A/N: Oops. I lied. Darn plot bunnies. This really is it.

Edit: Thanks to pajamawolfie who (once again) caught my writing error.

If Adrien could shove the buzzing alarm clock off the bedside table, he would. As it would happen, he couldn't quite reach it. He'd have to force Marinette off his chest first and that was worse than listening to that blasted alarm clock ring.

The petite woman stirred and groaned and grabbed the fabric of his shirt tighter. "I hate that clock."

"Why'd we keep it again?" Adrien grumbled.

"Because it was a wedding gift from your father and you said you wanted to keep whatever he gave you."

Adrien was beginning to regret ever saying that.

Finally, and sadly, Marinette rolled away from him so she could slam her hand on the "off" button. When she did, Adrien immediately wrapped his arms around her and yanked her back against him. She squeaked in her adorable little way before turning around in his arms so that she could hold him as well. She sighed in contentment.

And then let loose a growl that could put Chat Noir's to shame when Adrien's cell phone went off.

"Is your dad seriously calling you? It's too early."

Adrien groaned, holding his wife tighter. "I don't think he would agree with your determination of 8:30 being too early."

"You don't even have to go to that meeting until 11. It's too early."

When the phone buzzed a second time, Adrien grunted but reached over to grab the phone. Only to be yanked back by Marinette.

"Stay," she demanded.

"But—"

"Your father can have you later, when you two scheduled that time to meet and talk business. Until then, he doesn't get to boss around a 23-year-old man who has a wife who wants her husband to stay in bed."

Seriously, Adrien wasn't going to argue with that.

So he allowed himself to be held down in bed while Marinette snuggled her "cuddle cat" and tried (and failed) to stifle her laughter while he tickled her with butterfly kisses. It was a good hour before they finally headed to the kitchen for breakfast.

While Adrien waited for the coffee to brew, he checked the calendar. He made a note of the schedule today as well as the busy day tomorrow, but the one thing that caught his eye was the little, red 28 on the calendar a couple weeks back.

Adrien frowned. Four years of marriage meant it was unavoidable to know when Marinette was on her cycle. Her attitude change, the things in the garbage, the occasional spot of blood in the bathroom. It was just part of marriage. So noticing the absence of all those things for a solid two weeks after that little 28 was odd.

He felt his wife come up by his side, wrapping her arms around his waist. "What you thinking about?"

He looked down at Marinette's smiling face. "Nothing."

She hummed skeptically. "Really? Sure you aren't thinking about that?" She pointed to the little 28 on the calendar.

Adrien quirked a brow at her, then to where she was pointing.

Her smile grew. "Think about it, Adrien."

He continued to stare at her, confused. And it must have shown on his face the second it clicked because she dissolved into a fit of giggles and hugged him tighter.

"Are you serious?" Adrien asked, his voice weak and whispery.

Marinette pulled her face from his chest long enough to nod at him, beaming smile still on her face.

Adrien soon broke out of his stupor and engulfed her in a hug. Marinette continued to giggle, then squealed as Adrien picked her up and swung her around. Her feet barely had time to touch the ground when Adrien fell to his knees and pressed a long kiss on her stomach. With the beginning of happy tears forming in the corner of her eyes, Marinette ran her fingers through her husband's hair as he continued to press his face against her.

"I'm gonna be a dad?"

Marinette nodded. "You're gonna be a dad," she confirmed, still trying to absorb the fact that she herself was going to be a mom. "Which is great because you're too good of daddy material not to be one."

He looked up at her, his chin still resting lightly on her stomach. "You said that about me being husband material."

Marinette shrugged. "What can I say? You're cut from good cloth. And I know a thing or two about that," she said with a wink.

Adrien laughed at that before finally getting up off his knees. "I love you."

Marinette leaned into him, wrapping her arms up around his neck while his arms snaked around her waist. "I love you, too."