First Author's Note:Bare with me here. Alya's characterization is still tricky for me. Second Author's Note is at TBC. . .

Review Responses (THANK YOU for taking the time too):

Yielding and Yearning:

Guest: Got so riled you falsely reviewed twice in a row. Oh and cursing too that's classy. Oh cool, you know the show enough to compare me to Bob Roth! Master Fu sure, doesn't make it true. The man has made mistakes before. Desperation is a terrible thing, you did want my attention you have it now.

Miraculer2354 (Guest): Yes, I see you're point. Future reference, I'll try to work on it.

Rainbowrockcandy: In general Adrigami isn't given loving attention. Yes indeed, I will create more medieval AUs down the line. 🌸🌸 Thanks for your sweet words and the Favorite here. Of course both you and Song of the divine wanted Cholé/Alya. . . so bits will happen for chapter 2 & 3.

Song of the divine: Right, one must always believe in themselves. Understood, Rainbow said the same. Actually telling YOU did too. 😹😹 Thanks for being interested.

A dramatic gasp escapes, her lips a nervous blush rises on light freckled cheeks. She waves her left hand wildly back and fourth.

"Oh! Hey hubby- er um Adrien!"

Nervous laughter, forced out her throat. Adrien smiles politely, his light brown eyebrows together tenderly staring at her. Alya behind Marinette, shakes her head at them both.

"Hi Alya. Hey Marinette, I'm really sorry. But would you mind watching our Emika while I'm at my fencing lesson? I fully understand if you can't."

Marinette blinks back to reality, she smiles nodding her head. Standing up to take "their daughter" into her arms. Bluebell stare determined into emerald green eyes.

"Well if you'd like Adrien, I could stay with you at your lesson. I mean a part of the assignment is to get to know your partner better. So yeah. . ."

The blunette trails off, Alya smirks behind her unnoticed by Adrien. She groans to them "Don't remind me. Besides Cholé probably gave our doll to Sabrina. So her and Ivan have two things to worry over."

Adrien conceals a frustrated look quickly. He faces Marinette before addressing Alya.

"That be awesome Marinette. You're right, Kagami needs to meet her step daughter

He chuckles at his own joke. Alya gives a sassy stare at him. Turning to Marinette it turns into a pointed one. Stating: Is he for real?!

"Alya give Cholé a chance, she may suprise you."

He smirks at Alya. She gives him a polite (fake) smile. Adrien lightly shakes his head, choosing not to voice that.

"Um, Ad- Adrien why is her name Emika?"

Marinette asks curiously, fearing another stutter she stares down at the doll. Adrien looks down at Emika smiling softly. Alya can see the far off look in his eyes.

"Well, after you left the class so fast. I thought you wanted me to name her. The origin of Emika is japanese meaning 'Blessed beautiful child' and it sounds similar to my mother's name Emilie. So I thought. . ."

Adrien rubs his head with his right hand bashfully. Alya silently gasps, her tone is clipped in anger.

"You thought of you and Kagami's future kid's name already?!"

Marinette's bluebell eyes widen, the hurt in them she hides well. Adrien's explanation as to why the name Emika. . . she finds it beautiful, even if her heart squeezes as she holds the doll in her arms. Adrien's embrassed blushed face doesn't help that feeling either.

Alya sighs, resting her left arm on Mari's left shoulder. She carefully pulls Marinette backwards into her chest, she smirks.

"Whatever, see you later. Don't forget to breath. . . Mrs. Agreste."

Alya whispers to a rose red faced Marinette, only she hears it. Probably Emika too. Smirking over her left shoulder at the two. Walking away she feels dread mixed annoyance sink into her veins.

Hazel eyes behind her black framed glasses search around the cafeteria. 'No sigh of Cholé. Normally a good thing, but my grade. . .'

Alya continues looking when suddenly, Ivan walks over a strain smile on his face. His gray eyes apologetic.

"Hey Ivan! Don't tell me. . . Cholé abandoned her kid on you and Sabrina?"

He gives a low grumble. His black partly blond haired head down, gray eyes looking down at the doll, that's NOT his responsibility.

"Yeah, Sabrina tried telling Cholé not too leave her child with us too."

Ivan reaches out the doll to a suprised Alya. She smirks taking her kid. Whom starts crying as soon as Alya takes it.

"What- looks like my kid likes you."

Ivan blushes, his large hands nervously wiggling together. Alya laughs slightly cradling her kid softly against her right shoulder. Hazel look up at Ivan, a tender look in her eyes.

"Hey, thanks for watching him. Good on Sabrina standing up for herself. Don't worry about us here, Ms. Bustier probably knows by now."

Alya points to the doll's back side. He nods his head understanding, 'The recorder of course.'

Ivan places his left pointer finger to lips. Walking away, Alya smirks cradling her son.

"Well little guy, it's okay now. I have you, let's see what Cholé is up too."

Alya sighs, once again feeling drained already.

TO BE CONTINUED. . .

Second Author's Note: CONGRATULATIONS to you both. Rainbowrockcandy and Song of the divine for getting my Parental Pair correct! You wanted Cholé and Alya moments they continue next chapter. . .