Long time no see?
I owe you guys all the apologies in the world. I've been SO busy with college prep stuff, desperately trying to find a job, graduating highschool… yada yada yada. I don't want to bore you guys to death.
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I love you guys so much and without further ado, I bring you,
The Plan
Plan: a scheme or method of acting, doing, proceeding, making, etc., developed in advance.
Adrien's POV
I wake to the wonderful smell of quiche and croissants on my birthday.
Today's the day.
I remind myself.
I'm going to tell her. I can't put it off any longer.
Anxiety swirls in the pit of my stomach as I quickly get dressed and make my way into the kitchen where breakfast awaits.
Marinette smiles from the breakfast nook.
"You know, I seem to remember something important happening today. I can't quite remember what though," she says as she suppresses a laugh.
"I'm not sure either, I think it might have been someone's birthday." I chuckle as I take a seat next to her. She sets a plate with a personal sized quiche in front of me and my waters at the savory scent.
"So, do you have any ideas for what to do today?" she asks.
"Don't worry, I have it all planned out." I reassure her before I take a large bite.
Phase one of my plan starts out quite nicely. We visit a few new boutiques and shops that had been built while she was away. Around mid morning we make our way to The Centre Pompidou Museum and admire the new traveling art exhibits. Afterwards we take a break for a late lunch at my favorite family owned pizzeria that had been built roughly a year ago.
Marinette goes off on a tangent about the most ridiculous toppings for pizza. I mean seriously Americans! Anchovies, bananas, broccoli, and pineapples don't belong on pizza!
After her tangent she passes me a gift she had hidden in her bag. Enclosed in the package is an intricately knitted light blue scarf and hat. Not only do they fit perfectly, but they're incredibly soft as well.
We wander around the city admiring the scenery of winter in paris. The journey brings us to the Louvre where Marinette tells me crazy stories about the artists of the past, whose paintings and sculptures are displayed in the museum.
On our way home we stop by the local christmas market and I watch Mari gush over the intricately designed ornaments and nativities.
We make our way through the market and marinette catches sight of a group of young Scout Guides De France tencing to some freshly cut spruce trees.
Marinette turns to me with wide eyes and a brilliant smile.
"Minou! Can we get a real tree?"
I eye the pretty green trees wearily
"I dunno Mari, those spruce trees look a bit messy, I've never had a real tree."
"Please! Chloe had this horrible fake blue and white plastic tree last year and I missed the smell of the spruce needles and the beauty of a real tree so much! Can we please? I'll take care of the mess, I promise." She begs with a look of hope in her eyes.
How could I possibly say no to that?
I sigh as a smile creeps up on my face. "Alright, Alright Princess, We'll get a tree."
Marinette jumps up with joy and wraps her arms around me tightly. To my shock she presses a lingering kiss to my cheek before bouncing off you order a tree from one of the young scouts.
I stand there stunned with a bright blush on my cheeks as I watch her make plans with the scout leader for the tree to be dropped off in a few days.
I make my way to the final phase of my plan. I lead her to a covered bridge over a small crook that winds it's way to the seine. It's hidden away in a park we used to play at when we were kids.
By this time large flakes of snow lazily drift past as we look out into the distance.
Marinette smiles and leans her head on my shoulder.
"I can't think of anything more beautiful than paris in the winter after spending so much time in smoggy New York City." She mumbles.
"I honestly can't relate, Mari. I've seen something far more beautiful."
Marinette turns to look up at me. "What?"
I rest my gloved hand on her cheek and brush a lock of her dark hair away.
"You've always outshined Paris no matter the season or time of day." I admit.
Her eyes lock onto mine and my heart skips a beat as a deep blush coats her cheeks.
Everything feels right in the world, as if the final pieces of the puzzle have fallen into place as we move closer together. We lean in and when she's mere centimeters away my eyes flutter closed as I wait for our lips to meet.
Only they don't.
She pulls me into a warm hug and buries her head in my shoulder.
I'm completely stunned.
I'm a complete fool, why did I ever think this would work out?
I quickly wrap my arms around her and attempt to make it seem like that was what I meant to do in the first place.
After what seems like forever standing in a deafening silence I gather my courage and mumble,
"We should head home now, It's getting late…"