A/N: Okay, I need to be getting to bed because I have to wake up in 6 hours, but... I finished this part and wanted to give it to you all. Have a little bit of REAL Adrinette!

Also, as I mentioned before, I'll be much too busy to write any more until this weekend is over. I also have a paper I need to finish writing for my history class because it's due next Friday, so... I would say don't expect another part until at least December 2nd or 3rd.

Anyway! I'll shut up now so you all can enjoy~

Warning-Death by MAJOR and EXCESSIVE Adrinette fluff!
(Don't say I didn't warn you!)

Adrien's attention snapped to the stairs when he heard the trapdoor to Marinette's room open. He had allowed himself to slouch a bit into the couch as he waited with Tom. They were mostly chatting about the Christmas film and how it was turning out, but was now suddenly up on his feet as he watched his date appear and descend down the stairs. He held the rose in both hands in front of him, subconsciously spinning it back and forth between his fingers anxiously.

Marinette stepped down the stairs one at a time, reminding herself not to rush no matter how excited she was to see Adrien. Thanks to talking with her mother, she felt a lot less insecure about her outfit, makeup and the accessories she added after her lip gloss was applied. One was a small pink bag over her shoulder where she hid her phone, her lip gloss, and some breath mints, and the others were pearl stud earrings and a matching pearl necklace her mother let her borrow.

When she was down enough steps to see the blond boy standing by the couch where she assumed that he had been sitting, she slowed down even more and smiled at him with a mixture of excitement and shyness. She walked down the remaining steps then approached him, tucking her hair behind her ear on her right side.

Adrien hadn't been able to take his eyes from her as she walked down the stairs. He hadn't been able to smile either from being blown away by her entrance, even though it was not really anything grand. When she reached the floor, however, and started his way, he returned her smile, glanced down for a second, then approached her as well. They stopped with a few feet between them and spent a moment just smiling at each other. There was no doubt that both of their hearts were racing with excitement, and they both knew the other was equally excited for their date.

"You curled your hair." Adrien noted, speaking first as he made a small gesture to her hair with his left hand.

"I did…" Marinette replied shyly. Her arms were tucked close to her, her left crossed across her stomach while her hand gripped the sleeve of her right arm at the inside of her elbow, and her right hand was raised close to her ear as if ready to push her hair back again at any moment.

Adrien smiled and held the rose towards her. "It looks pretty." He complimented, resulting in a blush from the girl.

"Thank you." She returned, both for the compliment and the rose as she lowered her right hand to take it from him. As she did so, her fingers brushed his hand, causing both teenagers' breaths to catch, though they also smiled a little more, finding a little bit of comfort knowing the other was just as nervous.

They each grew silent again, only finding the ability to smile at each other happily. Each had been waiting for this for a while, and now it was finally happening. Marinette had obviously been waiting longer than Adrien had been, but she did not mind the wait. It was worth it to her because they were going on their first date. That fact alone made each of the teenagers beyond nervous, excited, and happy. However, they could not stare at each other forever. Not with Marinette's mother rushing over and insisting for pictures of the two together to capture this wonderful moment.

"Come on, Marinette, get closer!" She said excitedly as she was handed her daughter's phone to take the pictures with. The pair looked down as they shuffled closer together, standing side by side, Marinette to the left, and Adrien to the right. "Adrien, don't be afraid to get cozy!"

Both Adrien and Marinette blushed slightly as Adrien leaned closer to Marinette and put his right arm around her shoulders and hugged her to his side, his right hand holding her shoulder. Marinette inwardly swooned at the feeling of his side hug and slipped her left arm around his waist to return it. In her right hand, she held the rose in front of her chest to show off the gift for the camera to catch it in the photo.

Sabine grinned as she took a few photos of them. There was no need to tell them to say 'smile!' or 'cheese!' because there was no way their already existing smiles could have gotten any brighter. They may have been nervous and they may still have been a bit awkward while this was all still new to them, but it was as clear as day that they still were comfortable enough with each other to let their biggest worries and insecurities go.

After the few photos were taken, Sabine quickly looked through them and deleted all except the one that turned out the best then stepped forward to hand the phone back to Marinette. "You two are absolutely adorable." She gushed shamelessly and watched with satisfaction as both lovebirds' blushes grew. Adrien's smile grew as well, but Marinette's faded due to embarrassment.

"Thanks, Mom." Marinette said through her teeth, sending her mother a 'knock-it-off' look. As her phone was extended towards her, she held out the flower in turn. "Could you please put this with the others for me?"

Adrien instantly looked down at Marinette curiously, wondering what other flowers she could be talking about. He wondered, if perhaps, she was referring to the bouquet of roses he had given to her when he apologized to her just a few days before. Of course, he was correct, but he received no verbal confirmation, only a smile from Marinette when she looked up at him after feeling his eyes on her. It was the only confirmation he needed for his smile to grow even more, happy that she had taken care of the flowers he had given her.

"Of course, Dear." Sabine replied to Marinette's question and exchanged Marinette's phone for the rose. As soon as she had the rose in her hand, she turned to the stairs and left the two alone. Marinette's attention turned down to her phone as she unlocked it then looked at the photo of her and Adrien.

She smiled more as she looked at the photo, Adrien noticed. He also noticed that she had not taken her arm from around his waist or made any effort to escape the arm that he still had around her. If anything, she had moved a little closer to him. It suited him just fine because he made no effort to remove his arm or move away from her either.

Adrien's attention turned to the photo as well when Marinette looked up at him and held the phone up a little more so he could see it better. "Well?" She asked, seeking his opinion.

"I want a copy." He answered with a smile as he looked from the photo to her. He noticed her blush slightly and her smile grow as she brought her phone lower and looked at it again. He looked at her as she tapped on the phone screen a few times, and just a second later he felt a vibration in his back pocket from his phone. She just sent it to him over text.

"Thanks." He said, smile growing. Marinette hummed in reply just as they heard a door open and a delicious smell reached them. They looked up to see Tom walking through the apartment door holding two warm, buttery croissants in one of his large hands, each wrapped in a napkin.

Adrien's mouth immediately began to water at the heavenly sight and smell. He had not noticed when Tom left, but he was far from making any complaint. This would definitely be a perk to dating Marinette, he realized, baked goods fresh from the bakery. He smiled as Tom closed the door and started towards them.

"So, that's where you went off to." Marinette observed with an amused tone. "You went down to the bakery."

"That I did." The baker replied with a grin as he approached the teens, moving one croissant to his other hand so he held a treat in each hand as he offered one to each of them. "I thought you two might like a little snack before you go."

"Don't mind if I do." Adrien said with a grin. It was only then that he and Marinette released each other from their side hug so they could each take a croissant from Tom. Marinette did not mind at all, though it was not because she was receiving a croissant, but rather because Adrien was. The grin that formed on his face whenever he received any baked good was one of her most favorite things, and she would willingly give anything to see it.

Tom watched Marinette's expression slowly change as his daughter looked at the blond. He could see the obvious adoration that she had for him, and he wondered if the boy could see it to or if he could even begin to comprehend just how fond she was of him. He hoped he did, and he hoped that this boy would not take it for granted.

Tom strongly doubted that Adrien would ever hurt her, and he had no worries that the boy would see that no harm would ever come to her so long as he was around. He knew the boy loved his daughter, and he was glad for it, but she was still his little girl in the end, and he had to be sure Adrien remembered that.

He started off by clearing his throat and taking a small step closer to the young man. "You know, Son, I was fifteen once too." The smile on his face faded, and it was not unnoticed by anyone.

Adrien was just lowering his hand after taking a bite of his croissant and looked at the baker. "Sir?" He questioned, his smile faltering as well because he could already feel the firm resolve of a father.

"So, I know all about what's going on in your head right now." The father continued, much to Marinette's mortification.

"Dad!" She exclaimed in a hushed tone, staring at her father in shock. She could not believe he was doing this to her. He knew perfectly well there was no need for this! However, Tom paid her no attention. He was already enjoying their reactions to this conversation far too much.

"You will have her home before it gets dark."

"Yes—Y-Yes, Sir." Adrien stuttered slightly and cast a nervous glance at Marinette who had stepped away a few steps, turned away slightly, and crossed her arms over her chest. She was obviously completely embarrassed, and was eating her croissant in silence. He might have laughed at how cute she looked sulking in shame like that if it were not for the fact her father was giving him the talk.

"And just one more thing." Tom continued, but paused for dramatic affect. During this short break, Adrien lifted his croissant and took another bite of it, but his eyes stayed on the baker intently because he did not dare to look away while he was speaking to him so seriously.

"Whatever you do to my daughter… I do to you."

Adrien's face paled. He had not once thought of doing anything of what he should be ashamed of doing to Marinette, but in this moment, he felt like he should be very ashamed of something. He also felt that he had very, very little room to screw up even though it was ridiculous thinking. He knew deep down that her father was forgiving of him after that mistake he had made, and that it was mostly important to Tom that Marinette was happy. However, that did not stop him from feeling a bit intimidated, and size of the man did not help ease his nerves one bit.

Marinette rolled her eyes, though she was blushing a remarkable shade of red. She was never more grateful to see her mother than when she saw her coming back downstairs from her room. Sabine stepped down the last few steps slowly as she noticed the tense atmosphere. She looked towards Marinette questioningly, then allowed her eyes to fall on her husband and the poor boy who looked practically scared out of his wits.

"Oh, Tom…" She sighed. She had heard Tom's idea of embarrassing Marinette this way the moment when they were told she had a date, but she had not thought he would really go through with it. "You didn't."

"He did." Marinette mumbled, casting a glare her father's way. It was so unnecessary, and poor Adrien did not deserve it. So much for that happy grin of his when he got a croissant because it was gone now.

Sabine sighed again and crossed her arms, trying to be mad at her husband in Marinette and her date's defense. Although as soon as Tom turned her way with a smirk, she could not help but crack a smile. It was a little amusing after all.

Tom looked at his wife for a moment longer before he looked at Adrien again. "I think we have come to an understanding of each other." He said, and was satisfied to see the blond nod slowly in response. He felt a tad guilty that he obviously scared Adrien so much; maybe a little too much, but Marinette's reaction was worth it. Tom sure loved seeing his daughter happy, but oh how he loved to embarrass her so much more.

"Tom, leave the poor boy alone." Sabine scolded though she was now struggling to contain her laughter at the teenagers' expressions. Marinette seemed to be slowly calming down, but Adrien was still stiff and looked like a deer caught in headlights. The woman approached the boy with a gentle smile on her face.

"He really didn't mean that, Dear." She said kindly to Adrien as she as she pulled gently on sections of his jacket to straighten it out for him. His shock started fading at last as he looked at the woman and finally managed a slight smile. Deep down he knew that Tom trusted him, and that the warning was just for entertainment, but Sabine's gently words and warm expression helped to calm his embarrassment.

"Yes, I did!"

Adrien's eyes lifted from Sabine to Tom standing a short distance behind her, then back to her. He watched as she just shook her head and continued smiling at him. "No, he didn't." She assured him in an amused, hushed tone. After a few pats to his chest as she finished smoothing out the jacket, she took a step back and turned to her daughter.

Marinette was still a bit red in the face, though she returned her mother's gaze and smiled appreciatively for assuring Adrien that her father was mostly just teasing. She would not have been surprised if the poor boy took the words of warning too seriously and he became even more nervous and awkward than he already was. Sabine gave her a wink before she turned to her husband.

"Leave them alone, Tom." She told him with an amused smile as she took him by the arm. "Come on, let's let them go and enjoy their date."

"Alright." Tom conceded with a smile towards his wife then watched as Marinette walked back to Adrien's side. "You two have fun."

"Yes, Sir." Came Adrien's immediate response. It had not gone by unnoticed by Marinette or either of her parents when he took a step closer to her as she approached him again.

"Not too much fun."

"Of course not, Sir." Another quick reply.

"Tom." Sabine chided quickly with a slight laugh. Without another word, she started to lead her husband away from the teenagers. She gave them one last bright smile and wave for luck over her shoulder, then disappeared from sight down the hallway to leave the two alone to officially start their date.

Adrien immediately released a shaky breath of nervousness when he realized that it was just him and Marinette now for the afternoon, and he had no need to worry about being teased by her father any longer. Marinette noticed and giggled, lifting her arm to cover her mouth with the back of her hand. "He wasn't really serious, you know." She told him with a teasing tone to her voice despite still sporting a slight blush herself.

"Yeah, I know." Adrien replied as he looked at her and smiled sheepishly. He knew his cheeks were red, but he did not mind so much because it seemed that his embarrassment was what was making her laugh. She was really cute when she laughed like that in his opinion. Her eyes were sparkling with laughter when they met his, and the eye contact made his heart beat skip. He had to quickly look away to calm his nerves again.

When he looked down to break eye contact, he noticed and remembered that he had not finished his croissant just yet. He lifted his hand to bring what little of the treat was left to his mouth to finish it off and to also give him an excuse not to say anything for a few moments. He was worried he might say something stupid and only embarrass himself further because he was still flustered from Tom's words to him, and from Marinette's teasing and laughter.

Marinette watched as Adrien finally finished off his croissant. She thought he would have finished around the same time she had, but it was clear to her that her father's words had distracted him a little too much. It was cute, she decided, that her father's words got to him so easily. She knew that he was a good guy and would never do anything to hurt her or try anything inappropriate, and she loved that about him. It was obvious to anyone how great of a catch he was, and she knew her father knew it. That was what made it so funny when Adrien got flustered when Tom said things like that.

"Come on," She started with a warm smile as she faced him, though she paused when she noticed he had something on his face. She stepped closer to stand directly in front of him, stood on her toes, and lifted her right hand to his left cheek. She swept her thumb along the corner of his mouth then under his bottom lip to brush away what she realized were crumbs from the croissant and smiled at him warmly after she finished cleaning off his face, but kept her hand on his cheek for a moment longer.

She had not realized how close she had let herself get to him until she met his eyes. They had not been this close to each other face to face since filming the last scene of the movie when they kissed. His lips curved up in a smile as well, and it made her heart flutter. She could see the shyness in his smile, and her own shy smile grew in response. While she was still on her toes, she leaned in a little closer to him and placed a kiss on his right cheek before she lowered herself and stood flatfooted once more.

"Let's get going, hmm?" She finished her thought from a moment ago then removed her hand from his cheek. She smirked to herself as she turned away from him and started to walk to the front door. She had seen the stunned expression on his again reddening face and felt proud of herself for being the one to put it there.