I lift my head up from my knees, knowing that if I stay here any longer, I'll get even wetter. The rainstorm matches my mood. The rain is my tears of sadness and frustration over losing the Miracle Box. I start to stand but my legs tremble from the effort.

A clap of thunder makes me squeak and I hide my head in my knees. I am brave, but the thunder is a fear I'm still trying to conquer.

I hear quiet footsteps, someone is besides me. I desperately wish it to be Cat, because I don't think I could face anyone else.

He looks powerful and strong, gazing off into the direction of Hawkmoth's voice, his green eyes blazing with determination.

My fear vanishes as I look at him. We are more powerful and strong together. "Why are you here?" I ask, the wind lashing my black hair around my face. "I lied to you and when you where there when I needed you most, I pushed you away."

Though I was doing it to protect him, I still feel a guilt that weighs me down like a lead weight. The thunder claps its hands again and I see Cat staring down at me, the most gentle expression on his handsome features. He extends his hand to me, and with a trembling hand, I grasp it.

As soon as I come into contact with his hand, I feel a peace throughout my body, like the sun coming out after a storm. "You haven't lost me, M'lady. We will get the Miraculous back, one by one."

I sniffle as I bury my face in his shoulder. "You and me?" "Yes," he whispers. I find myself lost his green gaze, and despite everything that's happened, it's going to be okay.

I hear the chant of "Ladybug! Ladybug!" From the streets far below, and feel a tear trickle down my face. But this time it isn't from sadness. Paris is on my side, forgiving me for making a mistake.

A wave of tiredness passes through me a few minutes later, and Cat gathers me in his arms. He tucks me in bed, telling me he's going to make tea.

I struggle to stay awake, today was exhausting with fighting SentiMonsters, a akuma, my panic attack. "Adrien," I whisper. He might of saved my life, being there keeping me calm.

Cat walks back in a moment later, and hands me my cup of tea. I accept it gratefully. The sweet hot liquid soothes me. "Its starting to rain even harder, for the sewer is filling up with water."

"Well, at least there won't be any akuma attacks tonight then," I tell Cat. He crawls into bed besides me, pulling me into his arms when I finish my tea.

He strokes my hair, undoing my twin tails, and I close my eyes and let the sensation of touch take over. Despite being safe and warm in Cat's arms, I begin to tremble. Slowly, he begins to rock me back and forth, singing a gentle lullaby. His voice is soft and silky like a cloud. Gradually, my heartbeat slows down and I fall asleep in Cat's arms.

In the morning when we wake, we're tangled together. "Did you sleep well?" he asks, his voice a bit groggy. I smile a little. "Well, I was so far under, I didn't even hear you snore." He mocks a angry look. "I sing you a lullaby last night, and this is my thanks?" "It really helped, Cat," I squeeze his hand.

I take first shower and just as the hot water kicks in, a strange squealing sound comes from the pipes. For some reason, it strikes me funny, and soon I have tears rolling down my cheeks.

I tell Cat about it, and he sighs. A squealing shower is the least of our worries, but it feels so good to laugh again.

After Cat leaves to get coffee, I take out the box of Cream of Wheat. I know I won't be able to make it as well as Mom, but I love the hot creamy cereal.

I'm just slicing strawberries on the food, when Cat comes back with the coffee. "That smells delicious, Bugaboo." I smile at him. "Well, we can eat. Its ready."

I'm glad I made a big pot of it because Cat and I eat three bowls. "My mother makes it for me when I'm anxious," I explain to Cat. "Your feeling okay though?" he asks, green eyes staring at me. "Yeah, pretty tired though. Any objections to reading stories today?"

Cat takes my hand. "Could I tell you some stories about my Mother?" My eyes soften, as he rarely takes about her. Now that we don't have any secrets (expect for Cat Blanc) between us, we share funny, sweet stories about our families and when we were younger.

Some stories make us laugh, some make us almost cry. We make grilled cheese and tomato soup for lunch, giggling over Cat's cooking skills.

"Hey, at least its not like a pancake where it gets stuck on the ceiling," he says, making sure to keep a eye on the food.

I grin and point up at the ceiling. "So, is that what the gray goo is up there? Dried pancake batter?" Before Cat can answer, a crusty pancake bonks him on the head.

I crack up and kiss his cheek. "Its the thought that counts, but stick to getting coffee, okay, love?" Cat nods.

Being together and laughing helps me stay calm. Having my best friend here beside me is way better then being alone, a wall between us, the bricks that separate us made out of secrets.

I turn to my sewing in the afternoon, sitting in the living room in the rocking chair. Hey, sometimes heroes need a quiet day to regroup after the storm.

It won't be easy to get the Miraculous back, but my confidence is slowly returning. I'm still a bit shaky, but Cat is here to support me.

Last night I was alone in the rain, and now with Cat at my side, the sun shines brightly on us. Look out, Hawkmoth, we're not giving up, no matter how many storms we have face together.