With having posted just the other day about everything going on I figure I'll get straight to the chapter. You guys have waited long enough.

Without further ado, I bring to you!

The next chapter of my story, Promises, Apology.

Apology: a written or spoken expression of one's regret, remorse, or sorrow for having insulted, failed, injured, or wronged another.

Marinette's POV

When I wake up from my nap I smell sugar. Lots and lots of sugar.

I wander into the kitchen and I hold back a laugh at the sight before me.

Adrien stands in front of a lopsided cake stand as he attempts to frost it.

The tip of his tongue sticks out of the corner of his lips in concentration.

I smile when I realize he's only frosted half the cake and he has nearly run out of frosting. Somehow the rest of it found its way to every surface within 10 feet of the cake.

I make my way up to the counter and laugh when he is so focused on the cake he doesn't notice me.

"Wow! You could put my parents out of business with this chaton!" I assure him.

I burst into a fit of giggles when glares at me.

"I'll have you know I've been taking baking lessons from them. Last week I figured out how to not burn the cakes."

His statement only adds to the hilarity.

When I finally calm down I notice a pot on the stove.

"What else are you cooking minou?" I ask with genuine curiosity.

Adrien smiles to himself. "Maman taught me how to make an easy genuine ramen recipe after you left. It's actually pretty good." Adrien looks back down at the cake and adds, "I wanted to make you lunch as a thank you for putting up with me last night and an apology for my drunken behavior..."

I send him a soft smile, one that's quickly returned. "I'm not upset Adrien. I'm always gonna be here for you. I would just hate to see this become a habit.

"It wont Mari, I promise."

"Good," I mumble as I reach over the counter and place a soft kiss on his cheek.

Adrien's POV

"I can't believe they're getting married…" Marinette comments absentmindedly as she nibbles at my subpar cake.

I chuckle. "It seems like only yesterday that we set them up at the zoo."

"I know right!" She laughs. "Next thing we know there'll be mini Ninalyas running around."

"I wouldn't be one to complain, I always thought it would be cool to be an uncle." I admit.

"You really are great with kids, Adrien." I nod as I take another large bite out of the cake "I know you'll be great whether you're an uncle or a dad."

The comment is so bizzare and out of the blue that I find myself beginning to choke.

I'm sent into a coughing fit.

"Oh my god! Are you ok?"

After a moment or two I finally manage to swallow. Marinette looks over at me with a concerned look.

"Was it something I said?" Heat rushes to my cheeks.

"N-No, of course not! The cake… that bite was just a bit over spiced," I lie.

Marinette giggles. "So what will you be wearing to the wedding?" She asks once she's calmed down.

I laugh nervously. "I have no clue?"

Marinette stares at me like I've grown a second head.

"You're kidding right?"

"Uhm… No?"

She sighs. A moment later she places a finger to her lips and mumbles, "You know, I think I have a really nice suit jacket design. I'll just need your measurements." She stands up and makes her way to her room.

"Let me just find my tape measurer.."

Marinette's POV

"Found it!" I holler as I make my way back into the main room. "Can you come here a sec Adri-" I call out as I accidentally bump right into him. It takes me a solid 30 seconds to realize he's dressed in just a pair of track shorts.

"Hi, Uh.. what? Shirt where? Adrien?" My voice quickly rises a whole octave as my face flushes.

Adrien rubs the back of his neck with nervous anxiety.

"Father always told me the most accurate measurements are never found over the top of clothes.."

"Well, he's certainly not wrong…" I admit as my eyes wander on their own accord at his well toned golden figure.

Dear god somebody get me a drink!

Half way into the measurements I can't help but blurt, "H-Have you been going to the gym lately?"

"Uh, yeah, why?"

"You look… good."

"Oh.. thanks?"

Adrien's POV

After she took my measurements she quickly ran to her favorite fabric store. When she got back she busied herself with the design.

2 hours of frustrated sighs and groans emitted from her room later I finally call up Nino and set my plan in place.

I knock on Marinette's door.

"Hey Princess, get ready, We're going clubbing."