Day 7: Future

Adrien could count on one hand the number of times the word "yes" had changed his life. The first to come to mind was when he'd been allowed to go to public school and ultimately made his first real set of friends. The second, of course, came when Marinette agreed to date him. And he desperately hoped he would soon hear the biggest, most important "yes" of his life.

"Will you marry me?"

The words hung in the night air and every heartbeat of silence felt like a hammer to his chest. Marinette stared, wide-eyed and open-mouthed at the ring in Adrien's hand. Tikki lovingly floated up and pushed the woman's jaw closed. The contact shocked Marinette back into reality.

"YES!" She blurted out. "Yes, yes! Of course!" She launched herself into her fiancé's arms, nearly knocking him off balance.

Adrien laughed as he caught her, too full of joy to worry about anything else in the world. Holding her tight, he stood them both up, and planted kiss after kiss onto her smiling lips. Eventually he reached into the box and presented the ring to her left hand. It was a perfect fit.

The diamond was modest, but shone brilliantly in the moonlight. It was flanked by two smaller diamonds, and the band twisted beautifully around Marinette's slender finger. The diamonds were all cut into a square.

"It's called a princess cut." Adrien told her, indicating the center stone. "It was my mother's engagement ring. Father wanted you to have it. And I just happen to think it fits you perfectly," he raised his hand to cup Marinette's face. "Princess."

"It's beautiful, Adrien." She gave him a quick peck before smirking. "Pawsitively purrfect."

"I love you." He said, fervently, bringing his forehead to rest against hers.

"I love you, too." She closed her eyes, soaking in the moment.

"Don't keep us in suspense, kid! Let us see the ring!" Plagg said, floating up between the couple.

Adrien rolled his eyes, but Marinette rose her hand for the Kwami to see. Tikki zipped up to join them.

"Me too, me too!" She gasped. "Oh, Marinette, it's gorgeous! Plagg, isn't it so beautiful?"

Plagg shook his head but wore a smile. "Ya done good, kid. I always knew this one was a keeper." He said, smug.

"You only said that after you found out her family makes cheese cake, and you get all-you-can-eat access." Adrien accused.

Plagg shrugged, "I never said it was unconditional."

Tikki put a hand to her face. "You're impossible."

The two Kwami began a light-hearted bicker and Adrien returned his attention to his bride-to-be.

"Well, Milady, what should we do now? Live happily ever after?" He asked, waggling his eyebrows cheekily.

"Eh," Marinette waved a hand at the idea. "Sounds too simple. And we have always been anything but simple."

Adrien nodded. "True. Then what do you suggest?"

She smiled, a glint in her eye.

"No fair! That's like four times in a row now!" Adrien yelled.

"Don't be bitter, Kitty. You knew what you were getting into when you proposed." She said with a triumphant grin.

"Well, yeah, but I thought I'd actually be better after all these years…" He placed his controller onto the coffee table, defeated. The tv screen in front of them flashed "Player 1 Wins," mocking him. "Four embarrassing defeats in a row…" he muttered, shaking his head.

"Aw," she leaned against him, her chin on his shoulder. "Don't worry, Chaton. You have the rest of our lives to catch up to me."

He kissed her nose. "That is true."

"And," She said standing up and walking away, "we'll have a baby at some point. Babies are notoriously bad at video games." She winked at him over her shoulder.

Adrien froze, staring at her retreating form. "A baby…" he whispered.

"What's wrong?" She asked, staring at him over the bar in the kitchen. Adrien loved the apartment for that reason; it was small enough that a conversation could be kept from anywhere inside, but enough room for friends to come visit, with an extra bedroom spend the night in if needed. But with this new thought, it suddenly felt cramped.

"Adrien?" She said when he didn't move. "Are you alright?" She brought a couple drinks and some chips to the couch. "I- I didn't mean to freak you out or anything… I-"

Adrien's hands were suddenly on her shoulders and he looked at her seriously.

"We-we could have a baby someday…" he said.

"Well, yeah." She answered, unsure what was going on.

"You could be a mommy." He took a breath. "And I- I could be…a…"

"A daddy?" she filled in.

A tear rolled down Adrien's cheek, followed by another, until he was openly crying with joy. "I could be a daddy someday!" he cheered.

She smiled tenderly at him. "Yes, Kitty. You could be the most amazing daddy. In fact, I know you will be." She stroked a hand through his hair and down to cup his cheek.

"How many?" Adrien said suddenly.

"How many kids?"

"Yeah!" he was suddenly on his knees in front of her. "How about three? Or four? Is six too many?"

Marinette laughed, stopping his mini-rant. "Adrien, how about we get married first? Then we can talk about one and go from there." She planted a quick peck before reaching for the chips.

"Wedding, right." He said, but his eyes showed his mind was anywhere but in the room with her.

Marinette shut off the game and grabbed the remote. "Wanna watch a movie?" She asked.

"What if I'm just like my dad?" He said quietly, still staring off into space.

"Guess not." Marinette mumbled, setting the remote down. "That's not going to happen." She answered.

"But what if-"

"If anything, you'd be more like my father." She held up her hand and ticked off her fingers as she spoke. "You're both pun-loving dorks, get up way too early to be normal for human life, work harder than anyone I know, and would do anything for your family." She finished. "I swear, if you had a mustache and put on a few more pounds you would be my father…"

Adrien gasped, his eyes lighting up like Christmas lights. "Should I grow a mustache?" he asked excitedly.

"Absolutely not." She deadpanned.

"Aw, why not?"

"Because every time you'd kiss me, it'd be like kissing my father." Marinette leveled a stare at him. He blanched.

"Oh, yeah. Bad idea."

"Now that that's settled, do you wanna watch a movie or not?" she asked, picking up the remote again.

"What about a beard, then?"

Marinette groaned.

A/N: Ugh, these guys just wouldn't stop being cute! Well, that's fluff for you.

That's all folks! Day 7 and the finale to 2018's Adrien Appreciation week! I sincerely thank you all for reading and sticking with it. It's the most I've written in a week in a long time, and it's all because of you lovely readers! I'll still be around, hopefully writing more to post here, but until then, maybe check out my two other stories, Marry Me, and Muse. You can find them via my profile.

Thanks again, and I'll see you all later!