Part 3 of the Ladynoir pregnancy mini series! :D
This is a continuation of Part 1 (Chapter 40) and Part 2 (Chapter 45)
Thanks again to Chat_Coccinelle on Ao3 for suggesting it!

Adrien gingerly shook his head, slightly panicking at the unconscious woman in his arms.

The unconscious, pregnant woman.

The unconscious, pregnant Ladybug/Marinette woman.

"Oh nonononono, nonono, Mari? Marinette! Please, please, c'mon, wake up again? Please wake up! Mari?", he exclaimed, gently lowering her down to the floor, incredibly anxious about protecting her stomach, her baby, his baby from being jostled too much, "Mari… Mari! Please, I didn't want to shock you, oh god…"

"Kid-", his Kwami crossed its paws, obviously annoyed.

"Plagg! She's-… She's gonna be okay, right?! She'll be okay! And the baby?! Will the baby be okay?! Oh god, I won't ever forgive myself if-", he kept on rambling, bending down to listen to the baby. He didn't dare touching her stomach so he kept his ear about a hand width above her which didn't make any sense.

"Adrien-"

"I can't, I can't have hurt it, could I?! I caught her and-… Is the baby gonna be okay?! We need an ambulance, we need-"

"Adrien!", Plagg finally exclaimed, his tone having changed from annoyed and disinterested to urgent.

"What?!"

"Everything's fine, I promise!", the Kwami rolled his eyes, flitting out of the room, only to return with another Kwami a second later. Her eyes widened at her holder lying on the floor but she wasn't surprised at Adrien kneeling there. Instead, she bit back any comment and floated down to Marinette, feeling her forehead. Then she flew over to her stomach, flatly laying down on the bulge before nodding.

"She's fine, Adrien, don't worry. Sorry I didn't notice you were here, I was in the bedroom and napped for a bit. I'm Tikki, Marinette's Kwami."

He nodded with wide eyes and then pointed at Marinette, having slid back a bit.

"Is the baby okay?", he asked, his worried expression causing her to giggle, "Hey, c'mon! This is important, the baby has to be okay!"

"You're cute when you're angry.", Tikki replied, then nodded, brushing over Marinette's stomach, causing a slight tinge of jealousy to run down Adrien's spine, "She's just fine, Adrien, promise. But you might wanna put her in the bed, it's softer than the floor. Can you do that?"

He gulped and nodded, then hooked his arms beneath her back and knee bends, awkwardly adjusting his hands so he wouldn't touch her anywhere where he wasn't allowed to.

"… Uhm, show me the way?", he hesitantly asked Tikki as he had safely lifted Marinette into his arms.

Tikki waved for him to follow, then she flew out of the bedroom, Plagg immediately following her. Adrien adjusted his grip on her, then carefully went out of the living room, inching through the doorframe not to bump her head on anything. She sighed and he bit his lip as he walked down the hallway, entering the bedroom. Tikki turned on the light for him to place her on the big, soft bed.

His ears burned uncomfortably as he recognized the room. They'd been here a few times before.

Gently placing her down on the bed proved to be a challenge since he hadn't be prepared that his balance would shift when he leant forward. She slipped out of his arms and fell the remaining few centimeters, not too much, onto the bouncy mattress, frowning but not yet finding back to her senses. He on the other hand fell over, not wanting to unhook his arms from her, so he braced for faceplanting on her sheets. What was worse than the faceplanting, though, was that his stomach bumped on hers, shooting a wave of shock through his body.

He recoiled and, with a jump, was three steps away from the bed. Nothing happened.

Marinette stayed there, on the bed, now lying comfortably. But his mind raced as the touch on his stomach played over and over again, sending shivers through his body. His gaze was fixed on her bulge beneath the sweater and he bit his lip.

He really wanted to touch it. Feel the baby. Okay, maybe he wouldn't be able to feel the baby yet. Adrien didn't know much about pregnancies.

Would the baby already move in the fourth month? He really didn't know. And he probably wouldn't find out. Well, Marinette was pretty against the idea of having him in his child's life anywhere so he probably wasn't allowed to touch. So, he crossed his arms behind his back, clenching his hands together, his gaze fixed on her stomach. Was there movement?

She was breathing, yes. Breathing and breathing and-… There! A tiny movement, as if she had hiccups!

He hummed needy, pressing his lips together for a pout. He wanted to touch so badly. This was his baby, too! But her body so he wouldn't. A tiny touch, though? She was unconscious anyway, so-No! Bad Adrien. She was unconscious so he wasn't allowed to touch! Not without her permission!

Meanwhile, the Kwamis were watching from a shelf above the bed, amused. Tikki wanted to speak up but Plagg held her back.

"Wait, wait, this is gonna be funny. I bet he drops to his knees at some point because he's such a drama queen."

"Oh, come on, Plagg, you're mean…"

Adrien dropped to his knees a second later and Tikki rolled her eyes while Plagg grinned smugly.

"Just realistic."

It didn't take long for Marinette to wake up again. She stirred just a few minutes later, maybe having been out for 5. She began twitching before stretching, squinting her eyes. Her next action was to immediately check on the baby, her hand coming down on the bulge. Adrien bit his lip at this move, his fingers itching. He wanted to touch, too!

Then, slowly, her gaze wandered around and she groaned, adjusting herself so she could lay on her back and prop herself up a little. He interestedly watched as the sweater once again stretched over her body but quickly broke his gaze away, feeling like it was inappropriate.

"Uhm-… Marinette, please don't be shocked again but-… I kinda, uhm…"

As he looked up again she was catching his gaze, pushing herself up so she could sit against the headboard. Just before being able to reply, though, her eyes were already rolling again. He threw all feelings in the wind and jolted to kneel beside the bed, guiding her to lay down again.

"Don't sit up yet. Do you need a glass of water? Or something cold, for your forehead? Please just focus on calming down before dealing with me, okay?"

Her breaths came in short puffs so he took his hands away again and was about to bolt for the kitchen as Tikki and Plagg already brought a glass of water, together since it was too heavy for one of them. With shaky fingers he took it from them and lifted Marinette's head for her to drink.

She just drank half of the glass, which he supposed was okay-ish, so he put the glass on the night stand and leant back to wait.

Marinette still needed a short moment to collect her thoughts, then she turned to him, her eyes narrowed.

"So-… It's you."

He sheepishly nodded, rubbing the back of his head before sighing.

"Yeah… I-… I'm so sorry for revealing without-… You telling me I was allowed to… I was just so mad and-… And scared."

She lifted an eyebrow, thankfully staying in a lying position instead of wanting to sit up again.

"Scared?"

"I-… I really don't wanna be like my father… I really, really don't. I wanna be there for the child in-… In some way… I-I don't care, I don't have to see the child, I don't have to-… To know them if you don't want me to. I can leave Paris, I can-… I can go and, and I can be gone, out of your life forever, that's not-… But please, please let me support you. Financially or-… Or paperwork or-… My god, use me as a punchbag. It's just-… I don't-… I can't leave without at least giving you something to-… To make it easier for you…"

Marinette sighed, both her hands coming to a rest on her stomach as she looked up to the ceiling. His gaze was magnetically drawn to the soft movements she made with her slender fingers, his own hands beginning to itch.

"Oh Adrien…", she began now, closing her eyes, "Know why I didn't want Chat in my life?"

He gulped, feeling that her answer would hurt him.

"N-No?"

"Because I'm in love.", she continued, not noticing how a pang of pain went through his heart. There it was, the hurting answer he had assumed would come, "Because I still wanted to have a chance with that man… I mean, if he wouldn't accept the child he'd be dead for me anyway. I already love this child and nothing will take that away from me."

Because he had already kneeled he now sunk down to sit, leaning against her wall, his head lowered.

"… Yeah, of course."

She lightly snorted at that but he didn't even lift his head.

"But then he stands in the middle of my living room and screams at me he wants to support me.", his gaze flew up to meet her slight smile, his expression incredulous, "It was quite a shock for me, so I fainted. Little did I know the man I loved already was the father of my child. Or, well-… Our child."

His mouth hung open and he stared at her, unmoving. Her giggle was finally the thing bringing him back to the living.

"… Y-You're in love with me?!"

She sighed, then shrugging and nodding.

"Yeah. Seams easier now to tell you since I know you're also my best friend slash adorable Chaton."

He leant back against the wall, unconsciously having leant forward at her revelation. Then his gaze flickered to her hands on her stomach before lowering down to his outstretched feet again.

"… Oh… So, uh-… What does this for-… For the child mean? And, uh, well, a-am I allowed to help you?"

A short silence made him unsure but he kept his gaze away from her face, just occasionally flicking up to watch her hands playing with her sweater.

"C'mere, Chaton.", she finally offered and he almost stumbled and fell as he rolled over to his knees, crouching beside her bed again.

"Y-Yeah?"

"Gimme your hand."

He furrowed his eyebrows as she held his gaze but gave her his shaking hand, biting his lip.

"What're you doi-?", he dared to ask but before he could have any chance in completing his question he felt her taking his hand down and place it on top of her stomach. He gasped and yelped, then tried not to move. His hand awkwardly tensed on her sweater with the edge of his hand resting on her stomach, the touch surging like a jolt of energy through his body.

"Relax, Adrien.", she giggled, blushing under his intense stare, "C'mon, it's not that difficult."

He only slowly, hesitantly allowed his hand to relax, his palm to lay flatly on the rounded bulge. This was completely new. Her warmth radiated against his hand and he sighed in relief as he felt her smaller hand sprawling above his.

"That okay?", she asked, a smile still on her lips but also an incredibly expression of curiosity playing with her features, somehow melting the smile into a fond, soft gaze.

"M-More than okay.", he breathed, now finally managing a smile as well.