Bound To You - A Miraculous Story

Chapter Six

Word Count: 4741

Marinette's PoV:

The whole time we were at home, it just felt weird. Adrien was a great help, but it was weird anyway.

While I was downstairs getting a suitcase, my Papa kept on asking questions about Adrien and me. And what we're planning for our future.

He said he wasn't going to judge me, and he's happy that I found a loophole somehow. But he was concerned Adrien was going to be one of those guys that beat their spouse when they're angry. And clearly, I wouldn't know if he was because we didn't even know each other.

Papa had a point. I didn't know him. I couldn't know if Adrien would beat me. But if he beat me, I could always just tell him I want a divorce, right?

But what's more concerning, my Papa was speaking of a real wedding, with a huge party and all. He asked us to host one for my Maman's sake, and probably for Adrien's parents, too.

Oh, and of course, he asked if we wanted kids. How the hell would I know? I doubt Adrien was the type to want some of those. And I wasn't even sure if I wanted some.

No, that's a lie. I always wanted kids. But with someone I loved, someone I actually wanted to spend my life with. Adrien wasn't that person. He was my husband, the very same that I didn't even love. The same that just married me to please his parents.

There was no love between us, and I wouldn't let any build up. We started off on the wrong foot, that could never end well, no matter what we tried. Right?

However, that guy was hot, that I could admit. To myself, not to him. I would never feed his ego like that. A child of his would probably look like a freaking work of art. But children weren't the topic just yet. We were only 18, and a child wasn't on my radar anywhere before I was at least 23, and even that was still young.

When we left to go back to his parents house, I spotted a hell lot of Paparazzi following us. Well, it wasn't like they were hiding.

The second we exited from the bakery, all those people started overwhelming us with questions. I actually felt like crying. They didn't stop. And they took pictures, a hell lot of pictures.

I was kind of worried they'd get to see my panties. My dress was pretty short and it was pretty windy. But I felt weird holding it down, it just seemed wrong for some reasons. I knew it wouldn't have been.

Fortunately, Adrien seemed to notice I was more tense with those people around. He placed his hand on my lower back first, then moved just a bit more south until his hand was laying right over my ass. He held the dress down for me.

Although his hand on my ass made me feel things I didn't know I could feel, I was happy he did that. Though, I wasn't sure he held his hand there for the sake to hold down my dress, or because he thought that's was a happy married couple did.

Either way, I was glad his hand was there because it held down my dress. On the contrary, this feeling in my stomach only worsened with every passing minute.

We walked past a Coffeeshop, and I guess I was staring at the sign for just a little too long.

"You want anything?" Adrien asked. He stopped walking just the same second I did when I went to stare at the sign. I really wanted a hot chocolate.

I knew they sold it there. My Papa used to take me here every Saturday when I was younger. I used to love this place. But then Papa got sick and we couldn't go anymore.

"Come on," he said, smiling at me as he led me inside the coffeeshop. I looked around. Everything was still the exact same as I remembered it. Even the waiters and waitresses.