"Do you know what I dream of, Bugaboo?"

Ladybug rolled her eyes at the nickname, just like she does every time. And just like she does whenever he calls her that, she doesn't even spare him a glance. "What do you dream of, Chat Noir?"

"Owning a quaint, little townhouse like this one." He tapped his foot on the roof of the house they were perched on. Today, they were hanging out in the city instead of on the Eiffel Tower after their completed patrol, talking about everything and nothing, as per usual.

"Really?" Ladybug teased. She looked down at the roof, pretending to assess the admittedly quaint house. "Seems awfully big for just one person."

Chat scoffed, holding his hand to his chest in mock offense. "My Lady, I would not live alone."

"Oh, I forgot," she interrupted before he could continue. "You and your kwami."

"Hardly." He looped his arm around her shoulder. "Us and our kwamis."

Ladybug snorted and shook off his arm off, earning a pout from him. "Keep dreaming, Chat, because that's not going to happen." She moved along the rooftops, leaving Chat in her wake.

Not that he lingered long. "You're right, Bugaboo," he said once he caught up. All evidence of his previous frown were long gone. "The house is too small. We would need something slightly bigger so you can have a studio."

"You'd rent me a studio apartment?" Ladybug questioned dubiously.

"No, no. A fashion studio for you to design in."

Ladybug froze. "What?"

Chat spun lazily around to look back at Ladybug. "Well, that's what you want to be, right? A famous fashion designer? I think you'll do well, My Lady. Especially with the connections you'll have." With a wink, he turned back on his heel and began strolling across the rooftops.

It took Ladybug a moment to kick back into action. She rushed in front of him, stopping him with a hand to his chest. He looked far too smug for his own good, which didn't bode well for her. "Wait a second, Kitty. How did you know about that?" She paused, rethinking his statement. "And what do you mean 'connections I'll have'? I'm not going to use my status as Ladybug to further my career."

"Of course not," Chat agreed. "But you'll be in with some of the biggest names in the industry. You'll have connections."

Shaking her head in confusion, Ladybug decided to just drop the subject. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of playing into his hand, which was likely what he wanted. She pushed him away. "Whatever you say." She'd press him about it later when he was far less smug as he was right now.

"Whatever I say?" Chat smartly remarked. "Well then, that means, you'll say yes when I propose to you, we'll marry with a small intimate wedding with only our closest friends, then you'll go on to become the best fashion designer in all of Paris while I help run your business—I'm pretty good at business, you know—and somewhere in the midst of all that, we'll raise a happy little family complete with a dog, a cat, and three kids."

Ladybug froze, and the vibrant red blush sprawling across her cheeks right now only caused Chat to grin wider. Though, how that was possible, Ladybug didn't know; he was smiling plenty big already.

His green eyes sparkled with mirth as he gazed at her. "Three is a great number, don't you think?"

Her mouth opened on its own accord. Too bad nothing came out.

"Emma, Hugo, and Louis," he said thoughtfully before leaning over Ladybug's ear. "I really love those names, Princess."

Her face could not get any redder, she was certain. Any insults, any tell-offs, any rejections completely faded away as her mind only registered one thing.

Her heart kicked into frantic overdrive. "How?"

"How could I love those names? Well, Hugo is my middle—"

"No, I mean…" Ladybug blinked. "Hugo is your middle name?"

Chat nodded, but Ladybug barely noticed as she quickly backtracked, sputtering all the while. "No, no, no. What I meant to say was how'd you figure out who I was?"

Thankfully, Chat had the decency to look sheepish. "Next time you detransform, make sure the closet doesn't have a window."

Ladybug smacked her head at her own stupidity. In her defense, she barely managed to shut the door before she detransformed. The last Akuma battle had been a hard and lengthy one.

That sheepish expression on Chat's face soon melted away and was replaced by a giddy, Cheshire Cat grin. "And now that I know that I can have both my Lady and my Princess, I am one happy cat."

Slowly, everything began to sink in. Chat knew her identity. Chat wasn't mad. Chat didn't seem disappointed. Ok, she could handle this. She could handle this.

But that didn't explain how he knew her dream. Only Alya and Tikki knew. Since there was no way either of them could tell, how did that cat know?

"Kitty," she began, tempering her irritation with fake sweetness, "I don't know how you figured out my dream, and while I'll pull it out of you yet, you should know that you clearly missed the detail of exactly who my husband would be."

Squaring off against her, he leaned forward till their noses were almost touching, giving her a sly grin. "Actually, Princess, I'll have you know that I fully did catch that detail. It was what caught my attention in the first place, and I'm flattered, really. As for how I learned, I wasn't eavesdropping if that's what you're thinking."

Ladybug huffed in disbelief.

Chat's smirk only grew. "All I have to say, Princess, is that if you want something to stay a secret, you and Alya should speak quieter."

With that, he turned to march away, leaving a befuddled, blushing Ladybug in his wake. "See you at school, Milady."

Chat bounded off the roof, leaving Ladybug too stunned to chase after him. Questions swirled like a storm in her mind. When? How? What? But most importantly, who? Who was he that he thought she would possibly marry—

Ladybug felt her heart stop right then and there as her eyes shot wide open. Nnnoooo!