Adrien sighed with relief. Louis had finally fallen asleep, after hours of playing and giggling, much of that meant chasing Cat Noir's tail.
It wasn't like Louis had been bad, no, he was the apple of Adrien's eye, but he thought had a lot of energy!
Dressed in his little Cat Noir onesie, Louis's little foot twitched with dreams. He was nearly Adrien's carbon copy, but he was shy like his mother and was fascinated by the cookie batter Marinette made.
And boy, could he snore! Adrien shook with silent laughter, wondering if Marinette could hear on the monitor in the next room. Tiptoeing out, Adrien went to investigate.
Sure enough, the snores could be heard loud and clear, and Marinette was laughing. "Maybe I should have named him Adrien!" she giggled, as her husband flopped down on the bed. "Hey, I'm not that bad. And you should hear me when I purr!" "Oh, trust me, I've heard that too," Marinette soothed, smoothing out Adrien's bangs.
"I'm just hoping the next one is a girl." She picked up her embroidery. Suddenly, there was wail from the next room. "Plagg, Claws Out," Adrien heaved himself off the bed, and returned the nursery where Louis sat in his crib, his face all red and blotchy.
"Come here, love. We'll go cuddle with Mama. You want a ba-ba?" "Ba-ba" meant bottle, and Louis stopped crying, patting his father's mask.
Soon, Louis was relaxed in his father's arms, sucking on milk, eyes growing droopy. Adrien planted a light kiss on his son's forehead.
He didn't mind the crying, or stinky diapers, for all of Adrien's life he'd cared for others, and he loved being a daddy.