Eventually 'people' started to talk, so here they were, taking part in an antenatal class as Ladybug and Chat Noir, promoting a new 'Zen' way of breathing through childbirth and posting photos to their social media accounts. Though he wasn't sure how 'Zen' it could be when she had to push a life sized melon out of her…anyway…

"Well, hi everyone, I'm Ladybug and this is my husband-"

"Chat Noir," he took his Lady's lead and introduced himself, keeping a smile on his face even though he wanted to be anywhere right now but here - away from Severine and her musical toots…oh! There she went again.

"And how did you two meet?"

He wasn't sure whether she was genuinely being friendly or just being nosey. She had 'that' look, the look that made him want to tell her to turn around and climb back into her hole. The way she was smiling at them and leaned forwards freaked him out, and he wrapped his arms around Ladybug's waist to protect himself.

"It's a funny story actually," Ladybug started, a little laugh leaving her lips, "we were both only 13 years old when we became Ladybug and Chat Noir, and on our first day of the job, I kind of fell from the sky and knocked him off his baton, getting us both suspended in the air and wrapped in my yo-yo wire."

The room remained silent, each and every person staring at them as a tumbleweed went rolling past. Okay, maybe he was being a little dramatic, but who were these people to judge, they weren't there. The group suddenly burst out laughing, and Chat was wondering if they thought him and Marinette were actually just fans of the heroes and turned up in cosplay.

"13 years old?" Lucien repeated, "yeah right. Like two teenagers could repeatedly save the city. You two are funny! What are you like, 22 now?" He started to laugh looking at them both like they were idiots.

"Around that age," Chat replied with a shrug, his model smile placed firmly on his face.

"We got married last year," Ladybug continued.

"Oh my God! Yes, I'd forgotten about that.,you both got drunk and married in Vegas didn't you. So cool!" Olivier said, eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Let me correct you there," Chat said, "yes we were in Vegas, may have had a couple of drinks. But we've been in love with each other for years and it just felt the right time to do it." And for once it wasn't a lie. They had unknowingly been obsessed with each other since the second time they met.

"It's like listening to an episode of Friends," Severine announced, "can we just call you Rachel and Ross?" The woman laughed.

"I bet he said the wrong name at the altar," Lucien continued, the two laughing as Chat Noir felt his anger boil.

"I personally think it's romantic," Odette sighed, "it shows, just like the rest of us, you were young and deeply in love."

"Thank you Odette." Ladybug smiled at the woman sitting next to her. "We're now seven months pregnant, and very excited to be parents for the first time."

"How's that going to work though?" Fleur said, her eyes boring into both heroes, her body moving around her big rotund belly. She must have been close to date, she was huge and Chat was worried he'd be getting a front row seat to a child's birth. "You're meant to be saving Paris."

What was this today? A character assassination. He knew they shouldn't have come.

"Ignore her," Marcel said, "it's her hormones kicking up."

"But she's right," Camille agreed, the grandma to be speaking up. "What if Monarch comes back?"

"He's not coming back," Ladybug said, rolling her eyes and leaning back against Chat's chest.

He looked between all the other attendees and screwed up his eyebrows. "You do realise we're normal people under the suits right? That we have real jobs, families and a marriage. I don't walk around all day in super leather."

"Much to my disappointment," Ladybug added.

"I wouldn't say no to that," Severine agreed, only for Marie to enthusiastically nod alongside them.

"I don't think they're here to talk about that, they're just normal people about to go through a life changing event like all of us," Odette said, smiling over at the heroes.

The girls smiled at each other and he felt himself relax. At least someone wasn't questioning his wife's ability to run around Paris like a beached whale… which by the way, he found out you should never call your pregnant wife. The last time he'd done such a thing he'd been thrown into the River Seine off the Couffaine's boat.

If he thought she was moody without these extra hormones he was badly mistaken, thank god for Luka and Kim diving in to save him, she'd stripped him of his baton midthrow.

"Now that we've all introduced ourselves, let's move on to talking about your delivery. I'm guessing you've all created your birthing plans, would you like to tell us a little more about it? Odette and Olivier, what about you, start us off?" The instructor indicated for the couple beside them to start, which could mean they were either next or last.

"We have opted for a water birth. I love being in the bath at the moment, and I'm spending a lot of time there, it's helping with some of my aches and pains so yeah… a water birth for us." Odette replied, however Olivier's face showed anything but comfort about it.

As Marie explained all about how she was going natural, and she'd been having special training for her breathing, Chat noir turned his attention to Olivier.

"Dude," he whispered, "are you okay?" The guy looking back at him looked anything but okay. He looked positively terrified! "Hey, man." Chat tried again, only for Olivier to start shaking his head from side to side.

"Blood, so much blood."

Chat recoiled back. "Blood?" he asked.

"Everywhere!" Olivier whispered back, his eyes wide and freaking Chat Noir out.

The hero gulped, slowly turning back to focus on the conversations in front of him, however he knew Olivier was still staring at him; the guy obviously petrified by said 'water birth'.

"Severine, how about you?"

Yes, Severine, how about you? Chat thought, his attention turning to the curly haired woman opposite. Maybe she was going to fart the baby out because as soon as she moved, toot she went again. Honestly, none of the others here had his super enhanced smell, they have no idea of the pain he was in at the moment. He just prayed the other women would take pity on him and run off into a forest to do it, or something, wasn't that supposedly what women did.

"Chat, stop it!" Ladybug hissed from in front of him. He buried his head into her neck, speaking low and quiet.

"I'm not doing anything," he whispered.

"No, but you're thinking it."

"I don't know what you're talking about." He moved backwards, resting on his hands as she remained seated between his legs.

"How about you? Ladybug? Chat Noir?"

Before she could speak, he sat up and wrapped his arms around her neck, placing his head on top next to hers; stealing the spotlight from his wife as he squished them together. This was his time!

"Basically, we've gone for the Black Lace approach." He watched as everyone looked at him bewilderedly.

"Black…Lace? I don't think I've ever heard of that one?" The instructor said, Ladybug turning around sharply and glaring at him.

"Don't you dare!" she hissed at him, her teeth clenching so hard he swore he could hear her molars grinding at the back, but he'd started now and there was no way he was backing down.

"Yeah, you see, we're going to start a Conga line and the baby will just join on at the end."

As a smile stretched over his face, he watched as the men burst out laughing and the women… well… he didn't think they appreciated the joke.

"Now to make sure the baby is calm, you must remain calm too. They feed through your emotions, so if you're upset or frustrated, then they will respond in the same way."

Ladybug couldn't say she was upset, but she was about 86 percent sure she was frustrated, and for once not in a fun way. She couldn't believe the way he was acting. It was like taking a child to an adults only dinner. He was uncontrollable. Not only had he been making comments and jokes left, right and centre, he was also messing around and to make matters worse he was getting the other men to follow his lead. She was mortified!

After the birthing fiasco and Chat deciding the baby was going to come out like it was partying at an over 18's all inclusive in Ibiza, they'd progressed to breathing exercises.

It was simple breathe in, breathe out… but of course nothing was simple when her husband decided to start quoting lines from films including 'The Revenant', which was totally inappropriate.

Chat dramatically saying 'As long as you can still grab a breath, you fight, M'Lady' as she was practising her panting was not helping anyone, regardless of how the other guys found him so funny, to her she was just becoming a pain in the ass. If he wasn't a hero to the men here before today, he'd solidly placed himself in their number one spot now.

She knew he didn't want to be there, but there wasn't a chance in hell of her trusting his idea of Luka giving them breathing exercises as a way to prepare her squeezing a basketball out of her…

Anyway, Luka may be trained in a lot of things, and she may adore the guy, but like hell was she trusting him with getting her through the birth of her child.

"You and your partner will now describe how you felt the first time you met each other, and then we will discuss how those feelings have changed over time. Just like your relationship with your spouse, your feelings can change over the years for your child. It's best to embrace the change and see if there are any warnings you need to watch out for."

"What? Like overusing puns?" Ladybug slapped her hands over her mouth not realising she'd said that out loud. Luckily for her, Chat just laughed and placed a kiss on her temple. He would actually let her get away with anything.

"How about you start us off this time, Chat Noir?"

Ladybug sat and prepared herself because the mood he was in today, anything could be about to leave his mouth. It could be the sweetest thing or the most idiotic.

"Well, the first day I met Ladybug, it was all a little weird, I mean I'd just been transformed into a cat that could destroy stuff and told I have a bug as a partner. I didn't get it, but apparently it's to do with good luck and bad luck, I don't know. Anyway, it was the second day where I fell head over heels. She was just so strong and confident, then I got to know her and saw how kind and caring she was." He looked over to her, and smiled, her own eyes filling with tears, damn hormones. "I might possess the bad luck of the black cat, but I don't believe I actually embody that. I believe in true love. I definitely believe in love conquers all, we're proof of that. But I'm also not delusional. We've been through so much for over eight years and we've had hard days and difficult things to deal with, but finding that person who does it for you and knowing that person loves you back it just makes everything so much easier; and she really does. She's everything to me, even when she's throwing me off buildings."

Ladybug wiped under her eyes, the words ringing so true to her, and her heart just swelling for him and their child. He may struggle to get a nappy on a doll, but she knew his heart was big enough to love the entire world. She stretched forward towards him, placing her lips against his in a soft, loving kiss.

Sniffing sounded around the room, before Severine once again made herself known.

"If you don't say something like that, Lucien, we're through."