Adrien needed to make sure he did this well. He had to plan this. He just had to. It was for the love of his life and so he had to make this work.

He and Marinette had been dating for nearly 6 years and after knowing that there was no one else he'd rather spend the rest of his life with, he wondered why it took him so long to think of marrying her.

It didn't have to be a grand event. Marinette never really liked it when he did overly grand gestures. She told him that she felt awkward and never knew what to do, though it was not that she didn't appreciate him. It had to be simple. Something simple and private.

He could probably do it tonight. He had had his mother's ring for years now, and there was no sense in waiting. Before Adrien could even fathom how to present himself to her, he heard the door unlocking behind him. A couple of curse words escaped him.

"Marinette!" he welcomed. Her eyes darted from the door handle to his face, eyes brightening at the sight of him.

"Hello Chaton!" she greeted warmly. God, he loved her.

"How was your day?" Marinette shrugged while going off to unpack herself of all her things.

"Nothing to report. Pretty normal."

"That's good." For a while, he watched her make her way around the room, occasionally dipping in and out of the bedroom and the bathroom. "Uhm, I was wondering if we could talk. I mean! If I could talk to you." Marinette stopped and raised an eyebrow, suspicious. Those words never sounded good coupled together. "I'm sorry, that sounded bad. I just. It's not bad, I swear." Adrien smiled weakly and looked at her with big, longing eyes. Curses, Marinette could never resist his kitten eyes. He took a seat on the couch in their living room and she joined him with semi-reluctance.

"Alright," she breathed, trying to let the worry out of her. When he looked worried, she couldn't look worried, else she make the situation worse. It worked the other way around too.

"Alright, so." Adrien took a deep breath. "We've been dating for 6 years."

"Yes," Marinette confirmed.

"And living together for 2."

"Right."

"And, well, since we've been dating for so long and living together for so long, it got me thinking, but then I got stressed out about thinking and I tried to talk to Nino about it but he didn't help at all and I think Alya has been a negative influence on him so I just started panicking more." He wasn't breathing between sentences. Marinette's eyebrows furrowed.

"Adrien."

"But then I was thinking, how else was I supposed to talk to you? It wasn't like purrposing to the love of my life was going to be easy, but it was always so easy to flirt with you when I was Chat Noir, and then I thought about changing into Chat just to do this but I realized it would probably be really impurrsonal so I scratched that idea and then-."

"Wait, what?" Marinette screamed, arresting his speech. Her eyes were bulging out of their sockets, her jaw slack. Adrien's eyes shifted back and forth, confused about why she had stopped him. It took him a couple of second of mental rewinding to find out what he had done. Marinette blinked, doing a similar rewind in her own head. "Did you… did you make a cat pun in the middle of explaining to me how you were going to propose to me…?" she asked slowly, trying to absorb the last thirty seconds.

"I…" Adrien didn't have words, he was still trying to think back to what he said. In seconds, all the blood drained from his face. "I… uh… shit." For a moment, neither of them said a thing. Well, he could die now. Someone needed to throw him into a pit and bury him. She wasn't saying anything. He was starting to sweat.

Breaking the silence was her laughter. She was giggling. Mariette was giggling at him. Why was she giggling? Without saying a word, the girl launched herself at her boyfriend, and they were laying on the couch while she smothered his face with kisses.

"Adrien!" she squealed "Yes! Yes, yes, yes!"

"I, what?" He sat back up, holding Marinette in his arms, and watching her with awe and confusion.

"Yes, I'll marry you! I mean, of course I'll marry you!" If she smiled any harder, she might've pulled something. Marinette squealed and pulled her fiancé into a tight embrace, rubbing her face into his shirt. Tears had finally reached her and there was no stopping them. She was elated.

Although it took a while, that same elation finally reached Adrien, the shock now having left his system. Water sprung from his eyes and he hugged her back, guiding her face back up to his for a tearful kiss. Unable to contain himself, he stood, promptly lifted his fiancée from the ground, and twirled around the room.

"This is the best day of my life!" Adrien declared.

"Better than the day I told you I loved you?" Marinette asked coyly, her cheeks still damp.

"Better than that!" he confirmed, kissing her again. Setting her down gently, he reached into his pocket for the small box and produced the glistening ring. Already having long forgone the formalities, he took the ring from the box and wordlessly asked for Marinette's left hand, which he procured with no fuss at all. His heart pumped vigorously while he slipped the ring onto her finger, feeling as if he might burst.

"Thank you, Marinette," he whispered, bringing her back in for another hug and kissing her forehead.

"For what?" she replied.

"For saying yes."

"Well, thank you for asking. Thank you for loving me."

Author's Note: As mentioned in the episode Climatika, the French refer to "puppy dog eyes" as "des yeux des petit chat" which is the eyes of a little cat. So, I thought the closest translation would be "kitten eyes". Please correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm fairly certain that's what I heard?