Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews, the reads, the favorites, and the follows. All are appreciated. With this chapter, the story is now complete—I hope you have enjoyed it.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir and I make no profit from this story. No copyright infringement is intended I'm just enjoying some time with a few of my favorite television characters. The story is mine, except where directly quoting or referencing episodes.
Adrien was possibly the biggest wreck he had ever been in his life. Marinette was in pain and he could do nothing but hold her hand and tell her she was doing great, that it was almost over.
He'd had moments of nervousness in the past few years, sure. Like the night he proposed. He'd found her parents alone that afternoon, knowing Marinette was on a girls only shopping excursion since he'd been the one to ask Alya to take her. After telling Tom and Sabine he wanted to marry Marinette, they had tearfully welcomed him to the family and launched into helping him get ready before she returned home.
He wanted to ask Marinette to be his wife in the place where he first realized he loved her, visiting her as Chat Noir on her balcony. He scattered rose petals and lit candles all around to cast a romantic glow, placed a golden bell and a ladybug charm on the small side table next to the ring box, then got dressed in his finest tuxedo and waited for his lady to arrive. He did his best not to crush the petals as he paced back and forth in anticipation.
When Marinette finally ascended to her balcony, she was dressed in a beautiful red dress he'd never seen her wear before. Knowing she hadn't been shopping in that, he quickly surmised she knew what was coming, but her delight was evident at his efforts to make the evening special. Down on one knee, he slid the ring onto her finger when she said 'yes,' right before she threw herself into his arms, kissing him until he forgot what question he had been asking.
And almost a year later, waiting at the front of the church for his bride had been excruciating. He watched breathlessly as she finally entered on her father's arm, wearing the dress she had designed and sewn herself, the one she refused to let him see until that moment. She was the single most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and she was walking slowly towards him. The moment his eyes connected with hers, he knew that every bit of nerves was worth it for the future they'd share.
The nurse's excited voice broke through his memories.
"It's a boy!"
Marinette smiled up at him, exhausted but joyful. The nurse laid the baby on her chest and Adrien's heart was full to overflowing.
He kissed the top of Marinette's head and then gazed down at the tiny bundle in her arms, bringing his hand up to cup the side of his son's face in amazement. "You did good, Milady. He's perfect, just like his Momma."
Then he spoke tenderly to his firstborn. "Hello, Little Man. I'm your papa."
The last transformation of Chat Noir was complete.