Adrien sat on Marinette's chaise, dumbfounded as he looked at the test in his hands. Positive. Positive, the test was positive.
"Adrien? Please say something," Marinette's quiet voice pleaded.
"I'm going to be a Daddy," Adrien breathed, his voice was barely a whisper. He broke out into a smile at the thought, "I'm going to be a Daddy."
"Umm, I think you're kind of forgetting a few things here? Like your Dad doesn't even know about us, and the cost of raising a child," Marinette listed off.
"Marinette, it's okay. It's all going to be okay," Adrien soothed as he moved off the chaise and wrapped his arms around her, being mindful of her abdomen.
"How is it going to be okay?"
"It will. No matter what, I'm staying. You got that? If that means I have to be a cashier at a McDonald's than fine. The two of you are stuck with me," Adrien vowed.
Marinette couldn't really see Adrien punching items into a cash register, the idea made her wince. She then suggested, "Maybe you could get signed onto another modeling agency."
"Truth is Marinette, I don't hate modeling but I wouldn't want to make a career of it," Adrien admitted.
Adrien glanced at his phone when it meowed at him.
"The same alert tone, really?"
Adrien shrugged as he looked at the message, "Well looks like Lynette's got the same idea. She wants to know if my Dad might hire her on as a model since she has experience, despite the fact that she's pregnant.
Marinette blinked before voicing a realization, "Oh shit. Our babies are going to be born around the same time. I mean assuming one of us isn't early and the other isn't late."
Adrien quirked a brow, "Even a month apart is still pretty close."
Marinette nodded then giggled a bit, "Poor Alya, having to deal with two pregnant friends at once."
"Yeah, poor Alya, and poor us guys—honestly, those pregnancy hormones from what I've learned in sex ed can be quite the trip," Adrien remarked.
Marinette rolled her eyes, "Tell me about it. I cried last night because we were out of dill pickles. I cried over pickles!"
Adrien's eyes widened his sole thought being, 'oh boy this is going to be fun.'
"Well, if you're going to start thinking about a nursery, let's pick a theme first," Kim suggested.
"A theme? I'm trying to figure out a colour scheme," Lynette admitted.
"Well let's tackle both then," Kim proposed as he looked over Lynette's shoulder at the baby furniture.
"Well for starters, a basic chestnut wood crib would probably go with a lot more than a white crib, or a cherry wood. Plus if we go with a theme that's mainly white it'll stand out against the bed spread," Kim offered.
Lynette raised her eyebrows as she glanced over her shoulder at Kim, "Been studying your mom's interior design portfolio?"
Kim shrugged with a smug smirk as he replied, "I pick up on a few things, and look a basic wooden crib would also go well with most shades of pink, purple, and blue."
Lynette nodded in agreement, "chestnut wood it is. Geez, Le Chien Kim, you're full of surprises."
Kim chuckled as he settled in next to Lynette, "I have to be if I want to keep up with you."
"Thanks," Lynette responded, knowing full well that was as much a compliment to her own competitive nature as a statement of their compatibility. She drove him to be even more competitive and he liked it. So much information packed into one sentence.
"Alright so are we going gender neutral or do you want gender specific colours?"
Lynette bit her lip a little as she thought to herself, "well—I mean gender specific is nice and all but I'd like to be able to reuse the bedding and such if I do decide to have another baby down the road. It's okay to use gender specific if you're sure it'll be your only child but I don't know that for sure. I like green."
"Green's good," Kim agreed before adding, "I was also thinking grey. Maybe green bedding and grey walls, or vice versa?"
"Let's see what we can find," Lynette suggested as she put their colour preferences into the website's filter options and searched.
Her eyes widened and welled up instantly at one of the results, "Oh my gosh! That is too cute!"
Kim blinked at how watery her eyes had gotten, was she really going to cry over a cute bedding set? Oh dear this was going to be interesting.
"Kim, look! Koalas!"
'Koalas? She's going gaga over koalas? Wow, pregnant Lynette was quite different from typical Lynette,' Kim thought to himself as he watched her for a moment before looking at the bedding she was ready to cry over.
"Well, it isn't overly expensive. I could buy it right now," Kim stated.
Lynette gave him a startled look,"No. No, you can't!"
Her boyfriend gave her a confused look as he asked, "Why not? I'm this baby's father, aren't I?"
"I—uhh I mean – that's—"
Kim waited with baited breath for her answer.
"Biologically, no," Lynette admitted, she hesitated before adding, "we're so young, what if you change your mind? I can't ask you to take that responsibility on when it isn't even your kid."
Kim blinked at her with a blank expression on his face, wordlessly he got up from the bed and gathered his backpack, "I said it before, 'it grows in your womb, it grows in my heart.' I meant it. It isn't like I didn't have time to think before you took that test, Lyn. I thought about it the whole way to the hospital the day you were attacked. I thought about it non-stop for the whole month."
He looked to her and Lynette felt her heart sink into her stomach at the sight of his glassy eyes.
"It's my kid too. Whether their DNA matches mine or not. I am that baby's father as long as you'll have me. So am I to take it now that you won't?"
"I didn't mean it like that," Lynette whispered.
"I just—I dragged you into this. If it wasn't for me you wouldn't be thinking about all of this stuff. Maybe it'd be better if I didn't have thi-"
"Don't finish that sentence," Kim growled out.
Lynette bit her lip as she continued on, "-I can see you giving up your dreams for us – for me—for it. I can't stand that thought," Lynette confessed her own tears cascading down her cheeks.
Kim walked back over to her, setting his backpack down on the floor once again and took Lynette's hand into his own, "You're worth it, if I did do that. The thought hadn't crossed my mind though. I asked what you want to do so I'd know how much time you'll need to study, so I can arrange to be there and if not me then someone we both know and trust."
"I'm scared," Lynette breathed.
"I am too, but we're in this together," Kim assured.
"You didn't even like me until after-"
Kim gained a rosy blush to his cheeks as he replied with full honesty, "That isn't true. I started to really like you before this whole mess began. You remember the previous night before our little one was conceived? Riding our bikes to the air port, racing each other there?"
Lynette quirked a brow, "Are you kidding me?"
Kim smiled shyly as he began to sing off key and in a flat tone, "There was something about the way the blue lights were shining, bringing out the freedom in your eyes. I was too busy watching you goin' wild child to be worried about going to jail. You were thinking that runnin' for it would make a good story, I thought you were crazy as hell. You were so innocent, but you were stealing my heart, I fell in love in the back of a cop car."
Lynette giggled happily as she shook her head, "Kim, you're a total sap."
"But?"
"Don't give up sports for a singing career, you'd starve," she told him with a smug smirk. Kim rolled his eyes before tickling Lynette's ribs, it wasn't long before she and Kim fell onto the mattress again, Kim continuing to tickle her. The brunette girl laughed until she felt her ribs beginning to hurt, and gasped for air. That's when Kim decided to stop tickling her.
Blue eyes met brown as she asked, "Do you mean it?"
Kim nodded as he answered, "I love you. Everything about you, even your lack of confidence."
"I do not lack confidence," Lynette lied, rolling her eyes.
"Liar," Kim challenged.
"Oh okay buster, how do I lack confidence?"
"You don't see your own beauty," Kim revealed.
Lynette opened her mouth to protest but quickly realized it was futile. He knew her too well. Her likes, her dislikes, her fears, how to break her into talking when she wanted to clam up, defeated she heaved a heavy sigh and admitted, "guilty."