Marinette paced about the wreckage she called a room, trying to calmly freak out without alarming any neighbors and passersby. Everything was going by in a rush and she wanted it to slow down, or she was going to have a mental breakdown alongside her panic attack.

Happiness and worry plagued her without remorse. She had to figure out what to tell him, how to say it, when to say it. There was no doubt that she had to tell him. Or maybe she should go to the doctor's first. There was the possibility that it was all in her head, and that she was making up and producing false symptoms, because her brain could have totally done that. And she didn't want to worry him. He would definitely freak out more than she was. Probably.

But if she didn't tell him, she'd have to freak out by herself until after she had gone to the doctors, and Marinette wasn't sure her brain could handle that. Heart racing, she left her room to pace their living room, grabbing hold of a cushion while she did.

Tikki was floating about frantically, trying to calm the girl, reminding her that she nothing to be worried about.

"You should be happy Marinette!"

"But what if he's not ready? What if I'm not ready?" Marinette dropped the cushion she was holding onto and gripped the sides of her head. "What if this is a mistake and the doctor tells me I'm making it all up? Then Adrien would file for a divorce,, and move out and hate me forever, and I'd die alone with no one to love me."

"Marinette."

"WHAT IF MY PERIOD COMES BACK AFTER I TELL HIM?"

"Marinette."

In that moment, before Tikki could utter another word, the door unlocked and Marinette made a squeak of a noise at the sudden appearance of her husband. He was holding a couple bags of groceries when he walked in.

"Hey Bugaboo, you're awake. I got some croissants for you." Adrien grinned from cheek to cheek at the sight of her. God, she loved him. A bit of her panic subsided at the sight of him, but returned at the memory that she still probably had to tell him. He stepped toward her to give her a quick peck on the lips before walking toward the kitchen. She just had to say it. Rip it off like a band-aid.

"Adrien I missed my period by 3 weeks." It came out in one breath. He halted in his tracks, turning slowly to face her.

"What?"

"I… my period didn't come."

"But, but we used…"

"I know! But, whoops. I guess."

"Whoops," he muttered, a blank expression on his face from shock. Marinette's lips thinned and she swallowed hard. A million scenarios popped into her mind and she tried to push them away with the focus she held onto reading his countenance.

"Adrien?"

"You're pregnant?" he asked, a smile growing on his lips.

"Well, I'm not sure, but… yea, I think so."

"You're pregnant?!" he repeated, dropping all he had to run and embrace her. "You're pregnant! I can't believe you're pregnant! I'm going to be a dad!" Marinette couldn't hold back the tears of relief as he rejoiced over the news.

"I'm glad you're happy!" she beamed. Although he had married her, she would always be the littlest bit uncertain that he loved her. He would simply have to reassure her every day for the rest of their lives, and a part of her realized that he was entirely willing and happy to do that.

"Are you kidding? I'm ecstatic! I'm over the moon!" His lips crashed into hers and she allowed the warmth that followed the passion to flood over her. "Can I pick the name?" Adrien asked as soon as his lips parted from hers. Marinette's brows furrowed.

"No. I've had them planned out for years."

"Aww, what did you have in mind?"

"Emma, for girl. Hugo for a boy."

"… Okay, I can accept those. If that's what you want, My Lady."

"It is, Chaton. As long as this," she gestured to her stomach, "is what you want."

"More than anything."

Author's Note: The other idea I had for this was them in the middle of sexy times and they finish they realize the condom is literally broken and whoops but I thought this would be fluffier J