Out of all the horrible things Hawkmoth and his akumas had done, this had to be one of the worst.
"Up, up, up!" The tiny superhero reached for her, desperate and whining for her attention. Two large emerald pools blinked at her innocently, wide and shimmering to the brim with fat teardrops. A stretched out leather cat costume barely clung to the toddler's miniature figure, and his clawed gloves had fallen off. Two oversized black kitty ears drooped over his baby-soft curls, which seemed to illuminate with every ray of sunshine. To top it all off, his magic mask stuck snugly across the bridge of his nose, only to sag at the sides. No matter how many times Chaton Noir patted and pawed at his mask, it just wouldn't stay on his chubby baby cheeks.
"Chaton Noir, you're being ridiculous." Marinette rolled her eyes before bending to pick up her kitten of a sidekick. The second she lifted him from the ground, tiny limps wrapped around her waist and neck. Supple, satin skin nuzzled on her shoulder as the superhero turned child let out a purr.
"Chat, not Chaton, My Lady." The toddler squeaked, tugging tighter around her neck.
Lifting a brow, Marinette craned her neck away from his sticky little hands. "Aren't you a little young to be calling me that?"
Chat cocked his head to the side in confusion, velvety ears falling to the side. Tapping his palm against a ruddy cheek, the young superhero replied. "Guess so," he squirmed in her arms, leaning up so he could plant an angelic, childlike peck on cheek. "Will you wait for me? When I'm older, I mean," the kitten clarified, wide hopeful eyes begging.
Marinette blushed, as she felt his little fingers curl around her pinky. It didn't matter his age, Chat Noir always managed to capture her heart.
"How could I say no?"