The translation of this story is doing surprisingly well in the Spanish community and I'm super grateful for the support!

My friend ChloeMeredxth created an Adrienette AMV as a birthday gift that had passed Thursday.

Check it out on YouTube, and please check out her other videos if you're interested! I'd post a link but this website hates links.


Alya glared at her reflection with intense scrutiny.

It had been several months since she had had the disastrous baby shower and it had been that long since she had even seen or talked to Chloe.

Alya had heard through the grapevine that Chloe was so mortified regarding the whole incident that she was forced to leave town. It was said that Chloe feared everyone at the party that day would stir rumors about her sudden overdose and those same rumors would somehow make it back to her parents who already shunned her for being the way she was.

But of course, that never happened.

They were a tight knit group, and if they knew Chloe needed some space and understanding, they'd give her just that. It wasn't in any of their characters to stick their nose in places where it didn't belong.

Alya, Marinette, Nino and Adrien knew more than anyone that Audrey Bourgeois was cruel to Chloe. They wouldn't do such a thing to exacerbate that type of behavior.

But then again, it still didn't explain where Chloe had gone off to.

It went without saying that as the months went by, Alya only grew bigger and bigger. It was knowingly part of the pregnancy and it was natural for her to be this big, especially nearing her third trimester.

Over the course of time, Alya found that working her late night shifts at the bar had only become difficult and the morning shifts she worked as a food caterer was just as difficult. She couldn't stand on her feet for long periods of time, and by the time her shift ended, her feet would be bigger than watermelons. They often swelled that bad.

Fall was just around the corner, and the next thing she knew it was already here. The humid of the rain was constant and Alya was completely miserable.

Nino tried his best to pick up the extra slack by working double at the nightclub where he played music on his DJ system, and Alya was incredibly too headstrong to accept handouts from either Marinette or Adrien.

The brunette sighed, placing her hands on her round belly as she looked down.

Despite everything, she knew things could always be worse and even though Alya would refuse to accept the help when offered to her, at least she knew that if she didn't have anything else for means, she'd still have her friends to back her up.


Marinette sighed, gliding her dark red lipstick across her plump lips before she set it down back into her purse.

She was a quivering mess.

It felt like forever and a day since she had last seen Chloe and it went without a doubt that she was curious to see what happened.

During the summer, Marinette vividly recalled that she had went to see Chloe the next day after she was admitted to the hospital and she was gone. She wasn't sure if she had changed rooms and wasn't told, but Marinette knew that Chloe had the ties to be moved in secrecy.

Marinette buttoned her jacket, her chest feeling heavy as she contemplated how long she wanted to be out.

She had been married to Adrien for quite a few months, and though Adrien had been out more than often for charity events especially when it came to holidays, their relationship had pretty much stayed the same since the summer.

Marinette still scowled at her virginity, and despite being comfortable with him this whole time, they never got around to actually making love.

With them being busy mostly with their jobs and Adrien's new schedule, they never really had the time to think about it.

And that was perfectly fine with them both. Out of sight, and out of mind. Whenever the time came, they'd just know. They would cross that bridge when they got to it.

Marinette placed her bag over her shoulders before she casually slipped her gloved hands into the pockets of her jacket. The cool air blew through her dark hair and Marinette wiggled her toes within her boots.

Her lips pursed and Marinette inhaled the cold air with a grimace.

Summer came and went so fast and with it many memories of the drama that had quickly filled her life in such a short amount of time.

Granted, there were a lot of loose ends that still needed to be tied.

She kept in contact with Felix, despite Alya's objections, and though her and Felix didn't share a close relationship, they were able to maintain a decent one.

Marinette couldn't keep in touch with Luka the way she had hoped to in the past. He had seemed to be so busy lately that Marinette barely ever got a response back from him. The last time she saw him, he had been so hurt from the way she rejected him for Adrien. She couldn't blame him for trying to move on with his life.

There had been some damage left by her and Kagami.

That went without a doubt.

Kagami hadn't ventured out of Paris the way she had promised - at least not yet.

As callous as it sounded, Marinette couldn't wait to be rid of Kagami. She had been calling Adrien nonstop since the moment she had made an appearance at Adrien's studio. It had been a constant nuisance.

She had called nearly every other day.

It had to help that Adrien had a crammed schedule, he didn't have the time to look at his phone anymore, though Marinette worried that Kagami would end up at their doorstep one night.

The young woman couldn't help but feel vexed at the entire situation. Adrien wasn't completely upfront with Kagami, and Marinette wasn't sure how she felt about that.

He had left the notion between them that Adrien had someone else, and he made it very clear that Kagami's fuck ups wrecked any chance they had to reconcile a relationship, but Marinette wasn't so sure that Kagami knew that the other woman Adrien had feelings for was his very own wife.

"Hello, Marinette..." Chloe murmured, her voice drowning out in the wind that had started to gust more potently.

Marinette moved her eyes, her blue orbs locking onto the blonde woman who stood beside her in front of the doors that led to the bakery her parents owned.

"It's been awhile..." Marinette replied, the stress lines beneath her eyes deepened the moment she caught sight of Chloe. The very visage of her face only brought an onslaught of memories.

Sure, they were some fond memories, but there were those bitter moments where Marinette could vividly recall trying to open up to Chloe, only to be shut down immediately.

It left a sour and bitter taste in the back of her mouth.

Chloe reached up nervously, tucking some hair behind her ear with a black gloved hand before casually sliding them into the pockets of her yellow jacket. The blonde parted her lips, ready to reply but never had the chance to form a cogent statement the moment Marinette simply turned to open the front doors of the bakery.

Chloe simply sealed her lips, her heart sinking as Marinette entered the bakery, keeping her back towards the blonde impassively. Chloe reached out, her hand catching the door before it could close, keeping her out in the cold to talk to herself.

The blonde watched as Marinette subtly waved at her parents before impassively wandering towards the windows in a far off corner.

Marinette slipped her hands into her pockets, keeping her eyes concentrated to the pavement on the outside of the bakery.

"I thought you'd be happy to see me," Chloe murmured, her chest growing tight at her own ineptitude when it came to keeping the situation jovial.

"It's been several months. I mean, I'm glad to see you're alright, but you can't expect me to be incredibly cheerful and hunky-dory, especially with how you treated me. Then you suddenly disappear with no explanation,"

Marinette replied, her voice flaccid as she briefly turned to glance at Chloe sharply before she turned her visage to the scenery that could be seen from the window. "I tried to open up to you. I wanted you to know that you weren't alone and that if there was anything I can do to help you, I'd be right there to do my best. I thought we were friends, I thought we got along, but you suddenly turned on me, and you left me hanging. I genuinely thought I did something to you. Even to this day, I don't know what I did to you..."

Chloe pressed her lips together, her eyes lowering to the ground in shame. She deserved every word Marinette said to her. She deserved the cold shoulder that Marinette offered and despite how much she coveted her forgiveness, Chloe couldn't blame Marinette if she wouldn't want to speak to her again.

"I...I'm sorry about what happened to you. I didn't know that someone tried to assault you during your bachelorette party, and I agree wholeheartedly that he is and will always be a scumbag. I appreciate that you tried to reach out to me. You showed me a sliver of empathy and I- I genuinely didn't deserve it," Chloe replied, her voice quivering as she could still see Marinette's broken expression when she turned her away that night in the hospital room. "I shouldn't have treated you the way that I did and I think you're incredibly brave to talk about your trauma, but I want you to know that I wasn't turning you away because I was mad at you. You did nothing but be there for me," Chloe explained, reaching forward to clasp her hands together awkwardly. "It wasn't that I didn't want to hear your story - it was more like I wasn't ready to talk about my story. You were right, Marinette. We both have trauma that we need to work on and get through..."

Marinette furrowed her brow, remaining quiet as the wind began to obnoxiously howl at the window in front of her. She pressed her plump lips together, suddenly feeling cold as if the wind was somehow permeating through the glass in front of her.

"So...does this mean you're here because you're ready to tell your story?" Marinette mused, perking a brow as she slowly turned to glance at Chloe. "If you weren't mad at me that night, why did you seem so angry?"

Chloe exhaled, her fists clenching within the confines of her pockets. The blonde bit her lip, teetering on the edge of trepidation as she contemplated simply nodding it off and leaving, but she had already made it this far. She owed Marinette an explanation, especially after treating her in such a way, only to disappear for the rest of the summer.

"I-I couldn't face you guys after how you found me. I was embarrassed, I was humiliated and I was scared. I was scared that you guys would tell my family about what I did," Chloe stammered, her eyes meeting Marinette's as both women simply looked at each other. "So I left. I moved and tried everything in my power to remain hidden. I thought it would be better if I just...disappeared..." her voice trailed off and her eyes lowered, just as Marinette parted her lips to refute, but eventually decided against it.

"When I was younger," Chloe continued, keeping her eyes trained to the ground, "My mother never paid attention to me. I mean, yes, my father did try everything to make up for what my mother didn't give, but for some reason I craved her approval, I craved for her attention. I wanted her to love me like a real daughter, I wanted her to be happy that she had me. I simply wanted her to notice me. She never looked at me, she never acknowledged that I was even there," Chloe elucidated, her chest growing tight as her eyes burned with tears that threatened to ebb down her cheeks. "So one day, after years of neglect, I thought I'd try something reckless-just- anything to get her to say something to me. I climbed on to the bar table of our restaurant and leapt. I ended up fracturing my tibia and when I returned from the hospital, they had given me pain medicine to help with the pain I was experiencing..." Chloe squeezed her hands together, her heart hammering inside of her chest as she could feel Marinette's eyes on her.

"The meds didn't just help with the physical pain...it helped with the emotional pain too. I thought that if I couldn't feel at all, I'd finally stop caring about how my mother saw me," Chloe whispered, her voice dropping with shame. "So I took another pill...and another...and another...and I finally felt nothing. I was finally able to sleep, and all the pain finally stopped. Next thing I knew, I-I-" her voice cracked as she stammered. "I couldn't stop-"

Marinette pressed her lips together, her heart sinking into her chest as she realised just what Chloe had been doing to herself this entire time.

She had vividly recalled Chloe mentioning the scarceness of her mother the night of her wedding, but she didn't realise that it was to this extent. The way Chloe seemed so upbeat and playfully narcissistic almost threw her off. It threw off anyone who couldn't have seen the cut on the surface.

Sure, Chloe wasn't the type of person to hide off her bruises and scrapes, but Marinette never knew that the scars she had were so deep.

"I-I'm sorry..." Marinette breathed, reaching up to rub the back of her neck nervously. "I had no idea..."

Chloe glanced up at Marinette, watching as the young woman shifted her weight so that she could properly face her.

"I'm sure this isn't something you want to hear, and I'm glad that you opened up to me and let me in on that part of your life, but I think it's pivotal that you get some help..." Marinette suggested, shuddering as she often wondered if she should take her own advice. "I mean, I understand that therapy can help, but I really think you should consider rehab-"

"Don't-" Chloe interjected, her voice quivering and her heart squeezing at the mere suggestion. "I'm not ready to hear any of that..."

Marinette nodded, her eyes lowering as she shifted her weight with apprehension.

"Okay, I guess I can understand that," she replied, her voice remaining soft and under control. The last thing she wanted was to draw the attention of the customers that her parents were serving in the bakery. "But just remember, you're the mayor's daughter, you have so much potential and you have a reputation attached to your last name..." Marinette continued, ignoring as Chloe rolled her eyes and crossed her arms tautly in response.

"Yeah? Great way to remind me of how much of a fuck up I am to my family," Chloe seethed, biting her lip almost instantly as she immediately regretted the sharp lash of her tongue. She had been scolding herself for months about how she had treated Marinette that night at the ICU. Yet, here she was, allowing herself to get wrapped up in her emotions yet again.

"No," Marinette sighed, simply allowing Chloe's anger to roll off her shoulders with ease, "I'm saying, that with the resources you have, you can get into a great facility, one that wouldn't even feel like one. I'm sure they have something that's like being in a luxury resort or hotel but without any booze and with professional therapy," she replied, fixing her purse strap on to her shoulder.

"Whatever choice you make, I hope you think really hard on it," Marinette continued, glancing up at Chloe once more with a grimace. "I'm pretty sure I can speak for myself and the rest of our group of friends that we'd like to have you around for the next couple of decades. You know as well as anyone that if you continue this habit, you're eventually going to wet the dirt. We love you, Chloe. I know the feeling is unfamiliar to you, but if you can't do it for us, please do this for yourself. You at least deserve that much. You owe it to yourself."

Chloe gulped, her lips pressing tautly together as Marinette's words sunk into her brain. A small blush dusted her cheeks as her blue eyes trained onto the young woman in front of her, watching as Marinette simply excused herself and walked by her.

She lowered her eyes, not even flinching as the door closed the moment Marinette left.

She knew she was right, and despite all this time of denying that she even had a problem in the first place, she had never once feared that it could have possibly caused an early demise until now.

She reached up, clutching onto her chest with a grimace. She could feel her heart beating erratically within the confines of her chest and Chloe was so tempted to go back home and numb herself once more with her pills. She'd simply pop a few and close her eyes and allow the darkness to swallow her and it was only then that the pain would finally stop.

Chloe sighed, closing her eyes briefly as anxiety began to wash over her once more.

"Fuck..." she breathed under her breath, awkwardly clambering her way out of the bakery with a flushed expression.

She sure as hell hoped that Marinette had a point.

There had better be a place that was like a hotel with professional therapy and no booze.


Marinette exhaled, her shoulders rolling forward the moment she stepped into the warmth of her home. She had spent most of her morning in class, and after she had left Chloe at the bakery, she had found herself in a local restaurant, working on a project before eventually losing track of time.

She pulled her shoulders back, allowing her jacket to fall off her arms before she flipped onto the collar and placed it onto the hook beside the door with her keys.

Marinette wasn't hungry, and she wasn't sure if her husband had made it home from work, but Marinette was beat.

She was emotionally tired and she was physically tired. She couldn't stop thinking about Chloe, and there was a cruel wanting deep in her soul for Chloe to listen to her.

She didn't want to listen to her so many months ago in the hospital, but Marinette had hoped that Chloe would get some help.

The young woman yawned, the lines beneath her eyes deepening as she trudged towards the cabinets to grab the bag of dry cat food. Marinette gingerly poured it into the cat bowl, wondering if Tikki would somehow emerge from an undisclosed area.

Marinette groaned, her legs aching from class. Her fingertips were sore from the needle pricks when it came to sewing. All Marinette cared about was sleep. She struggled to keep her eyes open, her movements slow as she climbed up the back stairs to make way to her coveted bed.

The young woman paused, a small smile on her lips the moment her blue eyes glanced up and she was greeted by the sight of her blond tousled haired husband already laying on the bed. His sneakers were hastily kicked off on the side of the bed, his jeans were bunched at his hips, and his shirt hadn't nearly made it off his body, but instead bunched awkwardly up his midriff.

Marinette knew better than anyone that he had just as hellish of a day as she had. She yawned once more, moving towards the bed so that she could sit on the edge. She reached down, lightly tugging off her boots and setting them aside.

"Long day?" Marinette asked, slowly scooting herself back onto the bed so that she could properly lay down. She yawned, slowly turning over to face her husband who was dead exhausted.

"Yeah..." Adrien murmured, lifting his head so that he could look at his wife who was just as tired as he was. "My father had me standing for a couple hours and then had me prancing around the entire venue like livestock. I felt like it was never going to end," he groaned, opening his eyes. "And you? How did things go with Chloe?"

Marinette sighed at the sound of her name. She was glad that she had finally heard Chloe's side of the story and in fact it was strange to say that she actually missed her. But Marinette couldn't help but feel uneasy about the whole situation. She worried that Chloe's addiction would end up terminal. The last thing she wanted was to find that she had taken a fatal dose and Marinette worried she'd be the one to walk in on her friend once more, only this time, it would be too late.

"She finally admitted to what we've all been speculating since the summer," Marinette conceded, her heart aching. "She wasn't trying to commit suicide, but she did have a hard time growing up from the neglect of a parent she wished she had the attention and love from."

Adrien subtly nodded, a frown tugging on his lips. "I understand that feeling," he murmured, twisting his body so that he could lay on his back more comfortably. He folded his hands and carefully rested them against his stomach before turning his head to look at Marinette once more. "Was that the cause of her opioid abuse?"

Marinette nodded, her lips pressing together with a grimace. "Yeah, and it worries me. I tried to give her some advice about possibly getting some help, because we all know what the outcome would be if she didn't stop, but she was heavily opposed to the idea of rehab. She wouldn't even let me finish my sentence, and if you even mention rehab, she gets really tense. It's almost as if she is still in denial - if I had the power you know I'd force her to go in, but then I worry she'll resent me for it."

"That's totally understandable," Adrien replied, his voice soft with empathy. "Your feelings in this are just as valid. We all worry for her, and we want her to make decisions to make her life better. Unfortunately, this is something Chloe has to realise on her own. If our love was enough to save people, most people that we held close to us who crossed over would still be here. What matters is that you put that idea out in the open. She has that sitting on her mind. The most you could do right now is simply open a door for her. We can't force her, but we can hope that she would see how much we care, and how important it is for her health to make the decision to walk through the door. You did a good thing, Marinette," Adrien assured, unraveling his hands from his stomach so that he could reach for hers.

Marinette exhaled the moment her fingers laced around his, and she used her other hand to gently reach out to him. Her fingertips lightly brushed against his face and she moved closer.

Her eyes fluttered closed alongside his, and a small blush coated her cheeks when the tip of her nose brushed against his. Adrien layered his lips on top of hers, sealing both their lips together in a taut kiss.

Marinette furrowed her brow, her lips slating against his before moving in a soft yet passionate kiss. She opened her mouth, her heart racing within the confines of her chest the moment she breathed in his taste. Adrien pushed closer, a low groan escaping his throat the moment Marinette delicately swiped her tongue between his lips.

Adrien lightly pressed his tongue against hers, before sliding it into her mouth delicately. Marinette whimpered, sliding her tongue beneath his before she enclosed her lips against his tongue. She lightly sucked on to him before she drew back with a deep blush to capture her breath.

She pressed her thighs together, feeling an undeniable heat from just a simple kiss alone. She closed her eyes, gripping onto the sheets as she could vividly hear Adrien chuckle beside her.

"Should we both take a shower and have sex? I hear it's a good stress reliever," he teased, his green eyes lifting towards her face and laughing at how flushed she had gotten.

Marinette stubbornly shook her head.

"Nope," she breathed, her voice slowly gaining back its stamina, "I'm much too tired. You can go on without me."

Adrien playfully pouted, reaching over to brush his fingertips against her warm, soft cheek. "Aw, come on. You don't want to participate in Foreplay Friday? I promise it'll be fun."

Marinette snorted, playfully slapping his hand away with a small smile.

"Foreplay Friday? That was never a thing!" She retorted, poking his chest firmly. "Go on! Get your shower. I'll wait right here."

"I'm not going without you," Adrien murmured, moving his hand down to rest on her waist. "I won't let you sleep either. I'm just going to keep asking and asking and asking and asking until you say yes. If you do fall asleep, I'll continue to ask until you eventually dream of my voice all night, and then when you wake up, I'll continue to ask until you're absolutely sick of the sound of my voice," he replied, lightly pressing his fingertips into her hips.

"You're being absolutely obdurate," Marinette chortled, biting her lip as he simply grinned at her obnoxiously.

"I'd like to say I'm a bit insatiable," he retorted. "Though I can agree that my stubbornness can be a bit too overwhelming."

"Overwhelming?" Marinette questioned. "I'd say more along the lines of abhorrent or repugnant."

Adrien shook his head, the grin on his lips only growing wider. "I wouldn't take it to that extreme! I'd say more along the lines of borderline insufferable."

"You're on crack!" Marinette replied. "Borderline insufferable? You little shit-" Marinette flipped herself over with a small giggle. She faced the balcony door, her blue eyes trained on the moonlight that was able to perfectly permeate through the sheer white curtains that covered the glass.

Marinette bit her lip, feeling the bed shift beside her as Adrien moved off the bed, presumably to head to the shower.

"You go and enjoy your shower palming yourself to beautiful sexy images of moi - and while you do that, I'll go change into something more comfortable and when you come out I'll be fast asleep," Marinette continued, a teasing lilt in her voice.

Marinette nuzzled into her pillows, waiting for his rebuttal, but only felt something wrap around her ankle. The young woman gasped as she was suddenly tugged down the length of the bed so forcefully, that she had nearly ripped the sheets off the mattress.

Her eyes widened as she felt his arms encased around her and before she knew it, she was being lifted from the bed.

Marinette knew that he had been working out more since the summer, and the lean muscles he used to sport had a bit more definition to them. His abs, deltoids and shoulders were incredibly mouth watering, but Marinette simply could attest to how amazing they felt when he held her.

"A-Adrien!" She screeched, immediately tensing as Adrien scooped her up into his arms bridal style. "You're going to drop me!"

Adrien laughed softly, holding her tautly against his chest with a small smile.

"I guess we can both agree I'm a bit ravenous. I think I make my coveting a bit painfully evident," he teased, walking towards the bathroom confidently.

Marinette widened her eyes, holding onto him tightly as in her whole twenty four years of living she had never had a man carry her this way.

Sure, she used to be held by her father as a toddler, but this had a whole new center of gravity to it.

"I-I should be laughing at your ineptitude when it comes to flirting... but-but I'll let it slide because I'm afraid that you'll drop me and because you are displaying an impressive amount of confidence," Marinette dissembled with a deep blush.

Adrien paused, glancing down at his wife's flushed expression with a small laugh.

"Really?" He questioned. "The look on your face really disputes that, Mrs. Agreste. I think you have to start being honest with me and yourself. Marriage shouldn't keep any secrets."

Marinette groaned, hiding her face into his chest as her skin only grew more and more warm.

"Why did I marry you?" She sighed, a teasing lift in her voice as she pulled back to look at him.

"You kinda didn't have a choice," Adrien replied, lightly shrugging with a light hearted smile. His muscles tensed beneath her, and Adrien watched her as she leaned up to press a gentle kiss to his lips once more.

"Oh, the irony," she murmured against his lips, before she felt him smile beneath the kiss. Marinette wrapped one arm across his shoulder and she pressed gentle kisses to his neck as Adrien continued to carry her off into the bathroom with ease.

"Does this mean my lady will admit that she's impressed?" Adrien asked, setting her down on her feet to the bathroom floor with a confident smile.

Marinette bit her lip, slowly removing her clothes with a deep blush.

"Okay, maybe I was a bit impressed," she conceded. "But that still doesn't mean I'm going to have sex with you."

Adrien lightly tugged off his shirt before tossing it to the side with a warm smile.

"That's certainly fine with me, my Ladybug."