Author's note: Welcome! Sometimes you just need to take a break and write something for fun. This is where I will post whatever comes to mind Holiday+Miraculous themed. I might even be willing to take some requests, if I have time. So, come, hang out, enjoy a little fluff with me.

Marinette pushed back from her sewing desk and stretched.

"Sweetheart," Adrien said gently from behind her, "why don't you come to bed? It's nearly two; and honestly, the kids won't notice if you don't have all the piping completed by morning."

She looked down at the little black cat suit she was working on. It was nearly done, but there were a few finishing touches that she was hoping to accomplish. "I know, I know," she moaned, "I just want it to be perfect." Adrien started rubbing her neck and shoulders. She melted into his touch. He reached in and kissed her gently behind her ear.

"How can I help?" he murmured, kissing her jawline slowly toward her chin.

"Mmm…" she whispered as she turned her head and their lips met for a sweet, soft, lingering moment. "Hey," she suddenly gasped, pulling away sharply, "you're distracting me!"

He smirked, reached around her petit frame, and pulled the tiny cat suit from her hands. He placed it in the light and turned it over. "Hm… well," he said, putting on a rather impressive imitation of his father's austere voice, "this line is only vaguely reminiscent of the original suit, and what've you done with the bottom—given it a diaper flap? What are you expecting, a two-year-old to wear this? Preposterous, madam. But I suppose it will have to do."

She laughed. He picked her up and sat down, then snuggled his wife on his lap with his arms around her waist. "Seriously, Marinette, it's great. If it's bothering you, we can add the rest of the details later. I promise you, Hugo will have no clue."

She rested her head on his chest. "It's not Hugo I'm worried about, it's Emma. She's got this eye for detail already…"

His laugh shook her whole body. "That's true. I'm afraid she got the brunt end of design-eye-genes from both her parents."

Marinette held up the suit under the light. Adrien was still, after all these years, impressed at her work. The black costume was much softer than his Chat Noir attire, but the details were almost the same. Of course, being designed for their toddler, the piping didn't accentuate the deltoids and abdomen the way the actual Chat suit did, but instead made cute little stripes across the chest and back.

Marinette's body shook in his arms and he angled his head to look into her face. She was crying. "Oh no, sweetie, what's the matter?"

"I just want Christmas to be perfect, you know?"

He took the suit from her hands and placed it on the sewing desk, then picked her up and walked her down the hall to their bedroom. He pried the slippers from her feet and laid her on the bed. "No more sewing for you tonight, Mrs. Agreste," he ordered. He curled up beside her and kissed her softly. She was asleep almost instantly. Then, he padded back to the sewing room and checked over the beautiful little suit. He trimmed a few long threads and then wrapped the suit before heading downstairs to the Christmas tree. He placed the package with Hugo' other gifts that would surprise him the next morning, and took a moment to marvel over the beauty of it all. Marinette had set up a tree and had covered it with delicate ornaments and soft white lights. Within a week, Hugo had broken three ornaments and they had moved all the rest up and out of reach, leaving the bottom half of the tree bare. Adrien tidied the room so that Christmas morning would be less stressful, and then pulled another tiny wrapped gift from his pocket and placed it under the tree before heading back upstairs to his angelic wife.

"Maman!" Emma's feet stepped on Adrien's face as she climbed over him. "It's Christmas morning!"

Marinette stretched and yawned. "Is that so?" she teased. Emma grabbed her arm and started yanking her out of bed. "Don't I get to use the restroom first?" Emma shook her head.

"No, Maman, hurry up!"

Adrien climbed out of bed. "What about me? Don't you want me to see what you got?"

Emma's bright blue eyes rolled dramatically and Adrien laughed at how much she looked like her mother. "Oh Papa, you're so silly," she sighed. Adrien sniggered and locked eyes with Marinette, who smiled a response.

"Sweetie, give me a minute to get the camera and put on my slippers, alright?"

Adrien took Hugo from his crib and followed his beautiful girls down the stairs. Emma's squeals of delight lasted about ten minutes before she'd torn through almost all her own packages and was ready to be done.

"Look, Emma, here's two packages, one for you and one for Hugo—why don't you two open them?"

Emma took hers and handed the other to Hugo who started fiddling with the paper. Emma's fuzzy Ladybug suit spilled out of the paper as Marinette helped Hugo open his matching Chat Noir suit. Emma eyeballed them both with her nose wrinkled.

"Go put it on," Adrien urged his daughter, while he changed Hugo's diaper and helped him put on the fuzzy black outfit.

Emma threw a fit while Adrien tried to take as many pictures of the two of them as possible. Eventually Marinette put her hand on his shoulder and shrugged. "It was worth a shot," she said with a sad little smile.

"Alright kids," Adrien said, giving up on the rest of the gifts for the time being, "you can go play while Maman and I get breakfast going." Emma cheered and took her toys to her room to start playing.

Marinette slumped into the couch with a sigh. "You were right. They didn't care."

"They did care," he corrected her, "just in their own way. What I wouldn't have given to have a homemade gift when I was a kid…"

Every now and then, the pain from Adrien's past would rear up its ugly head. Marinette knew the warning signs, and so she snuggled against him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "You're safe now, Kitty," she whispered softly, "and I love you. Besides," she teased without releasing him, "you haven't seen what I got you yet."

He shook the dark memories away and climbed under the tree to retrieve the gifts they'd placed there for each other, including the tiny one he'd only hid the night before. "Open mine first," he demanded. She smirked and obliged.

"Oh," she gasped and her hand flew to her mouth. "Chaton."

"Tikki helped me," he smiled. "Let me show you," he added, as he carefully and respectfully removed one of her earrings, threaded the new diamond-and-sapphire pendant through the post, and then returned it to her ear so that they were dressed up without having to be removed.

She ran to the mirror in the washroom to admire the earrings. Adrien followed her, and when he slipped his arm around her, she was shaking again as tears slipped down her cheeks.

"S-sorry, they're just so b-beautiful, and I thought we put a b-budget on Ch-Christmas," she sniffed.

He rolled his eyes and kissed her cheek. "Budget-shmudget, my wife's a famous designer. Did you hear she re-launched Agreste Fashion this year? I'm paw-sitively rolling in it."

She wiped her tears and gave a little laugh. "Just don't expect your gift to be quite so generous," she sighed. He put his arm around her and they walked back to the couch, where she took a deep breath and handed him a soft and squishy package. He always knew a soft and squishy package from Marinette was going to be phenomenal.

He tore back the paper ravenously and revealed the softest black quilt he'd ever held in his life. He immediately buried his face in it and she blushed. He opened it further and found a note inside, 'To Adrien, Love Marinette' with a date some seventeen years earlier.

"Wait, you made this…when we were fourteen?"

She blushed harder. "Remember that time when I told you I'd been in love with you from the beginning?"

He wrapped her face in his hands and felt his own tears rise to the surface. "Really?"

"Really. From day one. Well, day two, I suppose, but who's counting?"

"I am," he said, kissing her softly, "because every day with you is a dream come true."

She kissed him back for a moment before pulling away and saying, "I did add a few last minute touches," she winked, and he unfolded the quilt and noticed the green thread in the corner that she'd embroidered her name in. Next to the Ladybug-decorated name 'Marinette,' was a tiny green paw print with 'Emma' stitched under, a second with 'Hugo,' and then, finally, a third with no name.

His head cocked to the side as he puzzled over this third paw print. He looked up at her with quizzical eyes. She was crying in earnest now, tears splashing rapidly over her wide smile.

Finally, the answer came to him—her more frequent trips to the bathroom, the tears so close to the surface, her insistence that she wasn't late when he knew she was… "Wait, really? Three?" She nodded exuberantly. "Oh Marinette!" he crooned as he knocked her back on the couch and kissed her passionately.

His arms wrapped around her and her fingers slipped in his hair.

"Maman? Papa?" a little voice said from beside them. Adrien didn't release his Marinette's lips as he pulled the quilt over their heads and tore into his wife. Marinette giggled between his teeth.

"Hang on," Adrien growled at Emma, "I need to thank Maman for her Christmas gift."

The tiny Agreste daughter groaned, "You two are so gross!" and pulled on the quilt until Adrien finally relented and let Marinette come up for air.

Adrien stole into the kitchen for a few minutes before bringing back mugs of hot chocolate and a platter of fruit and cheese to tide them over until her parents would arrive for brunch. When he returned, Marinette was curled into a ball with the quilt over her lap. He snuggled in next to her and she sipped the chocolate slowly.

"You know," she sighed as she ran her fingers over the embroidery on the quilt, "when I made this, I could perfectly envision this day. You, me, our house, Emma, Hugo, and…" she took his hand and placed it on her lower abdomen. "I always knew it would come someday."

"So, is it as great as you envisioned?" he said, leaning in and kissing her temple.

She shook her head. "No. It's so, so much better." She kissed him deeply.

"Chat Noir get youuuu!" Hugo's toddler voice suddenly cried as he chased Emma through the room with an empty wrapping paper tube extended in front of him like Chat Noir's baton, his little fabric tail whipping out behind him.