Adrien blew on his hands before continuing to type away at his keyboard. Was it colder in here then usual, or was he just cold? He hadn't been feeling the best anyway, and decided to call it a day.
"You okay?" Plagg asked as Adrien headed out to his car, noticing beads of perspiration dotting Adrien's forehead as he tightened his scarf. "I'm cold and hot all at once. I think I'm sick," Adrien groaned, starting the car, grateful when the heat kicked on, and he messaged Marinette on the hands-free.
Adrien: Hey, Bugaboo, heading home early, not feeling well.
A minute or so passed before a messaged pinged across his screen.
Marinette: Bug-a-boos aren't fun, but I'm still at office. Want me to pick up supper?
Adrien grinned.
Adrien: My Love, you know how I am at cooking. That would be great.
He swung through the driveway line at Starbucks line, gasping when he rolled down the window. How had the temperature dropped so sharply and in so little time?
The hot tea felt good on his throat, and soon Adrien was home. Even if he knew Marinette was at work, he still missed her quiet presence, and clambered into bed, falling asleep quickly.
When Marinette came home, he woke up slowly, shifting the blankets around him. "How are you feeling?" Marinette asked, brushing his bangs back. Hm, her touch was nice.
"I'm going to hibernate till spring," Adrien said, and Marinette giggled. "Do cats hibernate? I'd miss you if you were asleep that long." "Well, we could pretend that I poked my finger on the spinning wheel, Princess." Marinette shook her head. "Your a Prince Charming, but please be careful around the spinning wheel. Maybe we can get you a cat wheel!"
He knew his wife was joking, but he felt green and not the green he liked. "Ugh."
He did sleep and sleep hard, drinking his soup and tea later for dinner. Okay, maybe he wouldn't hibernate till spring, but for now maybe could be Marinette's Sleeping Beauty instead of her Cat Noir.