The woods are beautiful and peaceful, with sunlight dappling through the trees. I follow Mother at a distance, wanting to catch up, but like in all dreamer's dreams, my legs are heavy leaden, and I plod along at a snail's pace.

"Mother, wait for me!" I call, and though she pauses as if she has heard me, I never do catch up. I just want one smile, one hug, anything to see her face….

I tumble out of my bunk, my blanket tangled around me. I fight with a moment, then stand up. Marinette is still asleep in the bunk above me, and the fire burns low at the fire pit.

I try to go back to sleep, but I just toss and turn, even though I plump my pillow and flop down onto is softness. When I was little and had a scary dream, Mother would sometimes take me to the kitchen and we would have warm milk and cookies, and it always sent me back to sleep.

Expect….I don't know how to make cookies, and I'd rather not burn down my temporary home at three in the morning. Marinette won't mind if its a bad dream, right? And she's an expert baker…..

"Marinette? Princess?" I shake her shoulder gently. "What's that? Your giving me a full scholarship? Your giving my diploma early?" No guesses on what she's dreaming about! "Princess!" I shake her shoulder harder. "Adrien!" her eyes fly open. "Your not a professor…" she yawns. "No, but I'll give you a A if you make me some cookies." "Adrien, its the middle of the night! How can you be hungry for cookies?" "I had a bad dream, and cookies and warm milk always help. But you have to do the baking." "Okay, okay," she shuffles her legs over the side, and I help her down.

Her pajamas are white and covered in pink teapots. "You look adorable," I tell her as we go into the silent kitchen. "I don't feel adorable. Are you going to tell me about your dream?" she asks, then begins setting out the ingredients. I tell her, and I feel restless. "You must have been thinking of her during the day," Marinette tells me as she breaks an egg over the bowl. "Dreams are like puzzles, after all."

She mixes the dough and plops it on the counter. "Can I help you roll it out?" I ask. "Rolling is a one person job, but you can stand behind me and watch," she suggests.

I stand behind me, wrapping my arms around her waist and give her cheek a little peck. "Like this?" Back and forth, goes the rolling pin, and each time it rolls backwards, I feel Marinette shift a little more into me. When she bumps into my chest, she turns, surprising me with a kiss. But she ends abruptly, and I can see a scowl on her lovely features. "Why'd you stop?" I whisper, my cheeks flushed. "Because I'm short, and I can only stand on my tiptoes for so long. Why do you have to be so tall?" she gives my chest a little smack. "I know the answer, but your not going to like it," I sing. "Tell me," she crosses her arms. "Coffee stunts your growth."

Marinette's eyes snap like blue fire. "You'd better find an easier way for me to kiss you, Agreste, and I'm only giving you a minute," she huffs. "Maybe you should put the cookies in the oven?" I suggest. "Oh. Yeah."

She slides the tray into the warm oven, and a blast of warm air comes out. Once the door is shut and timer is on, I scoop her into my arms and set her on the counter.

I forget everything expect for the taste of Marinette's lips, the soft feel of her hair in my hands, until I smell the warm scent of chocolate.

"You want the cookie?" Marinette sings and she zooms around. She feeds me little nibbles, and I drink my warm milk with her on my lap. Soon, we're both back in the Dome, snoring.

I wake early and head to breakfast, but I stumble back when I see the Songstress and Hesperia talking quietly amongst each other.

"You need to tell Adrien the truth. You can't keep it forever. Your just lucky they realized the Supreme wasn't who they thought he was before they met you." I shrink back into the shadows. But then I step out.

"Tell Adrien what?" I come to stand in the doorway, and Hesperia puts on a kind smile. "Adrien, how about you and I go check out that waterfall?" "O-Okay."

Once we're in the passageway, Hesperia starts to talk. "You remind me so much of my own son," he says, and I look up at him in surprise. He's never mentioned that before.

"Smart, creative, witty. I wish I could be a better father to my son, but alas, he's shut me out after his mother died. I'd do anything to make it up to him."

I have to sallow the lump in my throat before answering. "Saying I'm sorry is always a good start." Hesperia chuckles softly and bows his head. I place a hand on his arm. "Are you okay?" My heart is pounding.

"Light wins, fall," a purple flash fills my vision, but the darkness doesn't let me see. "I'm your father, Adrien. And I'm so sorry I shut you out when your mother died."

My mouth hangs open in shock, and I stumble back. "No," I mumble. "No, don't lie to me!" But in the light of the water, I do see my father, and the truth has been revealed.

"You could have told me the truth when she was ill! I gave you so many chances," a sob tears at my throat. "You could have tried harder to bring her back." "Adrien, listen…" I slap his hands away.

"Stay away from me," I glare at him. "Send me away where I can't hurt you, Marinette, and most importantly my mother! After all, my power is destruction and that's all I've done since she passed away!"

Miraculously, a portal opens, snow swirling through the portal. I take a step in, looking back. "Please, Adrien, reconsider."

"Tell Marinette I love her," my voice is clear and step inside, blinded by the whirling snow on the other side.