Author's note: YES I was away WAY too long I am so sorry but I just went overboard with trying to write a short every day and killed my motivation. I still had to make up for the angst though so here you have fluff on fluff on fluff uwu

And for those interested; Marichat May is just around the corner and I'm going to participate in this as well :3

This is a continuation of Don't drink and love (Day 14)!

"I'm sorry son but I don't think that Marinette would be comfortable with meeting you right now" Tom apologized to Adrien and mumbled "also she's got a bad hangover" to himself so the innocent, nervous boy in front of the counter couldn't hear him. Apparently he was more than sure that his daughter didn't drink much but alcohol seemed to be her natural enemy.

"Oh- uhm- yeah, well I understand, yes" Adrien stammered as all the hard-earned courage he'd built up to actually go to her home to talk to Marinette vanished within seconds.

With a small smile Tom exhaled and inspected the fidgeting jitterbug, clearly clueless about what to do next. That he didn't want to go without having achieved anything was as obvious as that this boy and his daughter had blooming feelings for each other.

So he, Tom Dupain, declared it his very own mission to get this awkward yet adorable mess sorted out!

Who said you can't pick your own son-in-law?

"I'll see what I can do but don't get your hopes up" he said as indifferent as possible but the sparkling beam he got as an answer threatened his poker face immensely. Now he understood why Marinette's best friend always referred to him as 'the pretty sunshine boy'.

"You will? Thank you so much Monsieur!" sunshine boy exclaimed euphorically before clearing his throat and calming down a little.

Control yourself, Agreste.

"Watch the bakery while I'm gone, would you?" Tom turned around and headed to the stairs leading to their personal space. On his way he passed his wife that leaned against the doorframe and shook her head at him with an amused smile. He answered with a wide grin and she began to giggle.

"That's my husband all over" she chuckled and kissed his cheek. "You may be the only father in all of Paris setting his daughter up instead of chasing every boy away."

Playfully he scoffed. "If I wouldn't do it my dear wife would" he responded and the proud grin on Sabine's face was all proof needed.

Since the very first time he'd climbed them he hated the stairs to Marinette's room with a fiery passion. They were steep, the stairs were small and the trap door was nothing less than a nightmare.

But he would do anything for the happiness of his little girl.

"Marinette?" he asked carefully after knocking while he entered her room.

"Donscreamame" she mumbled into her pillow and curled up.

With a smirk he remembered his first hangover and how much he wanted to kill his parents for not letting him suffer in peace.

Surely he would grant his beloved Marinette the exact same experience.

"There's a gentleman in the bakery dying to speak to you" he explained casually (yet louder than necessary) causing her to sit up straight blazingly fast. Her painful grimace showed that she regretted it immediately so she just slumped back on her back.

"Tell him I'm not home" she answered embarrassed and hid her face behind her blanket.

"No, better tell him I passed away! Yes, I'm dead!"

Holding in his laughter Tom started a last attempt.

"Oh Netti, but he really is so nice and…"

"I'm dead!" she yelled into her pillow as loud as she could without causing her head to burst (which wasn't very loud).

"Guess I'll send him away then" he responded and slowly turned around, not banning the smirk off of his face.

"Do that" Marinette answered deadpanned and turned to her side, ready to truly die due to a mix of shame and alcohol abuse.

"And never call me Netti again!" she 'shouted' after him as he climbed down Mount Everstairs.

"Guess she's not coming. Sorry again, son" shrugging Tom entered the bakery finding a concentrated Adrien narrowing his eyes at every costumer entering. Seemed he took the 'look over the bakery'-thing quite serious.

As soon as he heard the man's words he straightened up and smiled at him politely.

"Oh, it's okay Monsieur. I wouldn't want to pressure her." Sheepishly he fumbled at his jacket before getting himself to actually leave.

"Nevertheless, thank you very much for the trouble. Have a good day!" he waved and left the bakery hesitantly.

What a nice guy Marinette had picked to give her heart to.

Thanks to his fatherly senses he could nearly hear his daughter groaning and tearing her hair as she accepted that she couldn't let him leave like that.

Satisfied with his work he watched the blonde boy walking through the rain as he saw a shaky ball of colorful blankets come running/stumbling from the other side of the building.

Curiously his wife accompanied him.

Resigned about the fact that he wouldn't get the words he'd prepared off his chest Adrien headed outside, sighing as he realized that it'd started to rain while he'd been inside.

Discouraged he took a few steps towards the main street but suddenly a shadow appeared above him.

Surprised he turned around, facing a sheepish Marinette wrapped in a self-made patchwork blanket holding an umbrella – his umbrella, to be exact – over their heads.

For a second they just stood there like this, staring into each other's eyes.

She was so beautiful.

"Guess it's time to give it back after all" she said and laughed nervously, remembering very well what she'd said the other day. Luckily her face had been red the whole time so he couldn't see the uprising blush. Little did she know that he barely even heard what she'd just said.

He was too smitten by her sheer appearance.

With bleary eyes, messy hair and burning cheeks she still (or even more) caused the urge inside of him to pull her into his arms and just hold her close as long as possible. Preferably forever.

He wanted to feel her warmth again, her soft skin. He wanted to smell her unique scent and he wanted her loosen strands of hair tickling his chin.

He wanted to place a butterfly kiss on her forehead, on the tip of her nose, on her cheeks, on her…

Welp, there goes his well prepared speech.

What did he want to tell her again?

"…Adrien?" she asked insecurely and he realized he must have stared at her without saying a word for quite a while. Baffled he blinked himself back to reality and with a small smile Marinette offered her help.

"What was it you wanted to talk to me about?" she asked innocently as if she wasn't perfectly aware about what he wanted to talk about.

"I- uh…uhm. I wanted…"

Damn, her lovely eyes were so distracting! How was he supposed to concentrate like this?

Screw it.

"I wanted to do this" he whispered tenderly, not averting his eyes from these bright red lips of hers and leaned in ever so slowly so she could back down if she wanted to.

She didn't.

A few feet away Parisian citizens wondered what got into the local bakers causing them to cheer and performing little victory dances.