Ladybug had wanted to kiss Chat so bad after her most recent revelation. But no matter how attracted she was to him, it just wasn't the right thing to do when she still couldn't remember. But the other day gave her hope. Chat really seemed to bring out the best in her, and she was really happy that he had stumbled into her life.

Part of her didn't really care to know. She was happy where she was. With who she was with. But deep down, she knew it was selfish. Especially if it turned out she was already married or something.

Although, another part of her believed that, if she were, she wouldn't feel such a strong attraction to Chat. While she didn't believe in soulmates, exactly, she loved the romanticism behind it, and had always hoped she would meet the one, and be with him forever.

So it would definately be a blow if it turned out different than what she had always dreamed. Which was another funny thing - she could remember trivial things such as her views on love, but she can't remember her own name?! How screwed up is that!

Chat had been called away this morning to do some things for a Charity event with his old friend Chloe, so Ladybug was alone, which she took as the perfect opportunity to explore Chat's house further. She had asked, and he had assured her that there was nowhere she couldn't go. And while she may have had his blessing, she still didn't feel right entering his bedroom, or touching anything in his library/office corner that was just off the living room.

But the bookshelf in his living room seemed like fair game. There had to be a reason he kept some here and some in his office, right?!

She skimmed past thriller novels and self help books for things like lawn care, cooking, computers, and grief. It seemed like such a wide range, she wondered if he actually needed them all, or if they had been gag gifts from friends who knew he was hopeless in certain areas. And did he really need the grief book? Who had he lost? How recently? And should she risk asking him??

Something to think about for later.

She skimmed past some really old fashion magazines, - almost 2 whole shelves of them- and a few books in other languages. One looked to be Chinese--she recognized quite a few of the symbols-, while the others she had no clue. Could he really read those?! If so, how many languages did he know?! And why could she recognize the Chinese symbols??

Just one more piece to add to the puzzle of her life!

On another shelf she flipped through what looked like old school books, on physics, math, and business management. Those seemed like pretty opposite ends of the spectrum to her! The puzzle of who Chat was certainly getting more complicated than she had first assumed.

- couldn't cook

- seemed to have alot of money

- super kind and gentle

- had an erratic work schedule

- liked physics, math, and business, but may not??

- may have lost someone close to him in his life

- liked puns and laughing

- he hadn't played alot of board games as a kid

- wasn't all that crafty, or hadn't been exposed to the possibility while growing up

And that was all she'd picked up so far in the little over 2 weeks she had known him! It was longer than the list of things she knew about herself, at any rate.

- was competetive

- was proficient in a wide range of activities (crafts, games, drawing)

- likes fashion design

- could cook

- could recognize chinese

Not much to go on just yet!

But it was more than she had at the start, so that was something.

Abandoning the bookshelf, Ladybug made her way through Chats office corner, and kept going towards the back of the house, where she had seen a set of garden doors the other day. As she went, she glanced at the photos he kept on his walls. Non were at all personal. Still just random art: A group of kittens in a field, a city silhouette with a sunset, and a close-up of frost on a tree branch. While they all looked beautiful, they didn't tell her anything about Chat. Had he taken these? Had a friend who had? Were they the generic backgrounds that came in some frames? Or taken by a famous photographer?

There were no personal touches in his house at all, from what she could tell. Almost like it was a show piece, not a home. That struck her as very sad. Chat didn't seem the impersonal type. So why have a generic, astetically appealing home?

One more thing to add to mystery of Chat.

Reaching the garden doors, she glanced out, and her breath caught in her throat. Pushing open one of the doors, she stepped out in bare feet onto a large deck, that spanned almost the whole length of his house, and at least 15 feet wide. A beautiful round glass patio table with heavy metal legs sat to one side under a wooden canopy roof, the table large enough for the 6 chairs surrounding it to still have plenty of space between them. A large shiny barbeque, with at least 4 feet of counter on each side of it, looked like it had never been used.

On the other side sat a 2 seater stand-alone swing with its own little sun shade, and 2 loveseat patio benches, all set in a semi circle with a small glass topped coffee table in the middle. All on the patio furnitures cushions were in the same cream color with electric green stripes. How Chat kept the cushions looking so vibrant in the constant sun, she didn't know. Either he had a super good material, or everything was really new.

Walking down the deck steps led to a small stone patio on one side, with more patio benches with the same cushions, set around a beautiful round fire pit. The fire pit looked to be just a metal ring, but had cutouts all around of trees, small animals and stars, all the way around.

The rest of the yard was amazingly green, lush grass, with flower pots and planters overflowing with flowers and greenery, scattered all around the fence that enclosed the entire back yard, and a small shed at the very back corner.

Ladybug marveled at the amazing lushnesh of everything back here. Standing in the middle of the grass, in her electric green shorts and white tank top littered with tiny orange blooms, a smile of pure joy spread across her face. Spreading her arms wide, she started spinning, slowly picking up sleed, until she became too dizzy, and with a joyous laugh, fell onto the ground on her back, arms still spread wide.

Xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox

That was how Chat found her, basking in the sun, arms spread wide, still lying on the grass.

He slowly walked up to her, until his shadow fell across her face. She languidly peeked an eye open to see what was blocking the sun. As her one eye landed on him, her smile grew, and she gave a small hum.

"Your blocking my light, kitty cat," she stated, stretching her arms high above her head.

Arching a brow, Chat positioned his hands on his hips and cocked his head. "Any particular reason your lounging all the way over here, bugaboo?"

Opening both eyes now, his Lady just grinned up at him and replied with a smirk, "purrtending I'm a cat and enjoying lying in the sun. You should try it some time."

She then closed her eyes again and waited. Chat didn't move, not sure what on earth to do. She really looked like she was enjoying herself. He should just leave her be then, and get to all that work his father expected him to look over.

Ugh, yay. Exciting.

Just as he was about to turn and do just that, Ladybug peeked an eye open again. "Well,??" she asked. "Are you joining me or not?"

A little shocked, Chat stared for a moment. The thought hadn't even crossed his mind. He glanced down at his dress shoes, designer slacks and dress shirt. Finally giving a small shrug, he toed off his shoes and socks, before stepping over to lay down right next to Ladybug.

Hmm... Well that really did feel nice. Why had he never thought to do this before? While he had thought he was trying to help his Lady find out who she was, perhaps it was the other way round?! Ever since she had come into his life, he had sure learnt alot about himself!

Crossing his arms behind his head, he tilted it to the side to gaze at Ladybug, who continued to lay there, not a care in the world, enjoying the sun. His heart beat a little faster, and, not for the first time, he thought about how much he loved her. She was everything he had ever wanted in his life. His father had made sure he had everything he needed, but Chat had always longed for someone to share it with. Who would make him feel whole.

Right then, watching the sun play on her face, the sun casting shadows from her eye lashes, he was never more certain that this beautiful, wonderful woman was it.

She must have felt his gaze, for she lazily turned to look back at him, a questioning lift to her brow.

"Everything ok?" she asked quietly.

Giving her a small smile, he responded, "Absolutely purrfect."