"I just don't know which ones to choose," Adrien muttered as he walked through the greenhouse. "There all so pretty."

Mother's Day was rapidly approaching and Adrien still hadn't picked out a gift for his mother, Emilie. Sure, he could get her chocolates, but were they special enough? Were even flowers special enough?

"Wooden flowers class starts in ten minutes, come to the outdoor shed if you are interested," a voice came over the loudspeaker. What did they mean by wooden flowers? Curiosity piqued, Adrien hurried over to the shed, sliding into a chair next to a girl with black hair.

"What's this wooden flowers class about?" he asked her. "Oh, its really fun! You get to pick a bunch of different flowers to paint." Adrien smiled. "I love to paint! I'm Adrien, by the way." Marinette blushed. "Marinette," she said. She seemed a little shy, but very sweet, Adrien thought.

When the class had their flowers picked out, Adrien asked Marinette another question. "So, what do your parents do? And what made you decide that you wanted to give your mother wooden flowers instead of real ones?"

"Because I'm a sewer, and I have a terrible time keeping dates straight! I was looking at my calendar the other day and realized Mother's Day was this weekend. I feel bad, but it just snuck up on me. Anyway, my father owns Tom and Sabine's bakery by the school. Mom helps him, and she also does a weekly painting class."

"Sounds like you have a lot of artists in your family. I love drawing and painting, but for now its just a hobby." "What do you like to paint?" Adrien hesitated. Marinette would laugh at him, would she? "Ladybugs on flowers, and occasionally I draw outfits. I don't know if Father will use them, but…."

"Wait, you said your name was Adrien, right?" Adrien nodded. "Agreste?" Again he nodded. "Wow! I read your father's magazine. To tell you the truth, it was the magazine that got me started wanting to be a fashion designer."

"I'd love to see your sketches sometime."

Adrien put the finishing touches on his bouquet. He had used turquoise and blue, for those were some of his mother's favorite colors. Shyly, he showed it to Marinette. "Do you think she'll like it?" he asked. "If it comes from the heart, she'll be bound to love it. I can see you have a eye for detail."

"It just relaxes me. Like I can escape the everyday world when I start a drawing," Adrien said. "I feel the same way with sewing. I don't have many friends, and sometimes I feel like my needle and thread are my best friends."

They paused for a minute as their instructor told them to come back in a hour so that they bouquets could dry.

"There's a coffee shop near here. Would you like some?" "I'd love to," she said. "I know we just met, Marinette, but I'd love to be your friend. Maybe you could even teach me how to sew. I don't have many friends either." "I'd like that. Adrien, it may sound werid since we just met, but I feel like I can really open up to you. Its so refreshing," she muttered the last part, but Adrien could see she had a peaceful look on her face.

Their hands brushed as they both reached for the door handle at the same time. "Please, after you, M'lady." Marinette giggled a soft smile on her face. "M'lady. I really like that, Buttercup." Her face blushed hot. "I mean, your hair reminds me of buttercups, you know the flower?" she babbled.

Adrien gently pulled her into a hug. "Its okay, Princess. I'd gladly be a flower if I got to see your beautiful smile." Bluebell eyes met green, and Adrien took a deep breath. He could feel her goodness, the light shining in her heart. Her heart is pure, he thought. Gently, he took her hand.

It started rain as they drank their coffee, but Adrien felt like the sun was shining. After there drinks and heading back to get their boquets, they faced each other. They had scribbled down their numbers on napkins. "I'll be sure to call you soon," Adrien said, kissing her wet cheek from the walk back to the greenhouse.

"See you around, Buttercup."

When Mother's Day finally arrived, Adrien had two presents for his mother. "Why, Adrien, these are beautiful. Did you paint these yourself?" she asked. "Yes. I also got a new friend. Her name's Marinette," he said. "Who's this in your picture?" his mother asked as Adrien handed her the second picture. "Ladybug, she's the girl who is friends with everyone in the garden."

Even newcomers to the outside world like me, Adrien thought. She was a perfect looking ladybug, he thought, and Adrien had drawn her as soon as he got home. Maybe we could plant a garden together, he thought, or even just some flowers.

What a Mother's Day it had been. From not knowing what to give his mother, to the perfect gift, something that came from the heart.

Even Adrien had made a new friend, Marinette. I hope to see you soon, he thought. He started scribbling on a sheet of paper.

On a rainy day we met,

Not knowing what to give our mothers.

Flowers with their sweet scent,

But nothing can compare to the sweetest in your heart.

I hope to see you again, my love,

All the best for now,

Your Adrien

Adrien would think back on Mother's Day happily. Even if he missed his mother, he still had these memories. He fingered the boquet, thinking of her happy smile. Maybe he'd paint Mama Cheng a picture, even it was coming from Cat Noir, it was still Adrien who made it.

No one could replace his mother, but Sabine had a loving and caring nature. Adrien started to paint a tree, sturdy and strong. A ladybug girl sat in a tree, while her friend the Black Cat sat beside her.

"Your love is sturdy and strong, your branches a-plenty like your love for us,

Happy Mother's Day, from your favorite cat."

Cat Noir

Cat sniffled as he folded the picture carefully. He had his own mother who loved him, and now Mama Cheng who adopted a stray black kitty, taking him in with love.