Adrinette Comfort Kisses - DISCONTINUED

Something's not quite right

Notes:

Warning: This chapter is a kinda sad and angsty.

When the pair arrived at school, all eyes were instantly on them as they got out of Adrien's car together, instantly sparking furious whispers amongst their classmates.

At this point, Adrien and Marinette were desensitized by it and simply thanked the driver and walked up the stairs into the school, hand in hand.

But as they approached their usually chirpy best friends, Marinette stopped, as she took in the dishelved and despondent appearance of her best friend.

Alya's eyes were bloodshot, red and puffy, with dark circles residing just underneath her eyes, almost but not quite hidden by her glasses.

Her hair, usually well kept, a tangled and bushy mess.

Even her clothes were not her usual state of dress.

What also piqued her interest was the way Nino was doting on her, a forlorn expression on his face as he tried his best to comfort her.

Cautiously approaching their friends, Marinette spoke up in a soft voice as Nino pulled his girlfriend in close, dropping a kiss in her hair as he rubbed soothing circles on her back, brushing a stray tear away with his thumb.

"Salut. Ça va le week-end?"

Alya and Nino flinched before Alya leaned more heavily against Nino, her lip quivering as she tried to hold back more tears.

Nino fumbled for the right words to express what he was feeling without having to explain himself but fell short.

"We've... Had better." He explained on a sigh.

"Excuse us." He said as he walked Alya over to a more private corner, his focus on her and only her.

"I hope Alya's okay," Marinette whispered, leaning into Adrien, him squeezing her hand reassuringly.

"They'll tell us when they're ready," Adrien replied, placing a delicate kiss to her forehead.

"But I think we should leave them for now. Let them sort things out between themselves first."

Alya and Nino sat quietly in the corner together, Alya's face streaked with silent tears as Nino did his best to comfort her.

"You'd been chasing Ladybug and Chat Noir around and trying to keep up with school and taking care of your sisters. Remember the doc said this could happen. That it wasn't uncommon with high stress. That stress was bound to take a toll on your body."

"False positives happen, Al." He whispered, trying his best to soothe her.

"I-it just h-hurts so much." She whispered, choking back a sob.

"It'll get easier, I promise."

"I was so scared, Nino."

"I know, mon muse, I know."

Swallowing thickly, Nino nuzzled his face into hers, kissing her temple.

"I was scared too. But... We'd discussed it before, and we knew what we were doing."

"You were so happy and excited though. I'm so sorry you aren't going to be a Papa."

"When the time is right for us, we will have another chance."

"I'm not ready to tell anyone." She whispered, her voice hoarse with fear.

"Shh..." He soothed her, stroking her hair, tucking it behind her ear.

"We don't have to tell anyone if you don't want to. But when you're ready... We can."

Alya and Nino walked into class, their classmates' eyes were drawn to them, but a sharp warning glare from Marinette stopped any whispers from erupting amongst them, the quiet couple taking a seat next to each other, Alya clutching his arm like a security blanket, her tether to the world.

Marinette and Adrien watched on with concern as Alya shook slightly against Nino, him nuzzling against her hair, dropping kisses in her hair, face, and lips, trying his best to console her as best he could.

When lunch finally came, Nino wrapped her arm around Alya and slowly helped her up once everyone else had rushed out of the room.

Adrien and Marinette patiently waited for their friends to gather themselves enough to meet them as they left the classroom for their lunch break.

The teenagers strolled down the stairs to the locker room to collect their food.

With lunches in hand, the friends silently walked to a table together and ate in semi-awkward silence, avoiding Alya and Nino's eyes as best they could, glancing between each other and their friends cautiously.

Adrien thoroughly enjoyed his packed lunch, struggling to remember what the last packed lunch his mother had made for him before she disappeared.

The way Sabine had taken him under her wing like a mother hen so easily, doting on him and fussing over him was a foreign but welcome feeling that made him want to visit the Dupain-Cheng household more often than he was able.

He buried those thoughts as Marinette nudged him with her knee, her eyes flicking towards the sad pair only to see her face buried in his neck, her glasses pushed up onto her forehead as she sobbed quietly.

"I wanna go home."

Notes:

Sorry, I know this chapter was kind of a downer.
But when I started to write it, I didn't realise how close to home it would hit me.
I had a pregnancy scare and it messed with my head because I wanted it to be real.

Anyway, I felt the need to express why this was a hard chapter to write and why it effected me.
In my mind, Alya and Nino went and did all the same tests I did, except she was late about a month because of stress.

Translations:
Salut. Ça va le week-end? - Hi, how was your weekend?
Mon Muse - My muse