Author's Note: This is the last chapter! Many thanks to every single one of you for all of the reviews, favourites, and follows for this fic. Your encouragement and support meant a great deal. I'm glad you all enjoyed it so much and I hope you continue to enjoy this final chapter.

Twenty three years later…

"Mummy," six year old Louis Agreste whined, "do I really have to wear a tie?"

Marinette paused from adjusting her youngest child's tie and looked up to meet his matching big, round, blue eyes. "Yes," she said firmly as she tugged the tie a little tighter (but not too tightly she couldn't bear the thought of accidentally choking one of her babies!), "it will make Daddy happy to see you dressed up just for him."

Louis pulled a face but the magical words make Daddy happy prevented him from complaining. Marinette had long learnt how wonderful those words were when it came to persuading her children into doing something they didn't really want to do.

How else was she supposed to peel her thirteen year old daughter out of her jeans and converses that she wore to death?

Speaking of which….

"I don't see why we have to dress up at all!" Emma complained as she tugged at the black sash on her red dress. "We're going to see Dad for the total of five minutes to sing this song and then we're being banished. What's the point?"

"The point is presentation," Marinette explained calmly (for the fifth time today and she lost count how many times she had to say it this week alone), "specials costumes for a special performance just adds to the romance of it all." All four of her children pulled a disgusted face at the thought of being party to their parents' romance. "But if you want more reason you for your outfits," Marinette added slyly, "You could always forget the pizza and share the romantic, candlelit dinner your father and I-"

"We're good!" Emma interrupted hastily. "We're wearing the outfits, we'll do the song, and then we're leaving! No more romance for us!"

Oh how Marinette hoped that will always be the case. Her children were growing up far too quickly and the thought of them finding love and leaving to make their own homes made her blood run cold.

"Speaking of the song," Hugo spoke up from behind his lyric sheet that Marinette had helpfully printed off for all four children, "Dad wasn't a natural born songwriter was he?" he said critically. "A lot of these lyrics don't have a solid rhythm like the original."

"I think it's lovely!" Dottie said stoutly, ever the most loyal and sweetest of all of Marinette's children. "It's very romantic! Who cares about rhymes and rhythms and making sense?"

Hugo opened his mouth to argue but the sound of a car driving up the driveway could be heard and Marinette shrieked loudly. "He's here! He's here!" she cried out panicked as she started to drag Louis to stand in position. "Oh God!" she moaned as she took in her reflection in the hall mirror. Her hair was making a decent escape attempt from her bun and she still hadn't put on her makeup. "I'm not ready! I'm going to end up scaring your father rather than romancing him!"

Twenty three years they had been together since that fateful Valentine's Day, most of it they had spent married, and this is the first, real, time that Marinette got to make a big, grand, romantic gesture.

Adrien had to go away on a business trip which, as always, left Marinette lonely, cold, and missing him dreadfully but it gave her a chance to finally plan a Valentine's Day that swept him off of his feet for once.

She had cunningly got Adrien's PA to cancel any plans Adrien might try to make (once Marinette had planned a romantic dinner for Adrien's return home many years ago only to find Adrien had not only booked an earlier flight home to surprise her but a hot air balloon of all things to whisk her away for his own pre-arranged romantic dinner) and planned out her own itinerary of romance for the evening including a candlelit dinner, snuggling on the sofa (or rather, making out on the sofa like randy teenagers as they pretended to watch a movie), a candlelit bath for two once the children were sound asleep, and then dessert.

But the icing on the cake was to have their children, the things they both loved more than each other, to sing that song that Adrien sort of, kinda, wrote that started their relationship.

She had kept the notes (along with all the other presents) in a special box and it took some time to fish them out and type out the lyrics properly and then get the children to rehearse the song. It was silly sounding and the most ridiculous thing ever but it was also the sweetest and most special thing he had ever done for her and she wanted to pay homage to it properly.

"Don't be silly Mum," Dottie said in a voice that was achingly similar to when Tiki was chiding her. The Kwamis are obviously a bad influence on her children. "Dad will think you're beautiful no matter what."

The door burst open before Marinette could argue and a dishevelled, breathless, Adrien stepped in as he waved a bouquet of bedraggled and slightly wilted pink roses like a madman.

"I'm sorry!" he shouted. "I'm so, so, so sorry! My assistant kept mucking things up! Nothing I asked for got done and I'm sure they booked me on the latest, longest, flight possible. I will fire them imm-"

"On the first day of Valentine my true love gave to me," the children all started to sing loudly over Adrien's declarations to fire his assistant. "One pure heart, on the second day of Valentine my true love gave to me, two sweet kisses and one pure heart, on the third day of Valentine…"

Adrien's eyes widened in realisation as he slowly dropped the arm that had been waving the roses and shifted his feet as he listened intently to their children. His lips formed a little 'o' of surprise and awe as he carefully listened to Dottie's sweet voice, Hugo's slightly sceptical singing (a small, puzzled, frown appeared on his face as he struggled with the wrongness of the tune), Emma's clear notes, and Louis trying is best but getting more and more lost the longer the song went on.

"Blah, blah, blah, true love, blah, blah," Louis half shouted, half sang cheerfully, "five gold rings, blah, blah, blah, blah, true love, six soft toys, five gold rights, blah, blah, blah, blah, oh! One pure heart!"

Eventually though they all managed to reach the end of the song and sang the very best they could (blatantly pleased that it was almost over you would think Marinette had asked them to sing while standing on burning hot coals the way they were acting).

"On the fourteenth day of Valentine my true love gave to me his body, heart, and soul, thirteen days of his time, twelve dozen red roses, eleven scented candles, ten bolts of cloth, nine true vows, eight cakes of magic, seven songs of love, six soft toys, five gold rings, four string quartets, three fine threads, two sweet kisses, and one pure heart!"

They all immediately slumped in relief when they finished the song and panted ever so slightly as they tried to catch their breath.

Adrien applauded them as loudly and enthusiastically as he could. "Brava!" he cried out. "Brava! Encore!" he encouraged them. "Encore!"

Emma and Hugo exchanged pained looks while Dottie put her bravest smile on. None of them were willing to sing the whole thing again but neither did they want to deny Adrien anything. Fortunately though Louis saved them all by being an impatient six year old and immediately broke away from the group to throw his arms round Adrien.

"Happy Valentine's Day Daddy!" he chirped.

Adrien laughed as he scooped Louis up. He was almost too old for that (and boy, did that make Marinette's heart ache with the loss of another baby being too old for big hugs like that) and his legs now dangled to Adrien's knees but that didn't stop Louis from snuggling as close as he could. "Happy Valentine's Day, Bugsy," Adrien replied.

Marinette stifled a groan at that dreaded name. She might have won that argument on Louis' legal name but Adrien held steadily on the nickname.

Dottie dashed forwards to receive a one-armed hug from Adrien as she tip-toed to kiss his cheek. "How was your trip?" she asked sweetly.

"Boring, lonely, and miserable," Adrien said melodramatically, "I wanted to be home with my kittens and bugs."

The children giggled, the teenagers rolled their eyes but looked delighted, and Marinette just beamed at the sight of Adrien surrounded by their children. It was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen.

"We wanted you home too," Emma admitted with all the nonchalance a thirteen year old could summon, "Did you really give Mum all of those things?"

"Yep," Adrien grinned, "each and every one of them."

"Even the string quartets?!" Emma cried out disbelievingly.

Marinette didn't blame her. She had been there and even she had a hard time believing that one actually happened.

"What are string quartets?" Louis asked.

"String quartets are a group of four classical musicians," Hugo replied, "they usually consist of two violinists, one cello player, and one viola player."

"So four string quartets would be…" Louis slowly counted on his fingers over and over, like Marinette, maths wasn't his strong point, "Sixteen people!" he exclaimed. His eyes widened in awe at this. "Where does Mummy keep them all?!" he whispered.

Adrien chuckled at that. "I didn't literally buy Mum sixteen people," he said, "I just hired them all to perform a song."

"Why didn't you buy them?" Louis asked.

"Because it's illegal Louis!" Hugo cried out exasperated.

"Why?"

Hugo looked strained as he frantically searched for the best way to explain slavery to a six year old. Fortunately though Emma jumped in at that point. "Because it is," she said simply, "now come on kiddo. Let's go upstairs so Mum can do her romancing," she pulled a disgusted face, "in peace."

"I don't wanna!"

"Fine," Emma shrugged, "you stay here and watch Mum and Dad act all icky and gushy over their boring dinner," Marinette spluttered at that. She didn't know which one was more insulting icky, gushy, or boring. "While we," Emma carried on as she gestured to herself, Hugo, and Dottie, "will eat pizza and watch the Lion King."

"What! No!" Louis wailed. "I want pizza and Lion King!"

"Best hurry up then or we'll do it all without y-"

Emma didn't get to even finish her threat as Louis suddenly raced up the stairs. "I'm hurrying! I'm hurrying!" he shouted. "You should be the ones to hurry up!"

Emma held her hand out to Marinette. "Pizza money," she demanded. Marinette raised an eyebrow in reply and Emma immediately looked abashed. "Please," she tacked on politely.

"Here you go," Marinette barely passed the twenty euro note when Emma suddenly took off with Hugo and Dottie. "Normal bedtimes still apply!" Marinette called out after them.

Judging by their groans they heard but whether or not they would actually obey was a different matter entirely.

"Excuse me," Plagg poked his head out from Adrien's coat pocket, "exactly where is the nearest cheese without all of this," he waved a disgusted paw at Marinette and Adrien, "romance tainting it."

"Tiki is waiting in one of the spare bedroom with a camembert tart with your-"

Marinette didn't even get to finish her sentence as a black blur suddenly rushed past her up the stairs. She blinked, startled, and then turned to meet Adrien's amused, sparkling, green eyes only to burst out laughing in unison with him.

They met in the middle, between giggles and chortles, to hug and Marinette pulled back far enough so she could look at him in the eye. "Hi!" she squeaked slightly (she couldn't help it! It's been three days since she had been this close to him!).

"Hello," Adrien replied warmly as he nuzzled her nose with his, "I take it you're the reason why my assistant suddenly became terrible at her job."

"You always get to do the romance," Marinette replied indignantly, "it was my turn to romance the socks off of you!"

"Only my socks?" Adrien pouted. "How disa-paw-ting."

"Hmm…" Marinette hummed as she tangled her fingers in the soft, silky, blonde curls that met the collar of Adrien's jacket, "if you're lucky I might try for some more," she murmured as she leaned up for a kiss.

Adrien happily obliged as he leaned down to meet her in a soft, sweet, lingering kiss that was far too chaste for Marinette's liking (three days!). "I should shower," he mumbled against her lips, "I've been travelling all day and-"

She interrupted him with a firmer, more impatient, kiss. "I don't care," she said, "you still smell like you and that's more than good enough for me," she kissed him again, a light butterfly peck, "besides you can have a bath later," she promised with another kiss, "with candles," another kiss, "and bubbles," another, longer, one, "and me."

Adrien moaned delightedly at the thought and pulled her in for a more thorough kiss. His hands holding her close and tight with one tangled in her hair (making her bun messier than ever) and another on her waist. The bouquet of roses he had brought had been completely abandoned on the floor as they were distracted with much more interesting things. "Why wait?" he asked. "Let's have one now."

"The kittens and bugs are still awake," she reminded him softly, Adrien groaned but didn't argue with that one. "Patience is a virtue, Kitty," she smirked, "dinner first. Trust me, I have a great, big, plan of romance."

"Oh I believe you," Adrien said, "having the kittens and bugs sing that song was a big tip off. How did you remember all of that?"

"Aside from it being the most romantic thing ever, and so of course I will treasure those two weeks for the rest of my days," Marinette said, "I also kept all the notes. It was just a case of pulling them out to make sure I got it down all right."

"You kept them?" Adrien asked, immensely pleased.

"Of course I did," she whispered, "why ever would I not?"

"I should do it all over again," Adrien said thoughtfully as he pressed a kiss on her forehead, "only I should change the ending. It's only hearing it sung out loud I realised that it doesn't all fit right."

Marinette laughed at that. "Your son complained about the same thing," she grinned, "but I don't even want to know what you'll change the end to. I hardly need fourteen of anything."

Especially as she had everything she could ever want in life. She had her family and friends, she had her dream job, she had her dream husband who turned out be far greater than any fantasy she could conjure, and she had four beautiful, cheeky, clever children that she certainly couldn't dream up.

She wanted nothing more than what she already had.

"Oh I don't know," Adrien murmured as a devious, sexy, glint entered his eyes that always sent shivers down Marinette's spine, "I don't think you ever had fourteen-" he cut himself off, ducked down quickly, and leaned in before he whispered the word hotly in her ear before he tugged her earlobe between his teeth and gave it a light nip.

Marinette squeaked as she instantly flushed right pink and felt her knees buckle beneath her. Twenty three years together meant that she was never shy around Adrien anymore, how could she when she had thrown up, cried, given birth, and had done all other disgusting realistic things in front of him? But for that moment she felt like she was fourteen all over again and really seen him for the first time in that rainstorm. She felt hot, flustered, and completely weak in the knees as her heart raced with excitement, her stomach somersaulted, her palms sweated, and cheeks burned.

She was a wobbly wreck of emotions.

Goddamn him!

Adrien smirked triumphantly but she wasn't going to let him have his victory all that easily. She managed to control herself enough to flutter her eyelashes at him coyly. "Promises, promises" she said airily. "You talk the talk Hot Stuff but can you walk the walk?"

His confidence didn't waver for a second. "You know I can," he drawled out, "Princess."

"Do I?" she asked with false innocence. "Because I don't ever recall being given fourteen of those before."

"There is always a furst time, My Lady," he purred out. She rolled her eyes at the pun but didn't complain as she happily received another, sweeter, kiss from her husband. "Happy Valentine's Day Princess," he murmured.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Kitty."