Chat Noir was out on patrol and enjoying the crisp, evening air. Now that he was living at the hotel, he was experiencing a newfound level of freedom that was downright intoxicating. Knowing he could just leave without worry, that he had freedom and was in charge of his own life? That was the greatest thing that had ever happened to him.

'Well,' he thought about Marinette, and the proposal, and the baby. 'The second greatest thing, at any rate.'

Chat was rounding the southern section of his patrol and was about to skim the Eifel Tower when he noticed a figure on top of a familiar beam. Smiling, he steered himself over to say hi to whichever hero was out.

"Good evening," Chat said as he landed on the beam behind the mystery hero. He then noticed the black and red outfit, the jacket, and the brown, messy hair.

"Oh," he said as he retracted his staff. "Um, hi. What brings you out tonight?"

Gina didn't turn around. Chat shrugged it off and wandered over to her side. "I heard there was an akuma attack tonight, but it got cleared up pretty quick. The news said it was Mamabug, but I'm guessing it was you?"

He sat down beside Gina and looked over at her. "So, who was it this time? Was it a repeat, or…?" His words died on his tongue when he saw her face. Her eyes looked puffy and red, and she was drained of color. She was hunched over and looked like she had been using her sleeve as a handkerchief.

She looked at him, her eyes watering. "I… I ju… I just…"

Gina locked up, her eyes scrunching as a fresh wave of tears came on. She buried herself in Chat's shoulder and wrapped her arms around him as she openly sobbed.

"Hey," Chat said, his voice soft. He held her as gently as he could. Adrien knew that if she was being this open to being held by him, then something really bad must have happened.

He sat there with her and patiently waited as she shuddered in his arms. He could feel a wet patch growing on his shoulder, but he didn't care.

Eventually her sobs grew weaker, and she pulled away to wipe at her face. "Um, sorry. And, uh, thank you. You don't know how much I needed that from you tonight."

Chat nodded. "It's okay. Believe me," he looked out over the city. "You're not the only person whose come up here late at night for a good cry."

Gina looked at him and sniffed. "Did… Is that why you're here?"

Chat shook his head. "Nah, not tonight, at least. But I have in the past," he looked out over the city with a small smile on his face. "Once or twice after a bad fight, or on nights when it was just too much to be home. Things like that."

Gina sat there beside him, her stomach feeling hollow and kind of cold, the way it does when you've had a solid cry but the reason why hasn't gone away.

"Is home really that bad?" She asked, already knowing the answer.

Chat gave a small shrug. "It's complicated. I think things there always will be, but I'm putting it behind me." He looked over at her. "But hey, this isn't about me. So, do you want to talk about what happened? It might help."

"I, um…" Gina started. She hugged herself and burrowed a bit into her jacket. "I broke up with my boyfriend tonight."

Chat hissed. "Oooh, rough." He glanced over at her. "I'm sorry."

Gina sniffed and shook her head. "Don't be. It wasn't your fault. It was mine."

She sat, waiting for a retort. When it didn't come, she glanced over at Chat. "Aren't you gonna tell me it wasn't?"

Chat shrugged. "I'm not here to blame. I don't know your situation. All I know is right now, you're feeling terrible and that you look like you could use some company. If I'm wrong though, I can leave."

"No!" Gina nearly tripped over herself to stop him. "Please don't. You're, this is fine. I, um, you're right. I could use the company."

They sat side by side on the beam and watched the city below.

"Oh yeah. Um, congratulations," Gina said.

Chat's eyebrow went up. "Oh? Oh! That's right. You, um, you know who I am."

Gina nodded. "Yeah."

Chat sighed. "So, um, you know Marinette is, um…"

Gina nodded. "Yeah."

Chat grinned. He leaned back on his elbows. "Heh. Yeah. I still can't get over it, you know? I, um, I found an apartment for us, but I want to take her to see it before I do anything."

"Oh?" Gina asked, thankful for the distraction.

"Yeah. It's nice. Lots of space. It's near her parent's bakery, too."

"You seem to be rolling with this pretty well."

Chat nodded. "Well, um, I did ask her to marry me. Finding out we're going to have a baby just cements things." His face grew serious. "I do need to tell Ladybug, though. I think… I think it would be the right thing to do. Have you seen her? Is she okay?" His voice grew small. "Has she asked about me?"

Gina looked at her father and let out a small laugh. "She's fine, and yes, she thinks about you all the time."

"So, you've talked to her?" Chat asked, wide-eyed. "Why couldn't she talk to me before she left? Did she say why? Is she mad at me? Did I do something?"

"No! No, geez," Gina said, recoiling. "You… Are a very needy person. I am admittedly not used to this side of you."

"Sorry," Chat said, cringing. "I just… She's been on my mind a lot, and, um, I wanted to let her know what was going on before, um, before I tell Marinette who I really am."

Gina stared.

"I mean," Chat continued. "She deserves to know. What if she doesn't want the father of her baby to be running off to be a superhero? What if she's intimidated by the fact that I'm a hero and she's not? She was Multimouse once, but then she was retired by Ladybug. Oh geez, what if she feels jealous or put out that Ladybug has me for a partner but rejected her? What if…?" Chat's eyes went wide. "What if she's jealous of the friendship I have with Ladybug?"

Gina opened her mouth, but the words took a few seconds to form. "I really don't see any of this as an issue."

"You don't understand," Chat said, shaking his head. "My Lady, um, I don't think she gets along with Marinette."

"Why would you even begin to think that?" Gina asked.

"She, um, she refuses to talk about her much, she gets flustered when I go on about her, she absolutely refuses to let her be Multimouse unless I beg, and even then it's only happened once. She avoids her constantly, but she did tell me she was cute… Oh." Chat tensed as several connections were made at once.

"Oh. My. God."

Gina eyed him. "Yes?"

"Ladybug… She's… It's the only thing that makes sense! Why didn't I see it before?"

"Yes?" Gina promoted again.

"Ladybug… She's dated Marinette! That, oh wow! That would explain so much! The avoidance, the flustered comments, the refusal to be around her, calling her cute… Why didn't I realize this before?"

Gina just stared, dumbfounded. Eventually, she reached over and patted him on the back.

"You are a treasure at this age," Gina said.

"I need to talk to Marinette about this," Chat said. "But how do I do it without revealing my identity? How do I approach this? Should this be a lead-in to revealing my identity? I mean, what if they have been together before? What if she was her secret girlfriend? I mean, I… Oh. Hmmm." Chat got a ridiculously goofy grin on her face before violently shaking his head. "No, no, I can't think about that right now. Maybe later, but not right now! I need to figure out how to talk to Marinette."

Gina closed her eyes and let out a little groan. "Yeah, I agree. Maybe you two should talk, like, real soon."

"Heh," Chat laughed. "I guess we should." He glanced at Gina. "I'm sorry. You're the one having a terrible night, and here I am going on about my own love life. I'm not being a very good friend to you, am I?"

Gina shook her head. "It's cool. In fact, I appreciate the distraction. So, thanks."

She leaned over and bumped his shoulder.

Chat smiled at Gina. "You seem a little better now. Are you okay?"

Gina shook her head. "No," she said. "I am very much not okay, but thank you for asking."

They continued to stare at the city.

"Hey," Gina said. "Wanna go beat up your dad?"

Chat sputtered. "Um, well, I mean, we're not talking right now, but that's no reason to be violent."

Gina let out a long sigh. "Right. Sorry. I forgot what year this was. Um, yeah. You're right." She glanced at Chat. "Hey, um, for what it's worth? You're going to be a great dad. In case you were wondering."

"Really?" Chat lit up, his ears pointing straight up as his belt-tail swished.

"Really," Gina said, smiling. "Like, um, your daughters are gonna be proud to say you're their dad. And, um, you and Marinette are gonna be okay."

"Thanks, but… Are you allowed to tell me about my future like that?"

Gina shrugged and took out her yoyo. "Tonight, I honestly don't care."

Chat watched as she tossed her line. "Going on patrol?" He asked. "Want some company?"

Gina shook her head. "Um, no thanks. Why don't you go check on your lady? I've, um, I need to go talk to someone. I mean, you're wonderful and all and this really did help. I do feel a little better, honest. I think I just… I need to talk to someone and process everything."

"A friend? What about your parents?" Chat's voice took on a concerned tone. "Do you have anyone nearby?"

Gina nodded. "I'm okay. But, yeah. You're right. I think I need to talk to an adult. I can admit that." Gina turned to the city and tensed as she prepared to jump.

Chat nodded. "Okay. Oh, yeah, um, Gina?"

Gina paused.

"So, you helped me out a lot in the past. If there's anything I can do for you, let me know, okay? Um, where are you staying? Do you need a place to crash? I can get you a suite at the hotel, if you'd like."

Gina looked back to her father and about teared up. "That's really sweet of you, but I'm good." Gina said. "And, um, thanks. For being here, I mean."

Chat smiled. "No problem. Any time, my future-lady."

Gina stared at him for a moment. "Please go talk to your fiancé," she said as she jumped off the tower.

Chat watched her swing away. "I think I will," he said to himself. "I just have to figure out how."