Sandboy 2.0

Epilogue

Author's Note: Don't kill me for this. Song is Somewhere Over The Rainbow_What A Wonderful World by Isreal Kamakawiko'ole

Adrien's POV:

Little Louis was kind-hearted and brave, just like his mother.

A beautiful reminder of the love of my life.

She died when our youngest was 4. Louis was 8.

That couldn't have been hard for a little kid, I should know.

She would write them letters for their birthdays while she was sick, and spend as much time with them as she could.

Her favorite was when we could leave the hospital and go to her favorite meadow.

She used to talk about how it felt like their place. Like she had seen them all there before, in the back of her mind.

I try to keep her memory alive for them.

They deserved to have known her, so I try to give them the next best thing.

Luckily for me, I see her in them every day of my life.

Louis though, Louis is an exact copy.

No, I'm not picking favorites (maybe).

Hugo is a lot like me, he's still pretty young, but he's always annoying the others with bad jokes he learned from school.

I always make sure to tell him I thought they were very funny.

Emma is shy around practically everyone but gets real bossy when it comes to the boys.

She's practically the princess of the household.

Marinette would've loved her.

A perfect mix of us.

I made sure to tell them the legend of the miraculous.

Ladybug and Chat Noir, Paris' superheroes.

I would take little superhero figurines and act out their conversations for them.

Louis and Emma were unamused at the cat puns, little Hugo however would always giggle while hiding his face with the covers.

Yeah, maybe Hugo is my favorite.

I was in the kitchen, fixing lunch for Louis' break when he came in.

"DAD!"

"Yup, what's up?" I say continuing what I'm doing.

"I made a friend today!"

I stop what I'm doing, suddenly interested.

"Oh? Is it a girl?" I smirk at him knowingly when he blushes.

"No dad, she's just a friend."

I chuckle under my breath and whisper to myself "Yeah, you tell yourself that buddy."

I look up, he's still there, hands on his hips all sassy.

He points a finger at me, "I heard that."

I roll my eyes at him and continue what I'm doing. "Good. You know, your mom was 'just a friend' too."

"Ew dad stop it, you're making it weird."

I drop the utensils from my hands and put them up in the air.

"Sorry, it's just my job!"

"Whatever, I'm leaving," I watch him walk into his room while I snicker.