He was excited.

One on one with his father was something he was eager for. This yearning had been present ever since. . . since his mother had died. He wished to abolish the distance that had grown between father and son like he had wished to go to public school. But it had been buried over time with photo shoots and make up brushes. It had been masked over by a shy smile and soft sighs. If it was not meant to be, he wouldn't force it. He didn't even know how to force it. So he didn't. But it was happening now. Sweet whatever, it was happening now!

And boy, was he nervous.

How was he suppose to act? How did a son normally act around his father? He could smile and joke, but would that be appropriate for this? No, that was more Chat Noir than Adrien. What was Adrien suppose to do in front of his own father? Why was this so hard? He knew it wasn't suppose to be like this.

"Could you stop squeezing me?!" Adrien gasped, pressing his hand harder against his chest, startled. "H-hey! I'm not some stuffed toy, treat me with care!" The blond muttered his apology, to which the little black cat hissed. "I better get some more cheese after this. . ."

The model didn't hear him. All of a sudden, he was terrified.

So many things could go wrong. Somehow, something would go wrong. He wasn't the black cat for nothing; he practically radiated bad luck. He pressed a more gentle hand over Plagg. The black cat could feel his charge's uneasiness, his fear. He wasn't normally one to give comfort, he was terrible at it, actually. But he did what he could. He pressed himself closer to his charge's chest and willed some confidence to enter his boy's being.

It definitely helped.

He paused to breath before the door to the dining room. He exhaled his uneasiness and his overwhelming excitement. He could do this. Adrien Agreste could do this. Adrien Agreste would do this without messing up. The edges of his lips quirked up. This father-son bonding time would do him good. And with that, he opened the door.

Timidly, the door opened. Gabriel Agreste watched from across the room and across the dinner table, seated in Adrien's usual spot. Okay, he wasn't prepared for that. What was the blonde suppose to do, stay there? He hadn't been contemplating this. What do sons normally do when their fathers take their son's seats?

"Are you going to sit down or just stand there?" Gabriel's voice held no sharpness, it didn't particularly sound uninterested and detached, but. . . he couldn't tell. It sounded more-amused over anything.

Adrien scrambled for his father's usual seat,"I-I, um, no I'll sit. . . down." Gabriel rose an eyebrow at his son. Adrien prepared himself for a scolding on his stutter but was pleasantly disappointed.

"You expect to speak with so much space in between us?" Adrien's eyes widened in surprise.

"N-no, of course not," He stood up from the chair quickly, the wooden legs squeaking against the polished floor. Adrien cringed, shoulders hunched up in embarrassment and cheeks red from humiliation. Of all the times, his bad luck had to come to play that day. Plagg pressed himself closer, transferring his energy into the boy. Adrien's cheeks went back to their usual color as he walked to the chair to the left of his father. He sat down, scooting in closer in silence. Gabriel locked his hands together over the table, his hands covering his mouth as he closed his eyes.

Adrien's fine hair stood up in alarm. What was his father thinking about so seriously? Was it the sleepover? Had he changed his mind? Was he not going to be allowed to go after all?

"Father?" His father sighed, his blue eyes opening to stare at his son as he set his arms flat on the table.

"I'll be gone for the two weeks of your break, in Italy for a fashion event. But I'll ask you once again," Adrien almost held his breath. "Are you sure you wish to remain here during break? I hear the view is extraordinary in Venice."

"Yes, Father, I wish to stay." Adrien was almost surprised at the amount of confidence those words had been filled with. It seemed his father was, too. Plagg stopped transferring his energy, smiling sheepishly under his charges coat. Maybe he'd overdone it.

"Very well," He nodded. "But I suppose you'll at least have dinner with me before going on your way. We'll discuss your schedules and your obligations as well as your resources."

"You want to have dinner with me?" Adrien's cheeks colored at how surprised he sounded.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"It-it's just, well-" You haven't had dinner with me since. . . I don't even remember when.

"Do you have prior engagements to attend to, perhaps?"

"No, I-" His green eyes widened. "Marinette!"

"Excusez moi?"

"Father, may you excuse me a moment?" With eyebrows furrowed in question, Gabriel nodded. With a sheepish smile, he ducked behind the dining room door.

He unlocked his phone, opening his texting app and clicking on Marinette's number. He brought the phone up to his ear, biting his lip as he heard the dial tone. On the third one, someone picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this Marinette?"

"A-Adrien!" Something crashed on the other end.

"Marinette? Are you alright?'

"Y-yes, of course, yes!" She giggled nervously over the line. "Uh, how can I help you?"

"Well, I'm sorry to say I'm going to miss dinner."

"Oh, okay. . ." She sounded a little disappointed.

"Hey, don't worry, I'm still sleeping over," If only he knew how much Marinette blushed on the other end. "I'm just going to be having dinner with my father before he leaves." He couldn't help his happy tone at the end.

"Oh, then it's fine!" He smiled at Marinette's cheery tone.

"Thank you for understanding, Marinette,"

"No problem!" She paused. "But, can I get a little warning when you plan on coming? Please?"

"Oh, yeah, sure,"

"Alright then, I guess I-I'll see you soon, then."

"Yeah, see you soon." Silence. No end dial tone. "Marinette, are you still there?"

"Y-yeah."

"I thought you'd hang up."

"No, you hang up!" She giggled. The giggling stopped abruptly. "I-I mean-! I'd prefer you do that. . . please." Adrien's brows furrowed in confusion.

"Oh, okay, yeah sure, goodbye." He hung up rather awkwardly.

He re-entered the room, closing the door behind me. "It would be my pleasure to have dinner with you, Father."

"Please, don't sound so stiff and polite, I feel more like a visitor than your father." Adrien's flushed.

"Yes, Father."

Dinner went a lot smoother than he had thought. The food was delicious, like always, but it seemed even tastier at the proximity of his father. Gabriel had gone over basic behavior, and behavior outside of the building.

"People are naturally nosy, Adrien, be sure to be exemplary outside. Anything you say or do can and will be used against you in magazines and fashion forums. As an Agreste model and son, your image is important," This professional talk was kind of bumming him out. He'd honestly had thought and hoped for some sincere bonding, even if it was short. Some worried nagging would have felt awesome.

"Your credit card has been restocked, and there should be some cash in the suitcase Natalie is organizing,"

"Organizing?!"

"Can't leave you unprepared."

"But-"

"I expect no more than one-thousand dollars to be used on your card, if you go even a cent above, you'll be grounded. That's what the cash is for,"

"Father, about my suitcase-"

"Your sleeping bag will be next to your suitcase, as well as your hygiene products, all the agreed brands you've modeled for,"

"Father-!"

"And I expect a call at least every two days, if Natalie hadn't already informed you," Gabriel rose an eyebrow at his son. Adrien beamed, improvising on his reaction. He didn't want Natalie to get in trouble and it wasn't too hard to look satisfied and. . . happy.

"Yes, Father,"

"Very well," He stood, patting a napkin over his lips. "I'll be back in two weeks, take care." And he did what Adrien had dreamed about for ages. He hugged him. Adrien couldn't remember the last time he had felt so warm and light as he embraced his father back. Well, he did.

It had been when a certain girl had become his friend, his umbrella outstretched and rain pouring. He smiled over his father's shoulder. They'd sure come a long way from then. His father let go first, but that only dampened his mood the smallest bit. With hands behind his back, he looked at his son one more time, nodded, and left the room. The door closed after him.

Plagg flew out of his shirt, hovering over the dinner table. He looked around. "Where's my Camembert?" Adrien only chuckled.

She'd done it. Marinette Dupain-Cheng had rid her room of all things Adrien (and locked them up, of course). Tikki giggled in satisfaction. "Good job, Marinette, I knew you could do it!"

Marinette smiled,"Thanks Tikki!" She climbed up to her bed, spreading her body over it, grinning. "You know, I have a really good feeling about this."

The doorbell rang. Marinette sprung from her bed, thundered down the staircase, stopped at the bottom to check her appearance, and raced to her parent's side at the doorway. She tugged nervously at her pigtails, heart beating wildly. Sabine put a hand on her daughter's shoulder.

"Are you alright, Marinette? You're shaking." Marinette smiled. She felt like she was going to explode.

"I'm fine, Mom."

"Okay, Marinette, I expect your best behavior over the course of this break, is that understood?" Marinette nodded at her Dad's prodding. What's the worst that could happen?

Tom opened the door and what seemed like twenty people were on the other side. Marinette's smile faltered.

An elderly woman gave her a large smile. "Were you expecting anyone else, Marinette?"

The young girl composed herself and hugged the lady. "Of course not, Wàipó."

A/N: Wàipó=Grandmother (special thanks to caskett98 for correcting me :) Even google translate has its errors)

Not a very exciting chapter, so I'm sorry for that. . . More of a filler I guess, but here you go. . . C: