The Burrow, that vast space where time bends and dimensions intertwine, was the perfect place for Bunnix to give free rein to her curiosity. An observer of infinite realities, she had learned that some lives did not need to be saved, but simply lived. And on this occasion, she had decided to travel to a specific corner of the universe, one in which Marinette Dupain-Cheng was no longer just a heroine, but a beloved woman, surrounded by a life that shone with the warm light of home and love.
The portal opened softly, like a whisper through the fabric of space-time, and Bunnix crossed through, disappearing into the new reality.
There, in the middle of the Wang family shop, where the aroma of fresh bread mixed with the fragrance of fabrics and leathers, was Marinette. But not the Marinette of constant battle, of unrequited loves, of the responsibilities that had always overwhelmed her. This Marinette was smiling, and her smile, warm and serene, seemed to be the perfect reflection of her soul.
Marinette stood behind the counter, her hands moving deftly, sewing and folding with a precision that only someone completely immersed in their art could achieve. Her hair, which usually fell in messy strands across her face, was pulled back into a casual bun, a few strands of hair escaping and framing her delicate face. The curls fell softly over her cheeks flushed with concentration. She was not just a designer; at this moment, Marinette was a mother, a wife, a complete woman, calm and content with the life she had chosen.
And beside her, with an equally charming calm, was Socqueline Wang. Marinette's wife. Socqueline had raven hair, long and carefully braided, a soft contrast to her partner's vibrant energy. Her face, always serene and full of wisdom, shone with an expression of silent love every time her eyes fell on Marinette. Socqueline didn't need to say anything; her presence, her closeness, said it all. She moved around the store with the grace of someone who has shared every corner of the place for years, always attentive to every need.
She was the image of peace. The perfect combination of love and respect.
Marinette looked up from her work and smiled at Socqueline. It wasn't a casual smile; it was a smile full of affection, a smile that was only given to those who knew each corner of their soul.
"How was lunch?" Marinette asked, while her fingers continued to dance between the fabrics with the same softness with which she caressed the words when she spoke to her.
Socqueline approached, the warmth of her body lightly touching Marinette's, and looked at her with a mixture of tenderness and amusement.
"I ate too much. We should put a limit on your dishes, because you always cook more than necessary." Her voice was low, as if she were confessing a secret, but there was a spark of love in her eyes that revealed the intimacy of those shared moments.
Marinette laughed, a sound that filled the entire store with light.
"I told you I was making it for you." So that you never lack anything, my love. —The words came out of her mouth like a promise, like a declaration of what she knew was eternal.
Socqueline looked at her and, before she could say anything, Marinette stood up from her seat, left her work and walked towards her. With a gesture as gentle as a caress, Marinette took her hand and brought it to her face. The softness of her skin met Socqueline's, and a comforting silence spread between them.
"You are everything to me" Marinette whispered, and her eyes, those deep sapphires that always reflected the sky, shone with an emotion so pure that time seemed to stop.
Socqueline responded without words, her gaze full of love and gratitude. With a gentle movement, she pulled her towards her, until their foreheads touched. The closeness between them was so natural, so true, that Bunnix, watching from his invisible hiding place, felt a pang of something he couldn't define: the longing for a love he couldn't reach.
The couple's daughters ran into the store, laughing as only children know how, breaking the moment, but not its magic. They were small, but their eyes shone with the same softness as their mother's. The eldest of the two, with her messy curls and the scarf she had made with her own hands, ran towards Marinette, while the youngest jumped around them, like a whirlwind of energy and happiness.
"Mom! Look! I finished it!" the little girl exclaimed, her scarf rising in the air, proud.
Marinette lowered her head to see her better, her eyes full of admiration.
"She's so beautiful!" Marinette said, touching the stitches delicately, as if she were really touching a piece of her heart.
Socqueline approached them, smiling, and lifted the small scarf just as gently.
"It's not perfect, but it's an excellent effort. Maybe if we add a little color..." Socqueline said, and her gaze returned to Marinette. That look, deep, full, as if there was nothing in the world more important than her.
Marinette smiled and left a soft kiss on Socqueline's forehead.
"Perfection is in the love we put into it, not in the details" Marinette answered, and Bunnix watched, unable to help but sigh.
The reality of that scene was so solid, so palpable, that Bunnix felt like an intruder in an invisible corner.
It was a love like no other. A love that asked for nothing, that demanded no sacrifices, that did not live in suffering or need. It was just... love.
The echo of the worlds embraced her as she watched, unable to help it, the sparkle in Marinette's eyes, as immense as the sky around them. And for a moment, Bunnix allowed herself to feel something she didn't even know she had been looking for.
It was a simple, yet powerful truth: love could exist, even in the most unexpected realities.
Without making a sound, without breaking the spell of the perfect scene, Bunnix vanished, leaving her behind. But as she traveled to another corner of the universe, she couldn't help but smile.
Perhaps, in some corner of infinite eternity, there were universes like this one. Where Marinette was not just a heroine, but a happy woman.
And that, Bunnix thought, was perhaps enough.
Bunnix continued to watch in silence, like a shadow that did not want to interrupt the delicate course of shared moments. The scene before her was so peaceful that, for an instant, Eternity itself seemed to fade away, becoming something ephemeral and human.
Marinette, with her heart full of love and her face illuminated by the warmth of home, began to walk towards the window. Her steps were soft, as if the floor itself wanted to pamper her, and her hands, although tired from the day, moved gracefully. As she did so, the light of the sunset bathed her skin, dyeing it a warm gold that accentuated the softness of her face and the intensity of her gaze. The sun filtered through the curtains of the store, painting elongated shadows that danced on the wooden furniture, creating an atmosphere so cozy that anyone who saw her could imagine living there, without hurry, without worries.
"Would you like me to prepare it tonight?" Marinette asked, without turning, her voice soft as a whisper, but full of a love that even Bunnix could feel, from his invisible place.
Socqueline smiled, a calm, full smile, and approached her. With an almost feline elegance, she put her arms around her, hugging her from behind. Her face sank into Marinette's hair, inhaling her scent with a silent sigh.
"Of course, my love. But tonight, don't worry about anything. I just want to be here with you and the girls." Socqueline's voice was like honey, soft, warm, each word imbued with a tenderness that Bunnix, even from his distant place, could feel like a caress on her own chest.
Marinette turned slightly, meeting Socqueline's eyes. There, in those eyes, was a depth that could not be described with words; It was the kind of look that only years of shared love could create, the kind of look that understood all the silences, the laughter, and the tears they had shared. It was the look of someone who didn't need to ask anything because she already knew everything.
"I love you," Marinette whispered, her mouth close to Socqueline's ear. The words came out softly, almost imperceptibly, but loaded with such an intense truth that Bunnix felt a kind of electricity run through her body upon hearing it, as if those words could transform the entire world.
Socqueline closed her eyes for a moment, as if Marinette's words were a gift she wanted to keep forever. Then, without a word, she kissed her softly on the cheek, a kiss full of unspoken promises, a kiss that spoke of years shared, of absolute trust, of a life built together.
And in that small gesture, in that brief contact, Bunnix saw love in its purest form. It was not a fairy tale love, nor the passionate, all-consuming love, but a love that was built day by day, with simple gestures, with laughter at the end of a tiring day, with silent caresses in the midst of stillness.
The girls, seeing the interaction between their mothers, ran towards them, interrupting the moment of intimacy with their laughter and their inexhaustible energy. But even that youthful bustle seemed to fit perfectly into the picture. The eldest slipped into Marinette's arms, hugging her tightly.
"Mom! Will you help me finish the scarf?" she asked, her eyes shining with excitement, while the youngest tugged at Socqueline's sleeve, seeking her attention as well.
Marinette laughed, that soft laugh that was capable of filling any void. She hugged the little girl with infinite tenderness.
"Of course, princess. We'll make it perfect for you."
Socqueline, observing the scene, smiled silently. The three faces in front of her were her world, her everything. At that moment, everything else disappeared, and she only saw Marinette, the girls, and felt that she didn't need anything else to be happy.
"You know," Socqueline said, looking at Marinette with a playful smile, "if you ever decide that being a designer isn't enough for you anymore, you could always become the best mother in the world."
Marinette blushed slightly, though her smile was warm, full of humility and affection.
"Being a mother is the most beautiful thing that has ever happened to me," she replied, stroking her daughter's hair, as her eyes met Socqueline's once again, that non-verbal language that only they understood.
Bunnix, watching from her invisible corner, felt a strange sense of nostalgia. In all the realities she had visited, she had witnessed moments of love, but none were like this one. Here, love was not a conflict, nor a struggle. It was pure acceptance, the peace found in the presence of the other, in the certainty that everything was fine.
This love did not need words to be understood. It only needed to be lived.
With a sigh, Bunnix decided it was time to leave. Her journey would take her to other realities, to other lives, but for a moment, she stood there, motionless, watching as Marinette and Socqueline shared a simple but meaningful life. As if fate had woven its threads together perfectly, allowing each to find what they needed most.
Before disappearing completely, Bunnix smiled to herself. Maybe eternity wasn't so empty after all. Maybe, just maybe, there was something beautiful about the fact that people's destinies were intertwined in universes as beautiful as this one.
The echo of the worlds continued its course.