"Okay, that's an enough for now. Thanks for making it, Adrien," I lean back against the pillows, rubbing my swollen belly. I'm pregnant, and its been about six months since the appointment. Apparently, I had been pregnant for some time before, but I didn't know that.

For awhile, my appetite was ravenous and one of my favorite things was yams. At the moment, my favorite thing is protein smoothie, but lately I've felt nauseated. Adrien had made me the smoothie all by himself, and I called out directions to him from my bed. "Just think Bugaboo," he grins. "I can make something I can't burn." I laugh, then wince. "Trust me, you'd find a way." Adrien pouts. "How about a little faith, Princess?"

"What you need to be doing is getting the crops in," I remind him. Adrien touches my tummy. "Is it wise, leaving you all by yourself?" "Looks who's talking, fur ball. And I'll be fine. If something goes wrong, we have our phones and the Kwami's."

"Okay, but tell me if anything feels wrong. I love you, Marinette." Adrien climbs off the bed, and I catch his hand. "I love you too, Adrien." He leans forward, brushing his lips against mine, and pull him back to me. His warm green eyes sparkle as I finally set him free. Grabbing his straw hat, he strides out the door.

I sigh, looking around my little cabin. Besides my bed, the cabin is tidy, but I can't say the same thing for my bed. Yarn balls, my sewing needles, and fabric lay strewn across the bed. Knitting is a good distraction, but it feels to quiet and empty in the house without my husband.

Maybe I shouldn't have been so convincing, but if he doesn't bring in the harvest and storm blows up, the whole crop could be lost. As we now live on a tropical island, its common for hurricanes to sweep through, stronger then my Kitty's cataclysm could ever be.

I shift around, trying to get comfortable, but at last, heave myself out of bed, and into the kitchen to make a cup of tea. I smile and gently touch the flowers Adrien brought me yesterday from the garden.

The first time living here and he brought in flowers was from our flowering zucchini plant, and I cried. Not because the flowers were ugly, but because Adrien remembered my love of flowers. He's even growing some roses here, but we have yet to see them open.

The kettle sings out a staccato note, and I plonk my teabag in the water and start for the table. I set down my cup, a dull ache beginning at the base of my ear, or is it my tummy? I unhook my Miraculous right before a sharp pain spams across my belly, and I drop to the floor, Reality fading into darkness. The last sight and sound I hear and see is my earrings bouncing across the floor, clattering to a stop just out of my reach…..

When I awake, the kitchen is gone, and though my eyes are closed, I can feel the warm sun against my lids. I hear a chuckle close by. "M'lady, aren't you always telling me to stay out of the sun?"

I sit up and gasp, my world dispirited. "Where I am?" I look around, searching for clues, staring down into the water to see my face staring back at me, and I can tell the water is very deep. A cool finger turns my cheek, and I stare into the face of Cat Blanc.

"How...you?" I search the sky, and there it is, a moon destroyed, clear cut through the middle. I look down thinking I'll see my suit, but I am dressed in my everyday white and pink dotted pajamas.

"What is this place, and why am I here?" My voice quavers, and I feel a teardrop sliding down my cheek. "Princess, I'm not the Cat Blanc of your nightmares," his silken voice as me look up into ocean blue eyes were if I stared long enough, I could swim in their depths. "This is the world of Unreality, while your body has a chance to heal." "Heal?" "All questions will be answered in time. Come, I want to show you something." He helps me to my feet, and I realize he is in a aqua suit, slipping into the water with barely a slash and I clamber onto his back.

We swim through the cold water, but I relish the cold, instead of it making me feel numb. Cat helps me onto a another terrace. "This is my garden." I hold his hand, taking in all the beautiful flowers and smells. However, one particular flower sits apart from the rest, closed up. "What's that flower?" I ask. "The Life Flower. When it blooms, you'll know. Hey, you okay?"

Before I can answer, my body sways and before I crash to the ground, he catches me in his strong arms, cradling me in his lap. "So tired," I mumble, and I can feel him loosening my hair, a black glossy curtain tumbling down my back. His hands are so cold, and on my hot cheeks it feels wonderful. I reach up to itch my ear, finding my earrings gone. "My Miraculous. Where is it?" "Safe. I promise, I'm not after your Miraculous. My wish already came true." "Mine didn't," I whisper, and he stares at me. "Aren't you happy with me?" I nod. "But I didn't save your mother, Adrien." I open my eyes, seeing the ring on his finger. If I slide it off, while my Prince have white hair, a white suit? Maybe an angel?

"That wasn't your fault, love. Past is past." "But our love did this to the world!" I fling my arms out, empathizing my point. His cold lips find mine. "Or on the contrary, our love was what saved us and the world, M'lady."

Just then, The Life Flower blooms, a brilliant white, more beautiful then any other flower I've ever seen. And then I open my eyes, finding green eyes staring at me, with a flower in his hand. A white flower. For the first time, I feel scared, but I reach towards the source.