Chapter 1: I Think I Wanna Marry Moo

The sun was beaming high in a bright blue cloudless sky. The birds were chirping their merry tunes from their perches in the trees outside. Decked in white, Marinette was positively giddy, for today was her wedding day.

The morning had been abuzz with an almost frenetic excitable energy as her friends and family rushed about her home, doing her hair and make-up while making the final preparations for the day's festivities. Everyone was smiling and happy, and Marinette could feel the joy washing over her like a child enjoying their first bubble bath; there was glee, wonder, and impossible imaginings becoming fantastic reality. She would almost describe it as surreal, if she wasn't walking down the aisle on her father's arm, following her bridesmaids and Maid of Honour into the church.

Adrien stood there, by the priest, looking as gorgeous as ever. He looked so smart in his black suit and green bowtie, his red rose boutonnière matching beautifully with her red rose bouquet. The way he looked at her made her heart melt all over again, and if it wasn't for her arm linked with her Papa's, she was certain her legs would've given way halfway down the aisle.

With their gazes locked in an endless loop of love and affection for each other, the ceremony became a hazy blur. It wasn't until the priest's mention of vows and Alya's subtle nudge from her place as the Maid of Honour that Marinette realised it was her time to speak up.

'Adrien,' Marinette began, unwittingly blushing under his unwavering attention, 'you have had my heart since you gave me your umbrella back when we were thirteen. You have been patient with me as I stumbled and stuttered and tripped over myself both physically and verbally. You have supported me through the highs and lows, and when no one else believed in me. Your kindness and love is something I cherish with all my heart, and I will spend the rest of my life giving you all the patience, care, support, kindness and love that you have given me. You are the most wonderful person I have ever met, and I am so blessed to spend the rest of my life with you as your wife.'

Adrien's eyes were glistening as he beamed at her, and as a stray tear escaped, Marinette couldn't help but gently brush away the traitorous tear from his cheek with her thumb, eliciting wet chuckles from her groom as he leaned into her hand. With a soft clearing of the throat, he composed himself.

'Marinette,' he said, looking at her reverently and with all the love that could ever exist in the universe, 'I love moo.'

She blinked dumbly at him. 'What?'

'That's the most beautiful thing I've ever herd,' Nino praised from his Best Man's spot beside Adrien, wiping away his own joyful tear.

Chloé scoffed from one of the pews towards the back. 'You mean that was ridiculous! Udderly ridiculous!'

'She just has beef over the fact that you're marrying Adrien and not her,' Alya commented, rolling her eyes.

'You two getting married is just moosic to my ears,' Rose blabbered from behind her parents as Juleka handed her a tissue.

'Adrien's love for Marinette is brighter than all the stars in the Milky Way,' Luka agreed with a strum of his ever-present guitar.

'I can't believe they're farmally getting married!' her Papa blubbered through his sobs, accepting the handkerchief her Maman had on hand.

'Moo!' agreed the cow, now standing gloriously in the entrance of the church, complete with long flowing hair being blown back by an invisible fan and a white wedding dress of its own.

'AHHHHHHHH-'

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'-NOOOOOOO!'

Marinette bolted upright, panting as her mind took a moment to adjust. She was no longer in the church but in her bed, in her pink pyjamas instead of her wedding dress, with no cows in sight.

'Marinette, is everything alright?' Tikki asked, alarmed and concerned as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

'Tikki,' Marinette said, tone deadly serious as she locked eyes with her kwami, 'promise me there will be no cows at my wedding.'

'What?'