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Angry, no, not even just 'angry'. Seething with rage was the only way Max could describe his friend as he watched the towering Jock's facial expression. A vase of dead flowers accompanying a threatening note sent to his girlfriend? Max couldn't begin to imagine how his best friend felt. He knew how defensive he felt and that alone was saying quite a bit with his pacifist nature.

Adrien kept quiet as he watched Kim, silently evaluating his fellow father-to-be. If this was in fact Marinette that had received such a parcel he wasn't sure he'd be holding his temper as well as Kim currently was.

Then a thought crossed his mind, the girls. The girls were why Kim was staying calm and collected. Kim had seen his parents interact in times like these, where his mother would receive threats about her designs and though his father was angry someone would dare do this to his wife, he remained calm to support her and carry her through.

Adrien glanced over at the boy who was currently leaned against Lynette's bed while the pregnant brunette slept soundly and quietly asked, "Kim, you want to go for a run?"

Kim hesitated before shaking his head 'no'.

"I'll stay with her," Max offered.

Kim shot his friend a disapproving gaze that one would have to be blind to misinterpret. While Max was a genius, unrivaled in intellectual engagements, physical altercations were a completely different story. If it came down to Max or Lynette fighting, Max would be out in one hit, Lynette would fight to keep awake and defend herself to her last breath.

Kim wasn't going to leave her vulnerable.

"Then let Adrien stay and go race me for a bit," Alix offered.

"You'd crack your skull on your blades," Kim scoffed.

"Who said anything about blades? Race me on foot. One on one, how about it? Make it interesting even, loser buys pizza for the whole group," Alix challenged.

Kim gained a small smirk before agreeing, "You're on!"

He glanced to Adrien who gave a small nod to indicate he was staying put. He couldn't leave Lynette like this, there was no way that was going to happen. She was tough but the girl wasn't a cyborg made of steel. She had her frail moments, he knew she had to. Every human does and she was no exception even if she was too stubborn to admit it.

"Mari's the same, so you know," Adrien offered with Kim's silent inner conflict.

"Huh?"

"She is. She's always being strong for everyone else around her. She hates admitting when she needs help. I keep reminding her she's only human after all, she'll have moments when she needs help just like everyone else," Adrien confided.

"Go for the run. They're safe here," Adrien coaxed.

Alix's brow knitted in slight confusion, "Where is Marinette anyways?"

"The bakery with her parents, she's fine," Adrien replied.

Alix nodded as she headed out of the room, Kim following behind her until he stopped and glanced back at Adrien, "Thanks. I mean it."

"You're not the only one in this with her, Kim. We're all here," Adrien assured him. The athlete nodded before following his pink haired competitor out of the manor. They did a quick stretch warm up before breaking into a run down the side walk. It didn't even occur to Kim that they hadn't decided on a path to run.

Adrien watched as Lynette gently rubbed her eyes as she woke up, she sat up and glanced around.

"Is Kim okay?"

Adrien nodded, "He needed to go clear his head though. He didn't want to leave but Alix and I talked him into it. He's racing her right now, and I said I'd stay here."

Max watched as Lynette maneuvered herself into a seated position before carefully bringing her legs around to the side of the bed. Everything about her movements was calculated as if subconsciously searching for the best way to move to achieve her goal with minimal effort or strain.

"Are you hurting somewhere?"

Lynette shook her head 'no', "I'm okay. I'm just really conscious of the baby now."

Adrien smiled and nodded a bit, "Marinette's the same. Every single thing she does, she's worried about the baby."

Lynette gave a small grin, gently running her hand over her slightly bulging stomach, "I sometimes can't believe it even now, difference now being all I have to do is look down and I can see for myself that I am in fact with child."

Adrien nodded, "Any ideas on boys names yet?"

"Etienne," Lynette replied with a smile and a small nod of her head.

"So it's either Aimee or Etienne for you, and Emmeline or Louis for us," Adrien replied with a small chuckle.

"Wouldn't it be cool if they grow up to be friends?"

Adrien nodded in silent agreement.

"Friendship is much more likely than the prospect of the two offspring becoming romantic partners," Max stated.

Lynette fought the urge to pinch the bridge of her nose. She liked Max, she really did, but did he have to know the probability for every single situation? The guy was a walking encyclopedia of calculations.

"Well whoever loses the race has to buy pizza for everyone, I don't know about you guys but I just plain ol' pepperoni," Adrien spoke in effort to change the topic.

Lynette felt her mouth water, "Hmm yeah, with some bacon, Italian sausage, steak strips, ham, oh! Pineapple and green pepper on it as well, maybe some anchovies on a few slices too just so you guys don't get stuck with them."

'That's a very high amount of protein,' Max thought to himself.

Adrien swallowed a little bit of saliva from his mouth before asking, "I thought you were kind of vegetarian?"

"No, I just don't eat a lot of meat, usually. But I'm craving it like crazy. Hey do they put tofu on pizza? Maybe a fried egg," Lynette answered before rambling off more toppings.

"This isn't New York," Adrien pointed out.

Lynette pouted and nodded.

"But, I could cook up some tofu and eggs for you to put on your pizza slices," Max offered as compromise.

Lynette perked up again, "alright! I can work with that."