Ladybug looks at me and I sit up on my bed. "Well, hello. At least this time my hair isn't a mess." "Can I hang out here?" Ladybug asks, walking further into the room. She's carrying some kind of magazine or maybe its a sketchbook under her arm.

I grin at her, glancing at the clock which reads its after eleven at night. "I thought if you were out after midnight, something bad would happen." Ladybug smiles back at me. "I suppose there are some exceptions to that rule. And I have to meet with Argos soon. We have some investigating to do." "My love, if your thinking to raid the pantry for snacks, I'd be happy to assist."

She sits down in my desk chair. "Don't you need to get your beauty sleep for the shoot tomorrow?" "Makeup can do wonders." "So I've been told." I point to the magazine in her hand, now that I can see it more clearly. "What's that?" "I found one of your mother's old articles in my magazine rack," she says. "I thought after the shoot tomorrow, we could have some fun designing a suit and a dress." "Did I tell you the story about when Mother made a suit for Father?" Ladybug's eyes are soft as she shakes her head. "I'd love to hear though."

We head over to the couch so we'll be more comfortable, and I take her hand. "Mother was so excited when she wanted to make Father a suit for Christmas. She had every detail planned out, and even supervised most of the stitching and making. I knew about the present, but was supposed to keep it a secret. However, Mother even kept a secret from me, for there was one extra accessory that came with the suit. Something Father and I would always agree on, a piece of clothing that we hated." "What was it?" Ladybug asks, her eyes bright with curiously. "A bow-tie. To this day, I refuse to wear them. That's why you always see me wearing ties." "Oh, Adrien…." Ladybug begins to giggle and she snorts with laughter. "That's one of the funniest stories you've told me. What did your father do when he opened the suit?" "He loved the suit because Mother had made it, but when she insisted he wear the bow-tie to a family dinner, he was hopping mad." By now, tears of laughter are streaming down our faces and I hear a knock at the door.

"Oh, that'd be Felix. And the answer to your question is yes." "Great, I'll leave the magazine with you for the night." I open the door to see Felix in his Beethoven Shirt and a nightcap on his head. "What's so funny that you had to wake me from a pleasant dream?" Felix asks, sleepily. "Remember the story with the bow-tie?" Felix smiles. "Do I? You wouldn't touch anything with a bow-tie shape for a month, Adrien, Not even bow-tie pasta." "Speaking of food, do you want a cup of hot chocolate, love, before you go off with Felix?" "That sounds great." "I'll meet you in a bit," Felix says, wandering back to his room.

"Felix is great, but he kinda reminded me of Scrooge in his pajamas. A musical Scrooge," Ladybug giggles as we wait for the milk to heat. I take her hands. "Of course, you could never be a Scrooge, my love. Even in the morning, your so cherry." "As if! Without my morning coffee, I'm at my grumpiest." "It may not be morning now, but I think I know a way to make you smile." Ladybug cocks her head. "Oh? How?" "Like this," I answer, lifting her onto the island so she doesn't have to stand on tiptoe so I can kiss her. She seems hungry for the physical touch tonight, and I stroke a tendril of hair gently. "Can I try something?" she breathes, eyes closed. "Anything." "Move just a little closer. There." Ladybug opens her eyes and gently starts to trace where my mask would be over my face. With my love language being physical touch, she doesn't know how good that feels.

The milk bubbles in the pan, signaling our flirting time is over. I watch her walk out of the kitchen to meet Felix, and I wash the two mugs quickly. Then I trudge up to bed, falling asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow.

To bad in the morning, I can't daydream about M'lady, but at least I can grab her cup of coffee and I send her a text, telling her I'll meet her at the studio.

I see her enter the revolving doors and even with her mask, her eyes look tired and troubled. "Didn't sleep well?" I ask, as I give her her good morning hug. She doesn't answer, she only wraps her arms around my waist hugging me hard. "Just a nightmare," Ladybug answers after straightening up. "Oh, is that for me?" I laugh as she reaches for it, and Ladybug takes a long sip. "Will you do my hair and make-up?" she asks, as we show our ID cards at the gate. I look at her, surprised. "I thought you'd liked those girls." "I do, but they ask so many questions, and I'm in a quiet mood today." I squeeze her hand and lean over to kiss her cheek. "Okay, I'll see what I can do."

Ladybug's luck must of have rubbed off on me, because we get a room all to ourselves. "You still want to hang out after the shoot?" I ask, untying her ribbons and taking out her bands. "If I could runaway right now I would," Ladybug says, softly. "Remember, you can tell me anything. How do you get your hair so silky soft?" I ask, brushing through it, and notice its length. Her long dark hair which used to be so short cascades to her waist. "Just shampoo and condition."

She doesn't seem to be in the mood for talking, and I'm concerned about her. This couldn't be just the result of her nightmare, could it?

I don't like when Vincent keeps yelling at her when she seems to be struggling with the different poses, so I gently help her, while whispering words of comfort.

When the shoot finishes, she tells me she'll meet me up front and when I get dressed in my regular clothes, I find her hiding in the coat-room crying.

"Vincent didn't need to be that hard on you," I tell her, wrapping her in my arms. "I'll talk to him." "No, I was distracted, and I should have been more focused. I did feel like the spotlight was shining solely on me, and today of all days, I didn't want to be shining on me."

"Let's get out of here, and you'll start to feel better once we're doing something fun." "Okay," she says, gently closing the door of the coat-room and taking out the Miraculous of the Horse. "Oh, we're leaving Paris?" I ask, surprised. "Only for the afternoon, or possibly the evening. That's okay, right?" I nod, giving her a slight bow.

"Ready when your are."

We step through the portal, and the first thing I notice is the blazing sun and the crowds of people that walk by the alleyway. "Come on, let's get to designing," Ladybug says, taking my hand and sounding like her old self. "We're are we anyway?" I ask, as we dodge the crowds. "A little island in the middle of nowhere, where I like to escape to when I want to get away."

The island seems very friendly, and people seem to recognize Ladybug. Farmers selling produce call out from their stalls. "Why escape to here when you could live here?" I ask, only half-joking. Ladybug stops and looks at me, those beautiful eyes of hers serious. "Because I have unfinished work in Paris."

We reach the shop of one of her designer friends, and we spend a happy day having fun. Here on the island, it seems that Ladybug's worries melt away, and she's my Bugaboo, cute and sassy as ever.

"You must stay for the dance tonight on the beach!" her friend encourages and Ladybug looks at me. "I'm always down for a good party." "Great, its settled." When we leave, we stop at some of the fruit stalls, and the fruit is so fresh and sweet, only picked off the trees this morning. When we start to feel full, Ladybug leads me back through the crowds and she walks up to one of the huts. "You have a house here?" I ask with amazement. "Just a rental. I may not be a bird, but a vagabond, a bird without a nest."

She unlocks the door and we step inside. Its nicely furnished without being to much. "You want a cup of tea and some graham crackers?" she asks. "Love some."

We head into the kitchen to have our snack, and wait for sunset for the party. While we sip our tea, I tell Ladybug more stories about my mother. "Adrien, I need to tell you something," Ladybug looks pale. "Your not feeling ill, are you?" I ask. "No. Felix and I explored the upper rooms last night at your house and we found Hawkmoth's lair. "

The teacup in my hands drops and shatters, but I barely notice the sound. "My father was Hawkmoth?" "Not was, is. I still need confirmation, but I'm almost certain I saw him. I don't want to you to think I'm lying, so tomorrow night, I'll show you what Felix and I found." I nod, barely registering the words.

Instead, pain laps at my heart. I wish I would of known sooner, even if it isn't Ladybug's fault. But I had so many chances to save him, to change his heart. Like she said, she's still needs proof that he's alive, but if he's alive, does that mean my mother's alive too?