Thank you for reading! This is the final chapter, but there is a sequel in the works. Stay tuned.

The following chapter has some scenes that may be upsetting for some readers.

***One Year Later***

Plagg cringed as Marinette's screams fill the room again. He was hiding in her purse alongside Tikki; not so patiently waiting for the baby to be born. The labor had been long and difficult, but the kwamis knew that the worst was yet to come.

"It's nearly time," Tikki said. "Are you ready?"

It was a weighted question. He was never ready. Not really. Even when he had been forced to do this by previous masters who had managed to get a hold of both the cat and ladybug miraculouses.

"I'll be right behind you," Tikki assured him and she gave his paw a slight squeeze.

"It just feels wrong," Plagg argued.

"You heard Em. If you don't do this, think of what it will mean for Adrien, for Marinette."

As if on cue, Marinette started screaming again and even he could tell it was almost time. There was a bustling of commotion and the screaming stopped.

"What is it?" he heard Marinette ask. "What's wrong?"

Plagg poked his head out of the purse and quickly spied the nurse trying desperately to save the newborn. That ashen color of the child's skin told him what he had already known to be the case. He waited as seconds seemed to stretch out into hours.

"Where's my baby?" Marinette was asking and he could hear Adrien beginning to sob. Finally, the nurse stepped back and gently covered the child with a blanket.

"I'm so sorry," the doctor started to say and Plagg raced to the child. Wasting not a single second, he summoned his power knowing that Tikki was right behind him. He didn't dare look as he quickly touched the child and then retreated to the purse. A soft cry behind brought stunned silence to the room. Instantly, he could feel Em's power wash over him. Looking back, he saw a nurse collecting Emma in her arms. There were cheers and cries, but all of it felt like a blur. Looking into Tikki's eyes, he was thankful.

As much as he hated his part in this, he also knew that it without him, there could be no miracle. The miracle that was Em.

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