Author Note: Here you go…see the end for the actual note, don't want to take up the beginning with anything long.

Kazza2182, I know…I can't believe I finished it…can't believe we're here…hopefully this sums up…most it well enough for NOW…;) I'm very very very grateful that you thought it was epic..and that you enjoyed the ride so much..my heart…is so full knowing that…there will be more I PROMISE…*looks down…* yeah..

ChubbyUnicornMama, bout dang time! Yes, very intense! And yes, a beautiful baby ^_^

Guest, I'm very glad you've enjoyed it thus far, hopefully this ending is…worth it…just summing up really…and ;) creating issues.

mrsbabby0611, glad you could rejoin me! I'm happy you wanted to continue at all, but here it is…the final chapter of The Thread of Fates…hopefully it's not too crappy for a last chapter…enjoy…

ENJOY!

Chapter Forty-Four: Miraculous

***Six Months Later***

Despite the incident having been on live television, and being recorded by various media devious, the eruption of the immense magical output seemed to distort a lot of the details of the videos, making it hard for people to access most of the footage from the incident. The few clean pieces people did have didn't have clear shots of anybody's faces, including Lila's, who had vanished into the wind again.

Adrien found some solace in this, as he had in fact, leapt from the roof without a mask after the woman he loved without fear of the consequences. He would do it over and over again without a second thought even if his identity had been revealed, but for now, his secret remained safe.

Plagg's constant nagging question was always 'Yeah? So, if you'd reached her and we hadn't gotten to you, what then? You'd both be dead!'

Well, he'd still have jumped. He wouldn't have let her die alone. He was with her every step of the way, and it was his job, his duty, his honor, his priviledge to at least try and sacrifice his life for hers, and that of his child's, now.

His mouth skimmed the bare flesh of her swelling belly, and she shivered, giggling. "I think you're going to miss the bulbous stomach," Marinette teased. "You seem quite attached to it."

"Just what's inside of it," he breathed easily, nuzzling the flesh with his cheek. She snorted, and he felt her indignant look without looking. "Not that I mind how you look!" He shot up, looking apologetic, his cheeks staining crimson.

"Sure, sure," she teased, jerking her chin at him. "I know you love me, silly kitty," she cooed as he crawled over her body, careful not to bump her stomach. "Marinette junior is fond of you, too." Her lips pressed tenderly to his.

"I thought we were going with Ladynoir junior?" He grinned and she scrunched her nose. He moved to kiss her, but she nudged him back, filtering another spoonful of chocolate ice-cream into her hungry mouth.

"Not on your life," she countered.

"I like kitten!" Plagg chimed in, galloping across the bed excitedly.

Adrien's emerald orbs cut to the kwami, whose behavior had gone through a real transformation the last few months. He'd gone from grumpy, to aggressive, to less aggressive, but still protective, to excited and eager, and kind of playful. He was starting to get weirded out. He thought it was a bit endearing, but he was hoping Plagg would level back out once the baby arrived.

"I thought I was kitten," Adrien complained, trying not to display the tiny twinge of jealousy he felt inside.

"Fine, kitten junior," Plagg spat, rolling his eyes. "Honestly."

"I like Anne." Tikki cooed softly.

They all looked at her. It had been difficult to engage the crimson kwami ever since the fateful date atop the tower when she'd learned she'd almost gotten Marinette and her unborn baby killed. The guilt nearly ate her alive. Eventually, they'd managed to talk her around, with Marinette's help one the bluenette found out about her condition, of course, and could tell her that she didn't blame her for anything.

"I'm the mom," Mari sighed.

"But the baby is all of ours," Plagg complained.

She gave him a look, and sighed again, nodding. "Yeah, you're right, we're in it together, but I don't think we're ever going to agree on a name," she grumbled, feeding herself more ice cream. Some of the sweet dripped down her chin, and she scoffed, exasperated. "Really?"

Adrien's lips quivered. She was more of a klutz than she'd ever been now. "I'm happy with whatever you choose, Princess," he whispered, crawling forward again. His tongue reached out to trace the small mess, catching each delectable chocolate drop before the tip of his sinful appendage traced her lips with ease. "Mmm, better than the ice-cream," he whispered darkly, hands rubbing her stomach slowly.

"Oh, geez," Tikki squeaked, embarrassed.

"You'd think they'd slow down," Plagg complained, but the voices were fading as the kwamis moved further away.

"Don't you ever get enough?" Her voice was breathy as she asked, even as her hands played under his shirt, ready to push it up and off his body.

"Do you?" He asked slowly, letting each word drip lazily from his lips as they trailed a line down over the soft fabric of her sports bra, and the taut flesh of her belly.

"N-No," she moaned softly, "but I asked you first." Her fingers played in the short spikey locks of his hair, which he'd cut back down to the length he wore as a teen, and she gripped the tresses tight as he peeled down her shorts with practiced ease, leaving her panties alone, despite the strength of her smell begging him to tear them off.

"Well," he choked out thickly, his tongue dragging in a slow lengthened motion over the bite scar of her inner thigh. Her back curved, and he pulled a box out of his pocket slowly, opening it one handed before kissing the mark he licked. "I could never get enough in my life," he admitted, passing his tongue torturously over the length of her slit over the fabric of her underwear.

Her taste drove him mad, but her body bucked beneath him, and it took all of his self control not to just give in right then. Instead, he kissed her pelvic bone and back up to her navel, rising above her, placing the box on her swollen belly, smiling down at her heavy lidded appearance. She was barely registering him at the moment, lost in her pleasure.

"I could never get enough in my life," he repeated softly, letting the Chat grin she adored so much take over his face. "Which is why, I was hoping that you, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, would spend the rest of yours with me?"

***One Month Later***

"Dude, I can't believe you didn't want a big wedding." Nino shook his face sadly.

"I did," he sighed, shrugging. "Marinette actually didn't. In the end, really, it was up to her. She felt flustered by the idea." His eyes slid to Nino. "Plus, what are you complaining for? You and Alya are coming this weekend, right? You are two of the few people invited, along with her parents, and…she wants me to invite my dad since he has been making the odd effort to reconnect for the last few months. He seems different." Adrien's voice trailed off.

His best friend looked at him. "Do you want to talk to your dad? Do you want him to come?"

"I'm not sure I want to open a wound with fresh expectation just to find out he's the same man he has always been and have him crush me, plus, he did some things I don't find excusable," Adrien bit out.

They moved around a group of people on the busy street and stopped in front of a display window filled with cakes. "Then don't, dude, but the decision is yours to make. Nobody will blame you either way. Don't force it if you don't want to see him."

The blonde nodded, numb, lifting his green gaze, and froze. There, in the reflection, he saw a familiar pair of icy blue eyes. It was….that woman? He'd seen her before. Her reflection…months back just before the battle where he'd used Destructive Darkness for the first time. Her long flowing white hair shimmered, even in the glass, and she only wore a black and white leotard. Her feet were bare.

"Nino, do you see h-her? The girl in the black and white, staring at us?" Marinette hadn't seen her, but this was the second time he had. Was it his imagination?

They both slowly turned to face the woman, and there she stood, face blank, her lithe body vibrating with an energy he couldn't quite explain.

"Uh, yeah, dude, why wouldn't I be able to see her?"

Those impossibly beautiful blue orbs slid from Nino to him, locking their gazes together. They stared into his soul, and he immediately felt…nothing. It was calm, it was soothing, but it was empty.

Her lips parted, her palm coming up slowly, offering her hand to him, and Adrien felt drawn to take a step forward. He couldn't stop himself. He wanted to stop, but something in his brain said he needed to go forward.

"Be my shield?" Her voice echoed softly, like bells along the wind, ethereal.

"Always," the word spilled from his mouth as if it was the most natural thing.

"Kid what're doing," Plagg hissed from his pocket, but the voice sounded so distant.

"Protect me from everyone?" Her voice was so close though. She was right there. He needed to go to her. His heart clenched.

"Forever," he continued, his eyes glazing over as their fingers touched, and electricity sparked between their flesh.

"Promise?" She smiled, and he echoed her.

"With my life, Princess."

Nino, whom he'd forgotten about, and hadn't heard or seen moving, rushed forward, tearig their arms apart, thrusting Adrien backwards. "Dude! She's casting some sort of magic on you!"

Adrien shook his head, snarling angrily. "NO!" He grabbed his friend in rage. How dare he rip him from his Princess? He needed to protect her! He needed to keep her safe! He promised! He…she….she was gone.

He blinked slowly, the feeling in his chest and blood subsiding as he sagged, the energy draining from him almost instaneously.

"Kitten!" Plagg shouted, frowning. "KITTEN!" The blow came, and it was harsh, but Adrien jerked forward, his head swimming back into focus.

"W-What was that?"

"T-Trouble," the kwami breathed, licking his lips anxioiusly. "Not an Akuma," he added. "Not our biggest problem," he insisted. "Your phone is going off like crazy."

The kwami was right, furthermore; Nino was giving him a healthy girth. "S-Sorry, bro, didn't…m-mean," he shook his head, grabbing the phone. His eyes scrolled over several texts and his eyes widened. "Shit, she's in labor, and it's early!"

***POV Change***

Marinette screamed, her fingers clenching desperately around Alya's hand as her back bowed forward. Her water had broken so suddenly, they'd both been surprised. What was far more unexpectant was the intense amount of excruciation that plagued her body, leaving her unable to walk.

Alya had tried aiding her to the car, but she'd screamed, whimpered, and shaken her head in protest. "N-No, it doesn't feel r-right! Where the fuck is A-A-Adrien!" She shrieked again, sweat pouring down her body in waves as she quaked in agony.

The journalist cried out with her, as the bluenette crushed her fingers, and as if summoned by her suffering, the blonde burst through the window, rolling across the carpet, panting as if even in Chat's body, he'd pushed himself harder than he'd ever done before.

"M-M-M-Mari," he stuttered, staring at her writhing on the bed. "Why are you still here? We have to get you to a hospital!"

The alarm in his voice was endearing, but the obvious statement just pissed her off for some reason. "Don't you think I know that!" She screamed angrily as another contraction rocked her body, and she hunched forward, sobbing, reaching desperately for him.

Adrien released Plagg, and his soft skin slid into her fingers. She squeezed him with all the strength she had, until her arm shook with the effort, and the contraction passed, and she fell back against the bed, panting.

"I think my hand is b-broken," Alya whimpered, cautiously withdrawing herself. "Sh-she won't let me take her. S-says it seems wrong. W-wants me to get the Master. I-I'll do that," she whispered, running.

Adrien frowned. "Princess," he flinched at his own word, swallowing. "We're not equipped to deliver a baby, what if something happens? Something could go wrong."

She tossed her head back and forth quickly, staring at the ceiling as she felt another contraction building up. "Something is telling me i-i-it will b-be o-o-kaaaaay!" She screamed again. She squeezed her eyes shut, flinging her free hand to grip his, and he used his spare to encase them so they were clasping both their hands together.

"I've got you," he whispered. "Squeeze as hard as you need to," he cooed, kissing her head as her body suffered. His calm words and gentle touches infuriated, but on top of that, they were…wonderful.

She sobbed, laying back again. "Th-thank you," she whispered hoarsely, watching Tikki hover nearby helplessly.

"It….it's different," she murmured.

"Yeah," Plagg commented. "I can sense it, too. Like when you make things," he whispered.

Tikki nodded.

"Want to fill the class in?" Adrien's voice was drowned out by another agonizing wave of pain, and it seemed to last forever before she could lie still again, but when the fog cleared, Rena, the quickest little fox, was there, with the Master.

"Oh, my," he whispered. "I'm not a doctor."

"I n-n-need to push!" Marinette screamed desperately, sobbing, her chest shuddering. "God, please, I need t-to push," she repeated.

Everyone froze in, what looked like horror. Well, almost everyone. "Geez, guys, get out of the way then. Babies," Rena muttered, taking off Marinette's pants and underwear without being shy about it. Everyone looked away. "Adrien, hold her leg, anchor her foot against your chest so she has leverage, Nino," her eyes cut to the door. "Do the same. Don't look if you can't stomach it," she spat firmly.

Marinette smiled, thankful for her best friend, licking her lips nervously. "W-When am I supposed to do this? I don't know," she cried honestly. Her mind was drawing a blank.

Rena stilled. "I th-think it's during the pain," she admitted.

Adrien chimed in. "During the contractions. That's what all the books said. You push during each contraction, don't push otherwise…and we hope that you're fully…dilated to do so or this is going to…be…bad," he whispered.

Marinette nodded quickly. She felt like this was the right time. Another one was building, and she didn't want to face the pain, but as it hit, she pushed, and she screamed, but it felt so much better to push than to bear with it.

Her fingers scraped into the bed, and she pushed her heels deep into their chests, her bare legs quivering with the effort. As the pain subsided, she took a deep breath, panting, and Alya locked their eyes together, smiling.

"I see some hair, girl," she whispered.

Marinette sobbed, trembling. "Okay, okay, I've got this." The kwamis came up to her head, rubbing her cheeks gently, reassuring. Another one was coming. She screamed, pushing with everything she had…and something…inside of her…burst…

Her eyes flew open wide, a burst of power rushing through her veins, and everyone screamed. Green and pink light filled the room until everyone was blinded and the heat was unbearable against her skin.

Then, as quickly as it came, it was gone, and the baby was crying, and the pain vanished instantly. She drifted backwards in her mind, but she frowned. There, floating….inches above her belly, glimmering in a glow of rose and emerald light, was an ornate Miraculous box.

***POV Change***

Adrien's eyes widened, his orbs darting between the levitating Miraculous box and his daughter. He scooped up the slimy girl, crading her against his body, despite getting all that fluid on his shirt.

"She's still attached," Rena commented.

"We're not cutting anything," he growled. "Call an ambulance, tell them what happened," he whispered, cradling the baby to keep her warm in his arms. "Mari was right about not wanting to go to the hospital initially, but we were dumb not to have someone on standby, the baby is so small," he croaked. "Call someone, now!"

She couldn't have been more than a few pounds. His little girl.

***POV Change (One Month Later)***

Adrien smiled, rubbing his face against Marinette's cheek, staring over her shoulder down into his daughter's beautiful eyes. "Do you think they'll make fun of her?"

His wife's voice sounded anxious, and he snorted. "I think anyone who makes fun of such beautiful eyes is an idiot," he replied. He stared down into the orbs, one beautiful bluebell, and one bright emerald, thinking how perfect she was. Her golden locks matched her father's hair in a messy style over her head.

"She has your grin," Mari giggled.

"She has gas," he snorted again, touching her plump cheek. "But, yeah, she'll definitely have my grin," he teased.

Tikki sighed loudly as she entered, her shoulders hunching. "I'm sure it'll open eventually, Tikki, be patient," Plagg insisted softly.

Adrien frowned, part of his heart twisting. The Miraculous box that had appeared when his daughter had been born wouldn't open. As far as anyone could figure, Marinette got pregnant as Ladybug, and since Tikki could create Miraculous', which he hadn't known, a special Miraculous had become of the coupling, being 'born' when their daughter had. It had burst into life just as their daughter had been pushed into the world.

It was 'Tikki's and Plagg's' child, kind of. Apparently, they'd never created one together before…in such a way….so she was getting more anxious by the day, which he couldn't blame her for. Adrien suspected because Obsida was born early, that the box might not be 'mature' yet? It was anyone's guess at this point.

"I don't know, Plagg," she whimpered. "What if they're something wrong with it? What if we hurt it because I…"

Adrien flinched. The cat hugged her tight, and the model pushed away from his wife and daughter, approaching the crimson being. "Hey, Tikki," he breathed, pulling her close. "You and Marinette have all the luck in the world on your side," he grinned. "Good and bad. So, you know what that means?"

She frowned, shaking her head slowly.

He pulled them both close to his heart. "Everything will be fine because we can make our own luck," he whispered. "We can decide our own fate, now."

Author Note: Thank you so much, to everyone who stuck with me through my crappy writing and this crazy epic roller coaster. I am going to start on 'The Weave of Destiny' which is dun dun dun…THE SEQUEL to The Thread of Fates, so keep an eye out if you are interested to see what is going to be happening next to our favorite hero duo…

You guys have kept me going with your amazing support and awesome comments, and I really couldn't have done it without you. I would be nothing without you. Please, stay amazing, and I'll try to continue being worthy of you guys. You humble a mediocre writer! I'm…so incredibly high on your praise! It enlightens my hearts and fills my soul with joy.

I will also see about continuing There is No Light Without Shadow, and will see if it gains traction.

Lastly, starting a Love Square debacle story, called 'Fashion My Heart a Noose'

These are all Miraculous Tales!

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