o n e: Morning, sunshines!

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The birds chirped outside in a melodic tone, signalizing spring had arrived for Paris. The wind sang through the open windows and lightly brushed against Marinette's cheek, waking her up. She smiled to herself remembering it was the weekend. At last! She took a brief moment to breathe in the breeze passing through the room before turning to look down through the window. She could see her neighbors having their morning coffee together, while others were talking or walking through the calm streets of the neighborhood. The air that came through the windows smelled of pastries and flowers, of pleasant chatter and peacefulness.

It was peaceful.

She was peaceful.

Unfortunately, the cherished state of mind was broken by a loud hit on the bedroom door before it opened. Marinette bit her lip as she prepared for the impact she secretly loved every morning. Within seconds, a small body was on top of her. Marinette looked up and gave a small smile to her son, who kissed her cheek as he sat back beside her. "Morning Mamá!" Louis chirped.

"Good... morning... Louis." Marinette spoke between yawns. "Did you... hit your head on the door again?" Sitting up, she gave Louis a featherlight kiss on the forehead to which he nodded to. They both looked down at Adrien, who was sleeping profoundly next to Marinette. She yawned again, which for some reason, made her son yawn too. Tikki was heard from behind, yawning along with the both of them. Hopefully they didn't wake her up.

She got back under the soft comforter, shielding herself from the light. "What do you say if you let Mamá and Papá sleep for a bit more, hm?" Louis shook his head energetically, and pulled the white patterned covers down. Marinette groaned groggily, fighting to hold the covers over her eyes. Getting out of her warm bed was the last thing she wanted to do.

As of a miracle, Louis stopped to think to himself for a moment. Finally speaking up, he swept his hair out of his face with his left hand. "Only if you make us crêpes later." He loved crêpes more than anything in the world, and he knew his mother couldn't say no if it meant she got to sleep longer.

Marinette sighed and patted his head, messing up his hair back to where it originally was. "As long as neither of you three wake me up. Did you feed the hamster?" Her or Adrien would usually feed it every morning, but neither of them had gotten up yet.

Louis nodded. "Emma replaced the food and water already, she's downstairs watching something on TV with Hugo." Louis smiled before heading back down the hallway into his room. Marinette smiled to herself before laying back down next to Adrien, who was totally out of it. She breathed deep again, smelling a mix between the live flowers on the windowsill and Adrien's familiar vanilla scent.

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Adrien slowly sat up in bed, stretching his arms up towards the ceiling. He yawned and laid back down on the mattress, turning to his side. There she was, the love of his life, sleeping soundly with a pillow wrapped in her arms. Her dark hair was spread messily on another pillow by her head, and her legs were bent towards him. He gently placed the comforter over her shoulders, assuming she had rolled it off of them in her sleep again. Caressing her cheek, he whispered his good mornings to her. "Good morning, Marinette." He watched as her eyes flickered at the sudden feeling of his warm touch on her face.

She still slept, cuddled up with her pillows next to him, neither of the two aware of the time.

"Bugaboo."

Marinette, finally woken up by Adrien, groaned and turned to face away from him. She proceeded to stuff her pillow in her face in order to shield herself from the light. Adrien chuckled to himself as Tikki sat up on her shoulder, signaling for him to try and wake her up again. He nodded, folding the covers onto her legs and lifting her shirt up to expose her belly. Putting his mouth to it, Adrien started to blow raspberries into her belly.

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