AN: Hello everyone! I am back with chapter 2! Also, I have since decided that this story may end up being a lot longer than I originally anticipated; for the simple fact that I just have SOOOO many ideas for it! Anyway, enjoy!
"Hello, you have reached the American Hospital of Paris, my name is Sabrina, how may I help you?"
The sounds in emergency room were so familiar to her ears that she was able to drown them out with no issue. The sounds of beeping machines, the ambulances blaring outside, the occasional cry of a sick child, it was an everyday thing.
Though what she didn't expect was to hear a familiar voice rushing in through the doors.
"Can you help us, please?"
"Yes, yes, just go up to the front desk."
Sabrina heard footsteps approaching her spot at the front desk. "Yes, sounds like an infection, I recommend coming in to see a doctor as soon as possible," she said into the phone. "Okay, sounds good, bye-bye."
She hung up the phone and turned around. Standing in front of her was a young man and woman, about her age. Their eyes made them look as though they hadn't slept in days. "How may I help you guys?"
Marinette blinked when she spoke. "S-Sabrina? Is that you?", she asked.
The nurse looked at her, squinting her eyes. "Oh! Marinette?", she asked, looking back and forth between them. "And Adrien, of course."
Adrien nodded rapidly. "Yeah, yeah it's us," he said, a hint of panic in his voice. "Can we please get some help?"
Sabrina's demeanor changed almost immediately, remembering where she was. "Oh, yes, yes," she grabbed a clipboard from underneath the desk and handed it to him. "What seems to be the problem?"
The couple looked at each other, as if asking the other to speak. Marinette picked up first. "Well I um, I'm pregnant," she said. "But something is definitely wrong."
Sabrina's smile turned into a frown when she heard those words. "Oh goodness," she looked down and looked at the blood stain on the front of Marinette's pants. She also noticed that Adrien was holding onto her, keeping her steady. "We have some wheelchairs over there, hang on."
She walked out from behind the desk and brought over a wheelchair, offering Marinette to sit down. Once they were back at the desk, she spoke. "Okay Adrien, I just need you to fill that out and someone will call you back shortly, okay?"
He shook his head. "But she's bleeding, can't we go back now?", he said, raising his voice a little. He felt Marinette grab his arm.
"Adrien, it's okay," she said soothingly.
Sabrina took note of his demeanor and nodded. "I will go put in word to the doctors that this is a more serious emergency," she said. "It should only be a few more minutes."
"Thank you so much, Sabrina," Marinette said, her face lighting up just a little.
"It's no problem at all," she said. "Anything for two of my favorite former classmates."
As Sabrina walked off, Adrien wheeled Marinette over to the waiting room section, sitting down and looking at the paper in front of him. "Do you feel well enough to fill this out?"
She could still feel her body shaking, the shock slowly wearing off as she began to calm down. "Y-Yeah I think I can," she said, grabbing it from him. She looked at the paper in front of her. She had filled out these types of forms before, but her mind just couldn't focus. It seemed so tedious in that moment.
Adrien found himself looking off into space as his mind kept going back to what had transpired less than half an hour ago. Marinette's quiet screams of his name, the visible shaking, the blood covered sheets. It was all too surreal.
"Are you okay, Adrien?", her soft voice called out to him.
He looked at her, seeing her worried expression. He hadn't yet noticed that he was now shaking as well. "If you want the truth," he began, his voice soft. "Then no, I'm not."
She put a hand on top of his. "Me either," she said. "Let's just hope that everything will be fine." Her words felt fake as she could feel deep within her that it was actually a lie.
"Okay guys," a voice said.
They looked up to see Sabrina standing in front of them. "Come with me," she said, grabbing the clipboard from Marinette.
Adrien stood up, grabbing the handles of the wheelchair as they followed her down the halls. The eery silence beckoned him to speak. "So um, Sabrina," he began. "How has Chloé been?"
"As you'd expect," she answered. "Ever since her father passed down the hotel to her, she's become even more extravagant than ever."
Marinette was glad neither of them could see her roll her eyes. "Of course," she said. "Glad to know she's doing well, though."
"Yes, it is," Adrien said. "Haven't heard from her much lately."
"I'll talk to her about that," Sabrina said. "Anyway, I hope everything is fine with you two. I will keep the both of you and your little baby in my thoughts." She stopped in front of a room, gesturing for them to go inside.
Marinette grabbed her hand. "Thank you so much, Sabrina," she said.
Sabrina squeezed her hand. Her face softened as she looked at her. For all the time she had known Marinette, she didn't think she had ever seen such a distraught face behind her bright smile. Even Adrien, who was almost always a symbol of perfection, had the face of horror written all over him. "It's my pleasure," she said. "I'll be by to check up on you two later."
As she walked away, Adrien wheeled Marinette into the room and helped her lay across the examination table.
The room was small and cold. It was the middle of the night, so the room seemed almost as dim as the night sky.
He pulled up a chair and sat next to her, immediately grabbing her hand. He could hear her breathing, her voice shaky as she let out a few breaths. "Try to stay calm, my lady," he said, reassuringly. "The doctor will be here soon."
Marinette could feel more tears poking at the corners of her eyes. "I-I can't," she said, her voice almost breaking. "I'm so scared, Adrien."
Hearing her voice in that tone was enough to make his heart hurt. "I'm scared, too," he admitted. "But we need to wait and see what the doctor says, okay?"
She sniffled. "I suppose you're right," she said. "Thank you for always being here for me. I don't know what I'd do without you."
Adrien stood up and gave her a hug. "You know I'll always be here for you, no matter what," he said, giving her a kiss on the forehead. "I love you so, so much."
"I love you too," she said. Her hand flew to her stomach as the pain came back once again. This time it spread to her groin and her legs, feeling an intense heat that made her groan loudly.
Adrien let go of her and stepped back a bit. "Hang on, I'll go find someone," he said, leaving the room.
His footsteps became a distant sound to her ears as he exited the room, her sense of protection gone almost immediately. She took deep breaths to try and calm her screaming stomach.
Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale
It was of no use, nothing could clear her mind at that moment. All she could think about was her baby, her little peanut.
"Remember what Adrien said, Marinette," said a soft voice.
She opened her eyes and looked to her left to see Tikki sticking her head out of Adrien's bag. "Tikki, you need to be hiding," she managed to say as the pain finally began to dissipate.
"I know," said the kwami. "But Plagg and I are just worried, that's all."
"I know you guys are," Marinette said, a small smile forming on her face. "But Adrien could come back at my moment with the doctor."
"Understood," Tikki said. "We'll just be in here listening." She slid back down into the bag, taking a spot next to Plagg.
Marinette turned her attention to the door as Adrien stood in the doorway, hands on his knees as he was panting. "Did you run?", she asked, looking him up and down.
"Maybe just a bit," he said, breathing heavily. "Sorry, but I did track down a doctor."
She sighed, shaking her head slightly at her husband's shenanigans. "Sit down over here, we don't need you passing out too," she said, pointing to the chair next to her.
He went and returned to his seat next to her, just as a doctor walked into the room.
"Hello, is this Marinette Dupain-Agreste?", her voice asked as she looked at a clipboard in front of her.
"That would be me, yes," Marinette answered. "And this is Adrien, my husband."
The doctor shut the door behind her, brightening the lights in the room. "I'm Doctor Laurent, nice to meet you both," she said, walking over to them. "Now according to your sheet, it says that you're pregnant, correct?"
Marinette nodded.
"And how far along are you?"
"Twelve weeks, almost thirteen," she answered. "I'm supposed to have an appointment later this morning."
"Okay, I see," the doctor said, taking note of her words. "And it appears you've been bleeding and having abdominal pain as well?"
"That is correct," Marinette said. "Also these splitting headaches."
"Alright, well, I think our first course of action would be to do an ultrasound," said Dr. Laurent. She dimmed the lights once again and brought over a monitor. "This will be a little cold, so be warned."
Marinette lifted up her shirt to reveal her small bump. The doctor squirted some jelly onto it, making her jump slightly. She felt Adrien squeeze her hand.
"I told ya," said Dr. Laurent, smiling at her. "Alright, let's check things out." She turned on the monitor, taking out the probe. Once she put it onto Marinette's stomach, a picture of her uterus appeared on the screen.
Adrien and Marinette watched as the doctor moved the probe around, the anxiety building up as they noticed the blank expression on her face. Without warning, she moved the monitor away from their view and typed something on the keyboard.
The couple looked at each other, as if they knew their worst fears were being confirmed. Marinette could already feel the tears returning to her eyes, prompting Adrien to wipe them away with his thumb.
Doctor Laurent took the probe away, turning off the monitor. She pulled it back over near the door, where she then turned the lights back on. Walking back over to the couple, she grabbed a small towel to wipe off Marinette's stomach. She then took a seat on the other side of her.
"I'm sad to say that it's just as I suspected," she said. "You're having a miscarriage. The pain and bleeding you've been experiencing is your body trying to expel the pregnancy."
Marinette gasped for breath, the tears coming down her cheeks like an unstoppable force. "No…no…," she said, her voice shaking. "How can this happen?" She turned to look at Adrien, who also had very noticeable tears coming down his own cheeks.
"I'm so sorry," the doctor told them. "I'll give you two a minute alone while I go check on other patients."
As soon as she had left and closed the door behind her, the dam broke. Marinette found herself with Adrien's arms wrapped around her as she began to sob. His shirt became wet with her tears as he began rubbing circles on her back.
"Why…why…", she repeated, burying her face deeper into Adrien's shirt. "Everything was fine yesterday, a-and now our baby…is gone."
Adrien wanted to speak, he wanted to tell her that everything would be okay. Nothing he had ever learnt in his life could tell him how to act in this situation. He had fought dozens of nasty supervillains, who had turned out to be regular people with their own personal problems. But this was absolutely nothing compared to any of that.
All he knew in that moment was that he needed to be there for Marinette. "Shhh, it's okay," he tried to soothe her. "We'll get through this, I know we will." He lifted up his glasses to wipe his own eyes as he spoke.
Marinette knew deep within her that what Adrien said was right. They had been through so much together. They save Paris together all the time. But the pain she felt in that moment created such a strong hole in her chest that she pushed all of it to the back of her mind. "What did I do wrong?", she asked, swallowing the lump in her throat. "I've done everything I was supposed to, what did I do, Adrien?"
Adrien leaned back to look at her, brushing the strands of loose hair out of her red, puffy face. "You didn't do anything wrong, ma chérie," he said, trying to reassure her. "Sometimes these things just happen and we'll never know why."
Marinette laid her head back on the table, covering her face with her hands. How would Paris feel if they knew what she was going through in that current moment? How could she be Ladybug if she couldn't even save her own baby? She could hear Adrien's soothing words in her ears as he began to play with her loose hair.
"Just take deep breaths," he said in a soft voice. "You'll make yourself sick." The pain he felt in that moment was a familiar one. The thoughts of feeling useless and feeling as though he could've done something to prevent it did run through his mind briefly. But he decided that to keep himself sane in that moment, he needed to make sure Marinette calmed down.
She began to take deep breaths in and out, squeezing Adrien's hand as his other one wiped tears from her cheeks. "Thank you, Adrien," she managed to say. She returned the favor by wiping tears from his cheeks as well.
He brought her hand up to his lips and kissed her knuckles. "Anything for you, my lady," he said. "Let's wait and see what else the doctor has to say."
Marinette tried to contain herself for the moment, her body still shaking. They turned towards the door to see Doctor Laurent entering once again. "Hello there, Mr. and Mrs. Dupain-Agreste," she said. "So sorry to keep you waiting, but I did discuss this with the other doctors and we think it's best if we kept Marinette a bit longer. Just to make sure the bleeding doesn't get too out of hand."
Marinette bit her lip. "Am I going to be okay?", she asked, her voice small.
"I definitely think so," the doctor said, a small smile on her face. "I'll get you a gown and then I'll take you down to your room so we can get you admitted."
Marinette looked to Adrien, who didn't hesitate to grab her and help her sit down gently in the wheelchair. They followed Doctor Laurent, who led them into an elevator that took them to another part of the hospital. She led them down a long hallway before stopped in front of a room.
"Here ya go," she said, gesturing for them to go inside. "Feel free to make yourselves at home for now."
They went inside, examining the room thoroughly. It was a decent sized room with only one bed, meaning Marinette would be the only patient inside of it. There was a futon on the other side of the room along with a television in the very front. Off to the side was a small bathroom.
"Thank you," Marinette said, turning her head to look at her.
"It's my pleasure," she answered back sweetly. "It's what I'm here for, after all." She closed the door behind her, leaving the couple alone once again.
Marinette began to stand up. "Adrien, can you please help me to the bathroom?", she asked.
"Yes of course," he said, going to stand in front of her. He wrapped his arm around her back, helping her walk the short distance to the bathroom. Once inside, she grabbed ahold of the counter. "You can take it from here, right Milady?" He handed her the hospital gown as well.
She nodded, grabbing the gown from him. "Yeah I'll be fine," she said, closing the door.
While she took care of business, Adrien took it upon himself to put their things in the room. He walked around, admiring the coziness of the room. That wouldn't usually be an adjective one would use to describe such a place, but it did feel very homey. Taking out his phone, he checked the time.
5:45am.
He sat down on the futon, feeling the weight of his own body begging for him to lie down. His eyes were sore and red from both lack of sleep and the crying, with more tears still begging to come out at any moment.
In an effort to help calm his nerves a bit more, he dialed a familiar number.
Nathalie yawned as she opened her eyes, wiping the dried pieces of sleep from the corners. She looked to her right to see Gabriel still sound asleep, his fingers tangled loosely in her hair. The smells of the beach and ocean hair filled her nose as the breeze blew in softly from the window.
She turned over slightly, reaching for her phone on the table next to her. Her eyes widened as she looked at the screen.
Two missed calls from Adrien.
At that moment, she knew something was off. Just before they left, Adrien had promised that he wouldn't disturb them unless it was an absolute emergency. She moved Gabriel's hand away from her head so that she could sit up as she dialed the number back.
"Hello? Adrien?", she said into the phone as soon as he picked up. "No, no you're not bothering me at all." She noticed the slight squeak in his voice as he spoke. "Sweetheart, what's the matter? Are you crying?" Her heart sank into her chest as he spoke the next sentence. "Oh…oh my goodness. How are you two hanging in there?"
Gabriel began to stir as she talked on the phone, listening in to her side of the conversation.
"I will make sure your father and I are on the next flight back to Paris," she continued. "No, you're not ruining our vacation, not at all. Don't apologize, Adrien, you and Marinette need us right now and that's what's important." Her voice became sterner as she spoke. "I'll let you know when we arrive to the airport, don't worry about a thing. Be there for Marinette right now. She needs you, Adrien."
Gabriel's eyes widened, along with his curiosity as he listened to her words. What on earth could they be talking about?
"I will, we both will, I promise," she said, her own voice beginning to crack. "I love you Adrien, we'll see you as soon as we can. Bye-bye."
She hit the end button on her phone and sat it back on the table. Feeling Gabriel's hand on her shoulder, she turned to him.
"Nathalie, what on earth just happened?", he asked, raising his voice a little. "What's so important that we need to leave?"
She took a deep breath, trying to push the urge to cry into the back of her throat for a moment. "It was Adrien, he called me from the hospital," she said.
He sat up. "Adrien? Why? What happened to my son?", he asked, his voice becoming urgent.
She shook her head. "It's not him, it's…it's Marinette," she said. She took off her glasses to wipe her eyes. "She was pregnant and they lost the baby."
Gabriel sat straight up, his mouth agape. "They…what?", he said, taking a moment to process her words. Surely if his son and daughter-in-law were expecting a baby, they would've told him, right? "How can this be?"
"I think we should ask questions later and focus on the task at hand," Nathalie said, throwing the covers off of herself. "We need to get back to Paris as soon as possible."
Before she got out of bed, Gabriel grabbed her arm and pulled her back to him. "Have I ever told you that you look very beautiful when you're so determined?", he said, his voice becoming alluring. He leaned forward and kissed her lips, trying to savor their last few moments together.
She put her hands on his cheeks, pushing herself deeper into the kiss. Once they released, she leaned her forehead against his. "No, but I appreciate it," she said. "And while it is very tempting to want to lie here in bed with you and let you play with my hair a bit longer, we have some children who need us."
Gabriel nodded. "Understood," he said. "How about you schedule our flight while I pack our things?" She accepted the order and picked up her phone once again. "Oh, and if they refuse, tell them who I am and that it is a dire emergency."
"Yes, sir," she said, eyes widening when she realized what she had said. "I mean, yes, honey." They exchanged a smile as he got up to begin collecting their luggage.
Nathalie dialed the number to the airport and began speaking as soon as someone picked up on the other line. "Hello, my name is Nathalie Sancœur-Agreste, I need to book the next available flight to Paris, France immediately."
He could hear her speaking into the phone behind him, but all of her words were drowned out by his thoughts. Adrien was going to be a father, but he didn't bother telling him? He knew in the back of his mind that he definitely would have told him sooner or later, but the fact he didn't know and to hear that the baby is now gone was…very disheartening.
Gabriel began throwing their clothes into their suitcases, making sure not to leave anything. As he did so, he could feel his body slowly becoming weaker as it told him to sit back down.
Nathalie hung up the phone, sitting it down on the table. "You will be happy to know that I had no trouble getting us tickets," she said. "We leave in-" She turned around, noticing that he was sitting on the edge of the bed. His body was slumped over as he held his head in his hands.
She crawled across the bed, gently wrapping her arms across the back of his neck as she laid her head on top of his.
He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "They don't deserve this," he said, his voice shaking slightly as he felt tears poking at the corners of his eyes.
"No, they don't," Nathalie said. "But they need all the support right now." She tightened her grip on him as she heard him begin to cry softly.
"I won't let Adrien be alone in this," he said, wiping his eyes. "Not like last time."
Adrien dialed the number a couple of times and there was no answer. He slumped over a bit, breathing deeply in an effort to keep his nerves together.
Just when he thought it was all a futile attempt, his phone rang. He answered it and immediately heard Nathalie's voice on other side. "Hey Nathalie, I'm so sorry to bother you so early," he said, trying to keep his voice from breaking. He knew he couldn't hide anything from her, so it wasn't surprising that she noticed the tone in his voice. The well in his eyes built up as he finally let the tears fall. "Y-Yes, yes I am. Marinette and I we…we're in the hospital. Long story short, she was pregnant and…" his voice trailed off as he let out a sob. "We lost the baby."
He listened to her soothing voice through the phone as he tried to calm his breathing. "We're okay for now, I think. Marinette is in the bathroom trying to clean herself up," he said, wiping his eyes beneath his glasses. "We're both a bit shaken up."
His mouth opened a bit as she continued to speak. "No, no you don't need to do that," he said. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to ruin your vacation."
He listened to her words and took them directly to his heart. He knew that what she was saying was right and it did make him feel a little better. "You're right, Nathalie. Marinette needs me and I'll do whatever it takes to make sure she's happy," he said, feeling a beam of confidence hit his chest. "Please be safe, both of you."
"I love you, too," he said, listening to her say her farewells before hanging up the phone. He sighed before throwing his head back a bit. The feeling of heaviness was still present in his chest, but his mind just kept going back to Marinette. The girl he loved more than anything and to see her suffering hurt his heart just as much.
"Adrien!"
It was as if fate had been listening as he heard her call his name. "What is it, my love?", he asked, raising his voice.
"C-Can you come here? Please?", she asked from the bathroom.
Taking note of the urgency in her voice, he stood up and nearly ran over to the bathroom. He almost stumbled on his feet as he reached the door. "I'm here," he said, swinging the door open. "What did you…?" The first thing he noticed was Marinette hunched over near the toilet.
His voice trailed off as he watched her put her hand up to her mouth, her eyes closing as tears began to stream down her face. He noticed that her free hand was on the handle of the toilet, leading his eyes to the fresh streaks of blood that covered the seat. "Marinette?", he spoke again softly.
She responded by turning her head to him slowly, her body still refusing to stand up straight. "Adrien..I…I…", the lump she felt in her throat prevented her from speaking. "Help me."
Without hesitation, he ran to her side and helped her stand up by wrapping his arms around her. He took her in an embrace, the first one they'd had in a few hours. She wrapped her arms around his chest and laid her head on his shoulder. "I saw it," she said, her voice squeaking as she let out a sob. "I saw it, I saw everything and-and I wish I hadn't."
Adrien froze when he realized what she meant. "You mean, you saw…", he gulped before he said the next sentence. "You saw our little peanut?"
Marinette dug her face into his shirt, wetting it with her tears. "Yes, yes I did!", she said, her crying becoming louder. "I flushed it before you came in here because…because…" She grabbed his cheek with one of her hands and looked into his eyes. "It was something that I never, ever wanted to see in my entire life, so I knew you wouldn't want to either."
He placed a hand on the back of her head and pulled her close to him once again. His fingers played with the strands of her messy, sweaty hair as she continued to cry on his shoulder. "I'm so sorry that this is happening right now, Marinette," he said, caressing her hair. "But I can promise you one thing." He pulled back and looked at her again. "As long as we have each other, we'll be okay."
He brushed a few loose strands of hair from her sweaty forehead and pressed his gentle lips against it. She gently caressed his cheek with her hand. "I know," she said softly. "This is very much like a nightmare that I wish I could wake up from."
They embraced each other once again, standing there listening to each other's breathing. Marinette loosened her grip on Adrien as she closed her eyes, snuggling deeper into his shoulder.
"I think someone is sleepy," he said, gently rocking them both back and forth. "What does my lady think about her kitty taking her to bed?"
She sniffled. "She would like that very much," she said, her voice becoming groggy.
Adrien used his thumb to wipe her eyes as she yawned. He threw his hands underneath her legs, picking her up bridal style. As if on instinct, Marinette snuggled into his chest and he swore he saw a little smile on her face.
He walked the few feet to the hospital bed in the middle of the room and laid her down gently. Sabrina had left a few thick blankets for them to use so that neither of them would get cold while they stayed overnight.
Marinette's body instantly relaxed as she laid her head on the pillow, sighing as he threw a blanket over her. "Are you comfortable enough yet?"
"Mhmm," she mumbled.
Just before Adrien was about to kiss her goodnight, Sabrina stuck her head in the door. "Hey, you two," she said, walking into the room. "Everything okay?"
"We're fine now," he answered, pulling up a chair next to Marinette. "She's very tired."
Sabrina looked at Marinette's sleeping form before her. "Aww," she said. "Well, I hate to disrupt her sleep, but I do need to put her on an IV and hook her up to the heart monitor. We need to monitor her vitals."
"Go right ahead," he said, gesturing for her to come closer.
"Very well," she pulled out a needle from the kit she was holding and gently grabbed Marinette's wrist. Sticking the needle slowly into the top of her hand made the girl wince slightly, but she remained calm. "That was easy." Once she put a piece of cotton and tape on top of the needle, she clipped her finger to the heart monitor. "There, all done."
"She hardly even noticed," Adrien said, looking to Marinette in amazement.
"She did very well. That IV also has some pain medication in it," Sabrina said. Her mouth popped open and she jumped a little. "Oh! Before I forget…" she dug into the pocket of her scrubs and pulled out a piece of cloth. "Tell Marinette that she can wear these."
Adrien grabbed them from her, examining them. "What are they?", he asked, curiously.
"They're basically disposable panties," she explained. "Kind of like a diaper, but for blood and other fluids. We usually give them to patients who have just given birth and so it's a bit of the same concept here."
He gave her a little smile and laid them on the table next to him. "Thank you, Sabrina," he said. "Not just for these, but for everything. I mean it."
The girl blushed a little. "Anything for you, Adrien," she said. "And Marinette too, of course." She flashed him a small smile before heading towards the door. "If she needs anything, just tell her to hit the call button."
"Will do, thanks again!", they waved at each other as she left the room, closing the door behind her.
Adrien was now left alone to think about everything that had happened in such a short amount of time. He looked at his beautiful wife before him as she slept peacefully. The way that strands of loose hair covered her face, the way her nose wrinkled every once in awhile, the way that her light freckles could be seen when the light hit them just right.
He used his hand to caress her hair, watching as she reacted to his touch. "Je t'aime, Marinette," he whispered. He leaned forward slightly and placed a soft kiss on her cheek.
Her head turned in his direction and she smiled a little. Adrien wished that he could stay like that with her all day. He would do anything to make sure she was comfortable, that she wasn't in pain. Knowing what she had to endure that day and that it would continue for longer made his heart ache.
He felt his own eyelids tugging at each other as he yawned. He grabbed a blanket from the end of the bed and walked back over to the futon where he had been sitting not long ago. Kicking off his shoes, he laid across the futon and stretched his arms out as he threw the blanket across himself.
After what felt like days instead of hours, he finally felt himself relax a bit as he sank into the plush furniture beneath him. Taking off his glasses, he laid them on the windowsill next to him and flipped off the light switch. "Goodnight, Marinette," he whispered before sinking further into the covers.
At that moment, something in his body just…broke. The tears came rushing out as soft sobs escaped his mouth. Everything he had tried so hard to hold in had reached its breaking point. He turned over onto his side, looking out the window as his tears streamed onto his pillow. The aching pain he felt in his heart was stronger than ever and there was no denying it any longer.
He sniffled. "Listen to yourself, Adrien," he whispered to himself. "You remember what they told you don't you? You need to be strong for Marinette. You can't cry like this." He sighed and wiped his eyes as he tried to calm his breathing.
It wasn't long before he fell asleep, his soft cries lulling him as he began to snore.
Unbeknownst to him; however, there was another listener in the room. One whose heart also shared the same aching pain, but now perhaps, for a different reason.
A/N: Now we're getting into the good stuff...but do not be fooled, we have only scratched the surface! By the way, did y'all see that COVID-19 PSA that they released the other day?! So much Adrienette...my heart exploded. Until next time!
