A/n - Based on a prompt by redsexyrebelle, Marinette is one of many employees working for Gabriel Agreste.
"Have you heard? The boss is back at work today."
"Already? I was hoping he'd be convinced to take more time off. Work is so much easier when his son is in charge."
Marinette heard the gossip of her coworkers as she headed in to her desk. Her boss, Gabriel Agreste, had been involved in a traffic accident the week before. Reportedly, he had suffered a bad shoulder sprain, which had kept him out of the office for most of a week. Everyone had been worrying about him while he was out, but now that he was back on his feet and issuing orders, many were already starting to gripe again.
At her desk, she found a sticky note stuck to the screen of her computer. 'Marinette, to my office, immediately'. She snatched her portfolio out of its drawer and headed straight for management. She wasn't afraid of him, as so many were. Here boss appeared to like her, and rarely had a stern word for her ears. This was probably about the project she had turned in while he was out. His son, Adrien, had reviewed it in his place, but Gabriel likely wanted to give input for himself now that he was able. She knocked twice and entered the room. The first thing she noticed was that Adrien was standing next to his father's desk, his hands crossed, staring at the floor. Such a quiet demeanor wasn't usual for the chipper young man, she wondered if his father had just told him off. She hoped it wasn't on account of her. She'd had a crush on the boss' son nearly as long as she'd worked for them, and she would feel awful if she had contributed to him getting in trouble.
"Sit down," Gabriel told her. She obeyed. "I've had some time to think while I was out," he continued. "I was lucky. If I'd been sitting just a bit to the side of where I was, I might not have escaped with my life. I've realized I may have to consider a time where Adrien will have to take over my estate - including this company. I called you here today because I want to make sure..." he paused and stared down Marinette, "that he will have the right people he needs to support him."
"Me?"
"You do not have to agree to anything, but know that out of all the available women here, Adrien specifically requested you. If you do decide to take on additional responsibilities, you will be promoted. Your new position will be directly under Adrien." Gabriel pushed a fresh job contract across the table.
Marinette immediately picked up a pen, she expected she would be signing it just as soon as she glanced through. The front side looked normal, it gave her the ability to order around her current peers. It wasn't until she red the flip side that a shiver went down her spine. 'produce an heir'. It was then that she realized Adrien was no longer staring at the floor, his eyes bore into her, trying to gage her reaction.
"Father, may I have a word alone with Marinette?"
"Go ahead."
"Marinette, will you come with me to my office?"
Marinette followed Adrien to his office next door. On the way over, she imagined what it would be like to 'produce his heir'. As much as she was attracted to him, the offer was tempting. Adrien was a gentle man, she'd daydreamed before that he would be a good father. She wanted to be loved by him, but maybe she was. Gabriel had said that Adrien specifically requested her, after all.
"Shut the door behind you," Adrien ordered her. As soon as she complied he turned to face her, bouncing nervously on the balls of his feet. "You've probably realized by now... but... my father wants me to have a kid. He wants to oversee the process to be sure that I" Adrien looked down his nose and in an officious voice said, " 'select a woman of quality for the job'. In his normal voice he continued, "we don't always agree what a 'quality woman' is, but we both think pretty highly of you. So, what I'm asking you is an enormous favor, to help me keep the peace with my dad."
"You want me," she had to be sure she understood his intentions correctly, "to have a baby with you?"
"It's a lot to ask of you, I know. If you can help me, I'll forever be grateful to you! Otherwise my father's just going to set me up with someone else, and I don't think I could stand to know who that would be. If there's anything I could do to make you comfortable... we could keep it fully professional if you want, or, on the contrary, I could try to make it romantic -"
"I'll do it."
"Or, if you'd rather avoid a sexual encounter with me, there's artificial -"
"Adrien, I said I'll do it," Marinette said a little louder. The force of her voice brought his eyes to meet hers, causing them both to blush.
"You will? Are you sure? I didn't pressure you did I?"
"Adrien, I, I want to do this."
Gabriel looked on approvingly as Marinette signed the contract. "I take it you two were discussing how you would go about doing this when you were out of the room? You may have a little time to adjust your plans, but I want your first attempt to be no later than two months from now. Is that clear? Marinette, you may return to your desk for now. Arrangements for your own office will be made shortly."
"Hey!" Adrien greeted Marinette in the lunch room, jumping up to sit on the table, next to where she was eating.
"Would you get down from there?" she swatted at his arm, "what if your father saw you doing that?"
"Whoa! Where'd that bit of sass come from? Hormonal already and you're not even pregnant yet! Must be psychological. Speaking of which, how do you want to begin?"
"Already?"
"Well," he put a hand to the back of his neck, "it's still too soon to start actively, but I thought that maybe we should talk out our plan, in case we want to use most of the two months to prepare in some way. I want you to be comfortable, so you have to tell me if you want to sleep with me or if you'd rather have IVF."
"Adrien, am I attractive to you?"
"Why are you asking that now? It doesn't change -"
"I've agreed to have your baby, I think I deserve to know. Why did you pick me? Are you asking me for a favor as a friend, or, putting aside the talk of babies for a minute, would you want to have sex with me?"
"Don't you know? Marinette, I'm pretty sure any guy - or any guy who's at least somewhat into girls - would be interested in a girl like you."
"Do you really think so? Then, I want to be your girlfriend - just until the baby is born, then we can figure out what to do from there. It's okay if it doesn't work out, but I want to try to make it romantic. I don't know how else I could explain it to my family, or when they're older, to our kid. I'd prefer if it all, the emotions too, could feel natural. Is that okay with you?"
Adrien leaned over and planted a kiss on top of her head, "as you wish, Princess."
"Do you want to come in?" Adrien had walked Marinette home after their third date. Now she turned to face him in her doorway. They were already good friends before the recent development, and he'd been inside her apartment before, but this invitation was different. He could tell she felt so too, the way she gnawed on her lip after asking him.
"Sure," he came inside, "I have a while before I have to leave. What do you have in mind?"
"That depends, but you should know I've been tracking my cycle, and I'm ovulating."
There was only one reason she would be telling him that. "Are you ready? We can't put it off too long, but we do have until next month."
"How about we feel it out and see how it goes? I - actually don't know if I have the nerves to follow through with this. If either one of us feels too uncomfortable with this, we can stop. Next month we don't have that luxury."
"Okay, stop me if this goes too far." He kissed her, and somewhere in that kiss, a switch flipped in each of their brains. Instincts took over and unease melted. They knew she was getting pregnant that night.
"Follow me," she lead him into her bedroom.
"Do you want to prop yourself up?" he asked her.
"Mmm," she faltered, "that's supposed to be good for conception, isn't it? I suppose I should." She gathered up pillows and rolled up blankets, enough to keep her hips raised off the bed, then stepped back to inspect her work. "Um, would it be more sexy for you if I undress in front of you, or do you want to wait outside while I arrange myself on the bed?"
Adrien's straining member told him it wanted the quickest route to gratification, and under these circumstances, it seemed morally acceptable to think with his penis. "Let's not mess around," he told her, "I want you naked now."
"I'm close," he told her, "are you ready?"
"Hold on, take it out a second." The moment he withdrew she felt empty, but knew that in a moment she would be filled up more than ever. She pulled her knees up to her chest and spread her thighs apart with her hands. It wasn't exactly comfortable, which was why she'd saved this position for last minute. "Okay, do it."
He plunged back into her, reaching farther than he'd been able to before. His penis pulsed, and he felt a tremor from her in response. He looked into her eyes, and she nodded. Her admission earlier, that she didn't know if she could go through with it, had scared him a little, but he could see she was past that. She was confident and ready to be a mother. Filled with warm emotions and his climax, he exploded into her.
"You're two months are almost up, Adrien," Gabriel noted, "are you and Marinette ready to take the next step?"
"Uh..." Adrien laughed nervously.
"Adrien. You are planning on doing it aren't you?"
"We're doing it," Adrien confirmed. "The thing is, we got a little excited last month and we..."
"Is it already done?" Gabriel asked, sounding slightly amused.
"Maybe," Adrien squeaked, his face turning bright pink. "She bled a little when her period was due, but she said it was way lighter than normal. She tried two different brands of home pregnancy test and," he sighed, "got one negative and one positive. She has a doctor's appointment later this week."
"Good," Gabriel nodded, "update me as soon as you know." It sounded to him like Marinette probably was pregnant. He was no expert, but he'd learned back when his wife was pregnant with Adrien that a woman's body could react in a variety of strange ways the first time she carried a child. He hoped it was true, not only because he wanted a grandchild, but because the symptoms Adrien described would be far more worrisome if they couldn't be attributed to pregnancy.
"Do you think they'll be angry?" Adrien asked. "We haven't been dating all that long, might they think it's too soon for us to have a child?"
"Well, at least we didn't meet each other just two months ago. They know we were already close even before we officially started dating." Marinette briefly pondered whether she would like to reveal her secret to him, then decided that with as far as their relationship had progressed, it would be silly to keep her feelings hidden any longer. "They knew about my feelings for you and they approved of you as well. They were so excited when I told them we were together!"
A warm glow spread in Adrien's heart. A part of him had known all along that Marinette loved him. That's why he'd felt comfortable asking her to have a family with him. Then when he asked her she'd affirmed that she wanted to do it with him, but she hadn't really said why she wanted it. Now that she had verbally mentioned having feelings for him, a rush of confidence surged through him. "Come on then, if they're glad we're together, your family should be extra glad about something that's going to keep us together."
Marinette wondered if Adrien realized what he'd said. Their baby was going to keep them together? That's what she'd been daring to hope all along!
"Congratulations, Mrs. Agreste," the nurse transferred the newborn into Marinette's arms. Marinette kissed the baby's head. Her contract was over, but her life was changed forever. She and Adrien had married a few months prior. When her third trimester had rolled around the end of their obligations to each other were in sight, but they didn't want it to be so. They'd sought a more final way to lay claim to each other. Together, they would shape their baby into a fine human being, and the heir of a fashion empire. "Hello little one, you have no idea how important you are."