(A/N) Finally!

What a few people have been asking for! I give you part of Adrien's side of the story.

I also give you what someone's been hiding for the last 3/4 Chapters and before you read it! Yes, I crave drama (Pun intended) lol although I like staying out of drama, I do like writing about it lol so if this story is too dramatic for you then sorry, not sorry lol.

P.s. Sorry this is Late! I had this out on Wattpad on Saturday but for some reason the app deleted my chapter, lucky though it kept my work before I edited but it deleted my chapter name and omg it was annoying me I couldn't think of a replacement name so I've been sitting on it for 3 days and I finally thought of one. Hurray lol

Anyways Enjoy...


Adrien had been lost in his own little world, one that was left in the past.

He hadn't even concentrated on his relationship with Bethany, hadn't even spoken to her about the wedding nor what their future now held for them.

He was so caught up in his little bubble with Marinette that every other issue got put on the back burner, not noticing it until it bubbled over.

Only reality hit him when he was getting ready for his best friends wedding. Putting on the suit made all the difference to his decision and for once it wasn't to do with his superhero persona.

Adrien stared at himself longer then was nessarsary, really looking deep down on the person he had become these last few weeks.

What was wrong with him? What was going on inside his head during this time? He didn't know, he was confused himself with the whole ordeal.

"I know what you're thinking kid." Plagg hummed from Adrien's bag. "Which cheese would I prefer?"

The kwami held up two different cheeses from his stash and compared them in the afternoon light that was piercing through the window.

"That was not what I was thinking about at all!" Adrien scoffed, turning back to fix his tie in the mirror. "Besides, I'm not hungry!"

His black companion flew up with the said food and sat on Adrien's shoulder, staring at him through the mirror.

"Do you really think I will share my cheeses with you?" Plagg scoffed. "I have been saving this for too long for you to touch!"

"Then what do you want? I'm kind of busy getting ready." Gesturing at his suit, Adrien let out an audible huffed.

"You've been staring at that mirror for ten minutes, not once in that time did you touch your suit." Plagg pointed out. "Don't try to fool me and tell me you weren't even slightly thinking about it!"

"Plagg, not everything is about you and your God damn cheese! Just make a decision and just leave me out of it!" The blonde snapped.

He didn't understand why he snapped or what had really triggered him off in that moment but after it came out, it was like a switch had been flicked, Plagg was only trying to get that little lightblub to show up over his head.

Metaphorically speaking.

The kwami smirked before flying back over to his hiding place. "You finally said it out loud." He chuckled. "Now take that same advice and choose!" Plagg advised. "This isn't the same with choosing Marinette, Ladybug or Kagami back in Lycee, this choice has a lot more on the line than a mere crush. You're getting Married Adrien, not playing dress ups, you need to choose before someone else does and you know how I feel when someone steals my cheese!"

Plagg's advice sunk in. He was right, Adrien had to make that important decision! Wearing this suit only made it all the more real this was going to happen to him soon if he didn't take the leap, so he had to do something before it was too late.

"When Bethany gets back, I'll tell her the wedding is off! I owe her that much and to explain everything face to face than over the phone." Adrien told Plagg, staring back in the mirror at himself and running his fingers through his hair.

"Good! Now I'm going to get back to feasting on my gooey delights! All this love advice is making me hungry!" Plagg's belly rubbled at that exact moment making the two of them laugh.

"Fine, but keep hidden, can't have you showing up unexpectedly and causing a scene!"

"We wouldn't want that would we?" Nino came into the room all ready for his wedding.

Prim and proper was the word the blonde was looking for when he saw his best friend. Adrien already knew how a simple outfit could change someone, he experiences it everyday for his job. It's not only from the outside perspective but inside always sparks something different as well.

When you look good you feel good.

"Who were you talking to?" Nino asked, drawing Adrien's attention back to him.

"Myself." He quickly said, gesturing to the mirror. Hiding the truth for Obvious reasons.

"Well I hope you don't cause a scene because it won't be me you would have to deal with." Nino laughed. "Alya would be determined to end your life if you ruin her wedding."

"Noted!" Adrien nodded with an awkward chuckle.

"Besides, when she finds out you're Chat Noir I think she would really have your head then." Nino added and Adrien nodded again without even realising what he'd said until he spoke again. "Come on dude, we don't want to be late to my own wedding." He hit his shoulder with his hand in passing before stopping at the doorway. "Make sure he stops looking at himself, I don't want him trying to look better than me!"

Plagg nodded towards Nino, not even remotely hidden. "I've been telling him that for the last 15mins." The kwami grumbled.

"Wait!" Adrien knitted his eyebrows together in confusion. "Wh-When did you find out?"

Nino laughed. "Dude, I've known for awhile aye. Plus your little homie has been chilling at my place while Bethany has been around." The DJ explained "You're lucky Alya has been mostly at her parents apartment because I don't know how to explain why her fridge stinks like ancient cheese!"

Adrien eyed Plagg who snuck slowly back into the bag out of sight. "Really?"

"Something about Bethany doesn't like your cheese habit?" Nino said, trying not to laugh at his best friend.

The blonde quirked an eyebrow and a smile formed on his face as he glanced over at his kwami, who ears were still poking out of the bag. "Is that so?"

Someone was in trouble now.


"Alya are you okay?" Marinette asked as her friend was puking in the toilet.

She had shut and locked the door, keeping the bluenette out and away from the reality of it all. It wasn't like Alya to shut off like this and Marinette knew there was something off.

"Fine, f-fine!" Alya heaved and gasped between being sick. "Just get ready!"

"You sure?" Marinette pondered, her ear leaning against the door as her pointy finger lightly tapped a few times. "Do you want me to call Nino? I can tell him we are going to be late..."

"No!" The reporter protested. "Dont call Nino!" Another round of vomiting sounded before Alya gasped for breath again. "I don't want to make him more nervous then he already is!"

"Okay..." The bluenette didn't budge from the door, worried about her best friend.

"Just do your maid of honour duties and make sure everyone is ready to go." Alya demanded.

She didn't answer, instead walked into the room where her sisters were getting their hair and make up done.

"I told her this is what happens being around a fly weight." Nora laughed from the couch. "You become weak!"

Alya's mother scolded Nora and looked to Marinette, a bit of worry in her eyes but she knew something and was keeping everyone else out of the loop.

"Do you think I should call Nino?" Marinette asked again, worry really starting to set in.

Alya's mother shook her head and walked over to Marinette, grabbing her shoulders to look at her. "She is fine darling, I think nerves have set in. I was nervous when I got Married and I almost puked in the middle of the ceremony." She added, pushing Marinette's fringe to the side so she could see her eyes more clearly.

Or was that out of habit with having so many girls?

Marinette didn't feel convinced. The Alya she knew wasn't a nervous wreck. She was bright, confident, sure of herself, especially in the mist of danger. There was no way a simple wedding would shoot her down now?

Right?

If Marinette couldn't call Nino, she could message someone else to get some insight on the matter and she knew just the person.

M: How are things on your end?

A weird way to start a conversation but at least it was something. She shrugged.

A: All Good, Nino is actually chilled, it's scary.

He replied, adding a shocked cat emoji at the end of the message. Before Marinette could type, another message came through.

A: What about on your end?

M: I think I know where Nino's nerves went...

A: What do you mean?

M: Well...

Instead of typing out a reply, Marinette posed for a selfie next to the bathroom door where Alya was still hiding behind, Sick!

M: Been in there for half an hour.

The blonde ignored the issue for a moment and focused more on the girl. He was smitten, a big smile widening on his face with a hint of love in his eyes.

"Dude! Who you messaging?" Nino asked, curious to see what had gotten his best friend in this love sick state.

After typing out a reply, Adrien hid his phone away from his best friends view. "Marinette." He answered with a sigh.

Everyone in the limo stopped what they were doing and snapped their gazes towards Adrien. Luka especially was intrigued, He was not expecting them to have a text exchanged.

Nino didn't expect to hear the bluenette's name either, it all came kind of a shock to him that his best mate and Marinette were finally talking.

Well more so flirting by the looks of it.

"What did she want?" The DJ questioned, not bothering to ask the obvious.

"Oh ummm... nothing, Just asking if we were ready yet!" He lied when he saw the look Luka was sending him.

The blonde didn't need to explain things here in front of everyone, especially with the way it looked on his end. He was just glad they got back to their own conversations and drinks.

Well, most of them.


Marinette looked over the recent message Adrien had left, feeling her heart beat pick up in pace and her breathing to hitch.

She was so glad in a way he couldn't see her blush but in another way horrified that she was going to see him in a few short hours, making them both face that reality.

A: You look beautiful... but I thought it's bad luck to see you before the wedding?

Collecting all the sanity she had left, Marinette replied, a bit of sass in her posture as her hands typed out at full speed.

M: We aren't the ones getting Married!

Although that day did cross her mind more than once when she was younger.

M: Besides that's not the point! Alya is sick and I don't know what to do or what has caused it!

As Marinette waited for a reply, the bathroom door opened, immediately putting her phone away before her friend saw the text exchanged between her and Adrien.

Alya appeared on the other side looking pale and exhausted, she could see a hint of pain in her eyes as well which broke Marinette's heart.

"Are you okay?" She asked as she rushed to her friends side, clearly she wasn't but it was out of habit to ask.

"Yeah, nerves I guess." Alya told her friend with a fake laugh.

Marinette didn't question her, instead lead Alya over by her shoulder to her dress that was already laid out on the bed.

"Do you need a hand getting into it?" The bluenette questioned, watching as the reporter took shaky steps towards the bed.

"That would be great." Alya weakly smiled.


The limo pulled up at the Church and the boys got out to greet the rest of their wedding party.

Adrien was more distracted on the last message Marinette sent, concerned for the worry she had for her friend. It was true, Alya had nerves of steal, especially in dangerous times. It was just strange she had broken by just a simple wedding.

"Dude, You're starting to look pale! Is everything okay?" Nino broke Adrien out of his concentration and showed him his fake model smile.

"Yeah, no! Just something Marinette has said that doesn't add up." Adrien explained.

"You two are really hitting it off, huh?" Nino gave him a devious smirk but Adrien just waved him off, putting his phone in his pocket after writing his last text.

A: I'll try and talk to Nino, let me know if you get any answers.


"I swear this fitted you a few weeks ago!" Marinette grunted, trying to zip up Alya's wedding dress with little luck. "It doesn't make any sense!"

The reporter just stood there, starting at Marinette through the mirror and holding in her stomach to make it easier for the bluenette to zip her up.

They were having no such luck.

"I can't do it!" She gave up in defeat, placing her hands on her hips and looking over what she had created.

"Maybe it's the nerves, I have been eating a lot lately." Alya awkwardly laughed but she could tell her friend didn't buy it.

"Seriously? There is something going on and I want to know!" Now the tables had turned and it was Marinette breathing down her friends neck for answers. "First you are sober at your own hens night, then you're sick in the bathroom just moments ago and now you are struggling to fit into your wedding dress; where I know for a fact you were fine in it a few weeks ago." She agrued. "It almost sounding like... NO!" Placing her hands on her cheeks and her eyes going wide, Marinette watched as her friend gave her a sheepish smile. "Since when?"

"8 weeks or so..." Alya squeaked.

"Why didn't you tell me? That's fantastic news!" She beamed.

"Because it was more overwhelming than we expected." Alya explained.

"How can it be overwhelming? You and Nino are having a baby!" Marinette tried to hide her squeal of excitement.

"Not just a baby..."

"What do you mean?"


"Shes expecting twins dude!" Nino told Adrien in private.

"Twins?" The blonde repeated in shock. "Wow you will have your hands full!"

"I know." He said. "Alya was thrilled but when we heard we were having twins I think it was a bit more information to take in for her."

"Understandable."

"We were going to tell you guys but with the wedding and everything thats been happening it was a bit much at the time." Nino explained, feeling guilty he didn't share the news earlier.

"Dont worry about it man, I'm just happy for you and Alya!" Adrien patted his friend on the shoulder for reasurrance.

"Thanks dude! That means a lot!" Nino hummed gleefully.


"Okay, I can work with this, I just need a little time and some white fabric." Marinette explained, going through her bag she had brought over just in case she had to make any last minute adjustments.

"What did you have in mind?" Alya questioned, trying to peep over her shoulder.

"Well if we can't zip you up we are going to tie you up instead. That way it will hold everything in and still look good." She clarified. "Hopefully I have enough fabric so this can work out like I hoped."

"I'm sure you can get it done, there is no task I would put by you that you can't do." Alya praised, thankful she had Marinette in her life. "I don't understand why you don't make this into a job! You're too good to be working at a clothing store! You need to be back stage, making the clothes." She pointed out.

"You know that was only a dream Alya! I'm not good enough to be up there with the top designers! Heck I don't even have the time if I wanted to anyways." Marinette pointed out, as she cut up the fabric for her dress.

"Not good enough? Please! You made my wedding dress girl and you are making Bethany's dress! Thats more than good enough!" Alya sassed. "Besides your duty as Ladybug hasn't been cutting into your everyday life like it use to so I don't see the problem."

Alya stood still as her friend worked on the back of her dress. Cutting out the zipper while she also cut holes to weave the fabric through and tighten her up.

Marinette just rolled her eyes at Alya, choosing not to comment on the other girls dress and how that was currently failing horribly.

She hadn't even gotten far with it and the way Bethany wanted the dress to be done Marinette wasn't sure she would even get it done in time. Well was there going to be a wedding anyways with the way things were going between her and Adrien?

She wasnt sure anymore.

"Done!" Marinette said as she stood back to admire her handy work. "How does it feel?" She asked.

Alya held her stomach for a moment, fearing her dress would still fall off of her, but after a moment she let it go, followed by a relieved sigh.

"Better! I can breathe again." She added.

"Great! My work here is done!" Marinette smiled, helping her friend move out the door without her falling over herself.

Alya's mother tearfully smiled when her daughter walked through the door in her dress and her sisters were almost speechless with the way they reacted.

It was true, Marinette could pull off a master piece when she wanted to.

Thinking about the night in the bar with Adrien, how they laughed and spoke so freely and openly in what they want in life. She remembered him telling her he wanted to be a teacher and she missing the chance to design.

Maybe she hadn't missed that chance, Maybe if things were working out like they had been, that Marinette and Adrien could do what they want without any regrets or other things in life getting in their way.

That dream was sounding more and more like a possibility with how everything was turning out. She couldn't wait to start her life with him by her side.

A: See you at the alter?

Marinette laughed at the recent message and replied with a small laugh and an eye roll, matching his humour.

M: I'll be the one in Pink.

A: That's very convincing.

"Now!" Alya's mother said, her voice cracking with the tears pooling over her cheeks with complete happiness. "Let's get you Married!"


(A/N) 3100 Words.

Coming up Next...

• "We were always a team, weren't we M'Lady?"

• "Why did I say that out loud? Uhhh... It was meant to be a s-secret... I mean, non secret... ahh, just something you didn't need to hear out loud!"

• "Perfect timing, Adrien I need you."

• "I just don't understand why you are doing this to yourself, Marinette?"

• "I'll figure it out on my own! Okay? I don't need you to worry about my life anymore! We aren't together so it doesn't concern you."

Shaz Out...