Tom Doupen looked at his wife with sorrowful eyes.

"We all knew this day would come." He told her.

"Y- Yes, I know... I just never wanted it- I never thought it'd come this quickly." She answered, looking at him with tears running down her face.

"Of course, I know sweetheart, but Pitch is a force to be reckoned with." He whispered, his mouth set in a thin line. "Pitch, you can see our daughter."

"You mean, my daughter, Thomas." Pitch corrected, his eyes gleaming.

"I raised her for seventeen years, Pitch, she's more my daughter than yours." Tom stared at the other man, hatred burning in him.

"Either way, Thomas, blood is thicker than water."

Marinette sighed, looking at Adrien. Plagg didn't look at her, his eyes on Adrien's sleeping figure. She held her stomach, which had grown in the months' Adrien had been in the coma.

Now, it was September, and she was expecting her child any day now.

"Chat, I miss you," for some reason, she never called him Adrien it just felt wrong, "I wish you'd wake up soon, and I'm expecting this little one any day now." She smiled wryly.

"Mari, he's got to wake up soon, right?" Plagg asked.

It had been his first words since Adrien had fallen in his coma.

"Of course, Plagg, and he'll wake up so he can see his child enter the world." As she said it, Marinette didn't believe it.

There was no way he'd wake up.

She doubted he'd ever wake up.