Everything Changes –Chapter Twelve
Not being annoying or anything but…yeah… I'm skipping ahead…so…yeah…
Adrien POV
10 WEEKS LATER
"Come…on…Adrien! It's not…funny anymore!" Marinette wheezes, through giggles.
"Then why are you still laughing?" I retort, grinning broadly as I continue to tickle the defenceless girl.
"Stop…tickling…me!" She practically screeches, all the while still laughing. "We're going…to be late!" I look down at my watch and notice the time. When I finally cease tickling her, she collapses and falls limp on the couch. As I help her up she scowls.
"Why do you always do that to me?!" Mari pouts and crosses her arms. I giggle.
"Well, I know when you upset and I just don't want to be the victim of your next hormonal rage…" I snicker slightly. I have never been verbally murdered by Mari, but only because I know how to snap her out of it. Mari looks offended.
"Me? Victims? Hormonal rage? When have I ev-"
"Alya, the postman, that cashier, Nino, Chat Noir…" I couldn't help but laugh at her. She was blushing furiously and fidgeting in shame.
"Well… it was their fault for aggravating me!" She attempted to defend, which just made me laugh harder.
"Aggravated huh? Well, Alya sure did. But the postman gave you your mail too slow, so you exploded. The cashier gave you too much change, so you exploded. All Nino did was congratulate us, so you exploded. Chat Noir came by to see how you were doing, so you exploded. Yep, they aggravated you alright!" Mari huffed before raising a questioning eyebrow.
"How did Chat Noir find out anyway?" But before she could even think that thought over, I grabbed her by the wrists and dragged her out the door.
"Oh my! Look at the time! Why, we're about to be late for your ultrasound! We'd better go!"
…
In the waiting room, I was nervous. I was always nervous. I kept tapping my feet or twiddling my thumbs until Mari would whack me and hiss at me to calm down. People kept staring at us so Mari silently hatched a plan (an evil plan, I might add) to make me forget about being nervous.
"So, Adrien. Have you told your dad yet?" A smirk played on her lips as I flustered, stammered and blushed ferociously.
"Um… yes…no? Does he have to know?" I just couldn't bear the thought of what my dad could do to me if he found out that I had gotten a girl pregnant. I cringed.
"Adrien, we've been through this before. Of course you have to tell him!" Mari places one hand over mine and rests the other on her stomach. "Whether you like it or not, he's going to be a grandfather!" Just when I think I was finally defeated, I had an idea.
"Speaking of which; when do you plan on telling your parents that they're going to be grandparents?" My turn to laugh. I inched closer to her face to get a better glimpse of the deep shade of scarlet crawling across her freckled cheeks. That didn't last long. Her cheeks regained their natural colour and she slapped a hand to my face before pushing it away.
"Shut up kitty. You can purr," I don't know what that had to do with the conversation, but it made me shut up. We waited in silence for what seemed like forever until…
"Marinette Agreste?" Came the receptionist's call. Both Marinette and I blushed at that name, but that didn't stop me from thinking; Marinette Agreste has a nice ring to it, don't you think? We made our way into the clinic where Marinette was asked to put on a something similar to a hospital gown. She then lay down and the obstetrician put a weird slimy gel on her stomach, which according to the face Mari made, was cold. I don't recall what came next because my eyes were glued to the screen on the opposite side. The screen was now alive with the black and white shapes of the sonogram. I was staring for what seemed like forever, until the doctor began explaining what we could see. She pointed out where the hands and head were. Next thing I knew; Marinette had placed a hand on my cheek and was looking up at me…laughing. I was confused at first. I wasn't purring again, was I?
"Adrien Agreste… Are you crying?" Marinette says between (adorable) giggles.
"Shut up, Marinette…" I whispered back between sobs.
"You've never cried at these before… what's different this time?" Her eyes wide and on the verge of tears herself.
"Well… this time… I…I…can actually see… the baby!" I suddenly had the urge to pull her into the biggest bear hug ever, but I contained myself.
"Me too…" Mari looks at me with eyes of guilt. At previous sonograms, we were both so daft that we couldn't even detect our own baby! A tear rolls down Mari's cheek as she glances at the screen again, finally seeing the baby. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Marinette lets out a loud, breathy laugh. I looked at her confused, but my smile never left my face. She laughs again and the doctor gives me a strange look. What did I do? Did I- Oh…
"Yes, kitty. You're purring again…" Mari let's out another giggle. The doctor looks at me with an expression of disgust crossed with utter confusion. Hey! Doctors aren't supposed to judge! I gave a small scowl and what sounded like a hiss, but went unnoticed over Marinette's contagious laughter. The doctor chose this moment to change the subject.
"Are you two wishing to know the baby's gender?" She states blandly, still a bit annoyed. Both Mari and I snap our heads up to her, all laughing and purring ceased instantly.
"You can tell?" I ask and the doctor nods impatiently. Mari looks over to me as if asking for approval. I nodded, a smile, once again, creasing my lips.
"I suppose; we do really need to go shopping…" I whisper to her. I didn't want the disapproving doctor to judge us anymore than she had already. Mari nodded.
"Yes, please…" She says quietly (and adorably!) to the doctor. The doctor sighs and continues.
"Well, I have good news and I have bad news." We both gasped and I swear I saw Mari's eyes tear up.
"The good news is… the baby is in perfect health," The doctor replied a grin playing on her lips. I was confused. What could go wrong if the baby was in perfect health? Was this a joke? Did I need to bring Alya down here to slap some sense into this worthless doctor?
"Then what's the bad news?" I asked, in a surprisingly interrogating way. The doctor laughed. Yes, laughed.
"Well, it's only bad news if you wanted a boy."
Okay, for the love of all things Miraculous, someone please slap some sense (and maybe some writing skills) into me!
Tell me if I failed dramatically at anything…
Don't judge! Hope you like it!
Sticks and Stones don't normally hurt me…
But words sure can hella hurt!
~Allie