miraculous children

Chapter 1

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Following Lillian

Lillian Lahiffe, a gentle petite, hazel eyed with reddish brown ombre hair was sitting in her room thinking about her cousins Louis and Lucian. She had grown up with them her whole life and all the family tended to crash out in the living room watching movies together or practising their music. They more often than not sounded like a band now and Uncle Luka when he came up with a new song would get them to play back up for him. Of course, he had his real band too but they didn't give the depth of sound he wanted.

Lillian loved Uncle Luka but she didn't understand why he stayed with them when being around Aunt Marinette hurt him. He was always so patient, gentle and loving to her but Aunt Marinette seemed oblivious to the fact he loved her. Aunt Marinette treated Luka like she did Lillian's mother Alya. Watching Aunt Marinette and Uncle Adrien gave her shivers. It was like their love for each other was all consuming. In saying that, the couple were excellent parents to their and Luka's children.

Lillian asked her Mum about it once and all her mother would say was "This is much better than before Uncle Adrien died and Uncle Luka slept with Aunt Marinette so that she could use the miraculous to bring him back to life."

"Why did Aunt Marinette sleep with Uncle Luka if she was married to Uncle Adrien?"

"Uncle Adrien was dead and Luka was fulfilling his promise to Uncle Adrien, except Uncle Adrien took exception to the fact that Uncle Luka acted upon his instructions. Uncle Luka was Louis father while Uncle Adrien was getting over what Luka did with Marinette. That's why Louis thinks Luka should be with Marinette not Adrien. Luka was there when it counted for him."

"I see" Lillian would say, but she didn't - no-one comes back from the dead right? All she knew was she wanted that sort of love. She wanted the all-consuming love of her Aunt and Uncle, her parents love was just as strong but it was more of a free-spirited love. They didn't have that same need or dependency with each other like Aunt Marinette and Uncle Adrien.

Lillian, as she grew, couldn't help but fall in love with her two cousins Louis and Lucian. She would often end up between the two boys at movie night and be snuggled by one or both of them. Louis was a lot like Uncle Luka in how he was, he was a gentle passionate musician who would hear people's heart songs and play them. Lucian on the other hand was very punny ' he would often make pawsome jokes. Lucian modelled the Agreste brand along with Adrien. The only reason Adrien was still modelling was because it was his wife's designs, he modelled.

Adrien hated the fame he got with being the number one mature male model in France. He wouldn't have wished this on any of his children, except Lucian asked to model with his 'Dad'. Even though Lucian wasn't his son, Lucian was like his son and he thought of him that way. Both Marinette and he could not say 'no' to him as they were complete pushovers to any reasonable request from their kids and Lucian had worded it to be a reasonable request. Adrien and Lucian often graced the covers of fashion magazines together.

All the children in the Agreste-Lahiffe-Couffaine household had been raised the same, though some were better at the activities than others. All of them learnt music, English and Mandarin Chinese, ballet, fencing and taichi or kickboxing. They got to choose the martial art but everything else was fixed. They paid for private tutors for the ballet, music and language teachers so that they could fit into the schedule the other sports had as there were so many of them in the one house they often were charged at the normal lesson cost in a public studio.

Their ballet teacher was from Australia who was looking for a little extra money than what the ballet company provided.
She came recommended by Miss Jane, Aunt Marinette's first ballet teacher, apparently Aunt Marinette was super clutzy before taking up the sport and insisted that everyone do it to help with correct posture and balance.