I do not, and never will own Miraculous Ladybug.

Marinette woke up, feeling sick to her stomach. Ugg, she thought to herself, why do I have to feel sick today of all days? The day of the big fashion show was the one day she didn't want to be sick. But it seemed like her body was against her on this. It was not her plan to spend her morning leaning over the toilet bowl. And she just hoped that she wouldn't be vomiting during the fashion show. She ran to the bathroom, and opened the toilet bowl, before her dinner from the night before made it's appearance.

Adrien woke up to an empty spot next to him on the bed. He put his arm over, where he would usually pull his wife next to him, and felt the absence of her. Faint sounds were coming from the bathroom, and he thought that was probably where she was. He got up, and stretched. He walked over to where the door was open, and saw her head hanging above the toilet bowl.

"Marinette?" He said, his voice caring. He heard her moan in response. He came and sat next to her, rubbing her back, and holding her hair. It seemed like a few minutes before she moved her head from the toilet bowl, and rested it against the wall. "How are you feeling?"

"Awful… I think something I ate last night made me sick." Marinette groaned. "If only it didn't happen today of all days."

"Will you be alright to go to the fashion show? You assistant could take over, if you can't go." Adrien said, placing his hand on Marinette's forehead, wiping away her sweat, and checking her temperature. "At least you don't have a fever."

"I'll be alright. I have to be there, after all. It is my show." Marinette said, moving her head from the wall, to Adrien's shoulder.

Adrien took Marinette out of the bathroom, and back to their bed. He grabbed a washcloth from the bathroom, and rinsed it in cold water, before taking it, and placing it on Marinette's forehead. He picked up his phone, and texted his assistant, asking her to get him some warm peppermint tea for Marinette. He sat beside her, rubbing her arm, trying to comfort her in her sickness.

"I feel horrible…" Marinette sighed. Adrien's assistant brought in the tea, and Adrien made Marinette sit up, and drink the entire cup of tea, before she laid down again.

"Go back to sleep," Adrien said to her, "I'll make sure you're up before you have to leave for the show." He told her, knowing that if she was still feeling sick then, he would refuse to let her go. He was very protective of her. And would always be. It wasn't just because he was a superhero, and holder of the cat miraculous. But he was a naturally protective person.

As Marinette slept, Adrien thought back on the years they had been together. Everything had started back in highschool. It was his second year in highschool. He had been chasing after his lady for a year, before he decided to give up. He wasn't getting anywhere, and he realize that if they were going to keep their identities secret, as she wanted, he had to give her up. He did respect her choice, to keep their identities secret, so he gave up. Gracefully accepted his own failure. And it was only then that he started to notice the shy girl who sat behind him in class. The first thing he noticed was how cute her constant blush was. Then he noticed how beautiful her eyes were. He started being protective of her, as both Adrien, and Chat Noir. He patrolled often, often watching over Marinette as she sat at the trocadero sketching. Making sure she got home safe. There was something about the shy, stuttering, clumsy girl in his class, that brought out the protectiveness in him, and the possessiveness as well. The possessiveness he had unfortunately gained from being the holder of the cat miraculous. He felt the need to claim her as his own.

It had taken adrien two months to work up the courage to ask Marinette out. And he was delighted when she said yes. About a month before they became 'official' all that time, spending as much time together as possible, still in the stages of getting to know one another. They were together all through high school. And neither of them could imagine life without the other. It was a few days after graduation that he actually proposed to her, telling her how he couldn't live without her. She said, more like squealed, yes.

They were engaged for two years, although neither of them were a fan of such a long engagement. But they agreed to that, because that's what Mr. Agreste asked for. And Marinette used that time to start making her way in the design world. Her name was rising fast in the fashion industry. So that when they got married, their pictures were all over the gossip magazines, it being hailed as the wedding of the century: "Adrien Agreste, Son of high end fashion designer Gabriel Agreste, and Heart throb Model is finally tying the knot with his longtime girlfriend, and up and coming fashion designer Marinette Dupain-Cheng." "The young Mr. Agreste and up and coming fashion designer Marinette Dupain-Cheng, who will be willing wearing one of her original design for a wedding dress." "Marinette Dupain-Cheng Wedding dress line will take off soon, starting out with the dress she will be wearing to her wedding, which is being hailed at the wedding of the century." "Adrien Agreste and Marinette Dupain-Cheng are getting married today, starting on their road to happily ever after."

Their wedding day was perfect. Perfect for them, at least. Marinette walked down the aisle in her original gown, and Adrien. Tears ran down Adrien's face, as he watched the love of his life walk down the aisle. She is so perfect. How can I ever deserve her? He asked himself, as he watched her walk, escorted by her father. She was an angel to him. He loved her so much. They said their vows, and if you asked him at that moment, he was the happiest man in the world.

As the year passed, they did almost everything together. The biggest thing Marinette had been working on recently was a fashion show. She had designed a summer line, and this was launching it. Adrien was the first model that agreed to doing the show….. Well, actually, he asked her if he could do it. He wanted to support her. And he tried to be there for her every step of the way. He made sure she was alright. When she stayed up all night working on her designs, he took care of her the next morning. Making sure she could sleep during the day. When she fell asleep at her desk, sketching another piece for the line, he carried her to their bed. He took care of her, even when she didn't take care of herself. And he was worried now, because he didn't know exactly what he could do to help her now. He did all he could. Making sure to let her sleep as much as he could.

It was an hour before she was needed at the catwalk for the fashion show that he woke her up. She seemed to be feeling a lot better, and she got ready quickly. Adrien was glad to see his wife happy, smiling.

The fashion show went well, and got a great response. But the person who cheered loudest for Marinette was also behind the scenes. Adrien was the one who cheered her on the loudest. Only second to that, was Alya, who got a seat in the front row. Although she didn't care much for fashion, she was there to support her friend, and to cover the fashion show for the magazine she was working for. The afterparty was good as well, although halfway through it Marinette started feeling ill, and Adrien took her home.

"Tikki, I don't know what's wrong with me….. I thought it was just the stress of the fashion show….. But that's over, and I still feel horrible." Marinette said to her kwami, hoping for some sort of useful answer.

"Maybe it wasn't the fashion show….. Maybe you have just been having morning sickness." Tikki said, smiling at her chosen.

"Morning sickness, but that would mean…" Marinette said, trailing off.

"I've seen this in multiple of my chosens. I think you're pregnant Marinette." Tikki said, hugging the girls face.

Marinette stared at the stick….. The stick that would tell her if her life was going to change drastically, or stay the same. And waited for it to tell her her future. When she saw the answer, she couldn't help but squeal.

"What is it, Marinette?" Tikki ask, Marinette's squeals waking her up from a nap.

"I'm pregnant…. Tikki, I'm pregnant." Marinette squealed to her kwami. "Oh, how am I going to tell Adrien?" She wondered.

It was their first akuma fight in a few weeks. Only a few days after Marinette's big fashion show. And Ladybug was distracted. She needed not only to tell Adrien that she was pregnant, but tell Chat as well. Her partner needed to know. And with the danger the akuma fight put to the baby, Marinette decided that Chat would have to be the first one to know. They had been working together for years, yet neither of them knew each other's identity. And she hoped that this would not give out her identity to the cat. Although she had wanted to tell Adrien first, there was no correct way to do it. So she had to wait, and tell Chat first.

"Chat…. Can you take over? I'm feeling sick." Ladybug said, leaning against the side of a building. Knowing that her previous meal would soon make an appearance. She hated morning sickness. Especially since it interfered with her duty as a superhero.

"Sure thing LB, you wait here." Chat said, jumping back into battle. He retrieved the akuma in record time, and brought it to Ladybug to purify it. She purified the akuma, and set everything right again.

"Now, LB, you have to explain. What's up?" He asked her, and she groaned. She took a few steps away from the building, weakly. Swaying at every step. Chat put his hands under hers, holding her up. "What is it?"

"I'm…. I'm… I'm pregnant." She said, unceremoniously. "It was just some morning sickness."

"That's wonderful. Does the father know?" Chat asked, placing his hand on her stomach.

"Not yet….. I haven't really had a chance to tell my husband yet….."

"So, I'm the first to know?"

"Yeah, since it's kind of important. I can't really do the same things as ladybug, now that I'm pregnant. I will be relying on you a lot more."

"You don't have to worry, you can rely on me."

Adrien was overjoyed for his lady. Yes, even after being with Marinette for years, he still called Ladybug his lady. But it wasn't romantic anymore. The nickname just stuck. And he was willing to do anything that his lady. Always being the gentleman. And he admitted, he would want someone to be like that for Marinette, if she needed. I promise, Ladybug, I won't let anything happen to you, or your child. Adrien thought, as he was on his way home.

When Adrien returned home, Marinette was already there, her head over the toilet again.

"What's wrong, Marinette?" Adrien asked, "Are you feeling sick again?"

"Yeah…." Marinette said, she needed to find a way to tell him. "I'll be alright, just a little nauseous."

"I can get you some more tea, if you need."

"Yeah, that would be helpful." She said, and he went to get her tea. She rinsed off her face, and returned to her bed. I need to tell him now. He returned with the tea, and she motioned for him to sit next to him on the bed.

"I have an idea, which I want to run by you. Um… I would really love your opinion on this." Marinette said.

"Whatever you wish, Princess." Adrien smiled at his wife. Princess was another of the nicknames that stuck. That's what he called her in his head. So why not actually call her that as well.

"Well, I'm thinking of starting a new line," She started.

"Are you sure you're up to starting a new line so soon after your summer line launched?"

"I'd give myself some time. I won't rush it…. I'll wait…. It will take some time to do what I want, anyway."

"How much time do you think it will take?"

"About nine months."

"It sounds like a good idea. What's the line going to be themed for?"

"I'm thinking of starting a baby clothes line."

"A… baby clothes line….. That will take….. Nine months…." Adrien was trying to prosesse, once he did, his mouth hung open.

"Marinette…. Your….. Are you….. Pregnant?"

"Yes, Adrien. You're going to be a father."

"This is wonderful news." He said, pulling her into a tight hug.