After a week of waiting, the blazer Adrien had ordered for Marinette arrived. After Adrien explained it was for a friend (and that it was for Marinette), his father had ensured every little detail was perfect. Gabriel wasn't the perfect dad, but Adrien was thankful that he'd been so persnickety about making sure the blazer was perfect.

And it looked great. Marinette would look amazing in it and Adrien couldn't wait to see her in it. The hours until nightfall seemed to tick by slowly and when the sun finally set and the blanket of night settled over Paris, he sped out of the house. He always seemed to run faster as Chat Noir, but the added weight in his backpack seemed to slow him down. Rationally, he knew it wasn't that much of a big deal but he was impatient. He needed to get to Marinette and he needed to get to her now.

As the kittens grew, they got more and more feisty. They wanted to play more and Marinette couldn't help but notice they had grown quite a bit since she had first rescued them. Calm down. They still have a long way to go before you can give them away, she told herself as she watched Marie and Toulouse play. But she wondered what was going to happen once they got old enough to leave her. It would be lonely without them. She hoped Chat Noir would continue to visit her. Not that she'd admit it, but she really enjoyed his company.

Tap, tap, tap. And speak of the devil, the stray wants in, she thought with a grin as she got up from the chaise and let Chat Noir into her bedroom.

"How're you and the kittens doing?" he asked as he plopped down onto her bed.

"We're doing fine."

"Have you been getting sleep?" Of course he had to ask that.

"I'm getting enough," she shrugged. Her eyes zeroed in on his backpack and they narrowed. "Did you bring more toys for the kittens? I'm running out of room with all the stuff you bring over."

"I'm sorry, but I can't help but spoil our kittens. But if space is an issue, I'll stop for now," he pouted. "No, I actually brought something for you."

"For me?" She pointed at herself, brows furrowed. He nodded and pulled the box out of his backpack.

"Of course you. There's no other Marinette Dupain-Chengs in Paris, are there?" he teased. She gave him a withering look before delving into the gift. He watched intently, eyes burning into her, as she carefully pulled the ribbon off and opened the lid of the box. Inside was a beautiful black blazer with a big pink bow in the back and simple, elegant pink lace lining the bottom hem and cuffs. Just yesterday she had been admiring this jacket when she and her friends had been passing by Gabriel Agreste's boutique. God knew how much this jacket cost and guilt mixed with her gratefulness.

"Chat, I can't thank you enough. This is so beautiful, but I can't accept something so expensive," she said.

"It wasn't expensive. And even if it was, money's not a problem for me."

"This is a limited edition Gabriel Agreste jacket. Only one hundred were made in pink."

"Oh, I know."

"The basic version of this goes for two hundred euros."

"Marinette, it wasn't a problem to get it. Trust me. I want you to have this and getting it didn't cause any trouble for me. After all, the mother of my kittens deserves to be spoiled a bit," he said with a wink.

"You just had to flirt, didn't you?" she demanded, punching his arm lightly.

"Of course. We have to keep the romance alive now that we have three little bundles of joy to take care of." She rolled her eyes and chuckled. Blue eyes shifting to him, she lunged into him for a hug.

"I really love this blazer, Chat. I can't thank you enough," she said. His arms slowly made their way around her waist, holding her close, lovingly if she wanted to admit it. He was warm and soft and embracing him relaxed her. She didn't even know she needed a hug until now. This was purely heaven and she made a mental note that she needed to hug Chat Noir way more often.