A Masked Mistake

Rooftops and Invitations [3: Rooftop]

Three months had passed in a blur. Work was good, her friendships were great and her marriage... well she couldn't deny it anymore... her marriage was wonderful, Chat Noir was wonderful.

"So three months already, Marinette?"

"Yeah," she sighed dreamily, "time flies when you're having fun."

"I don't know if you're being sarcastic, or if you are actually 'having fun'?" Marinette blushed at her friends' wording, yes they had had fun, but they were yet to have complete fun.

She was currently sitting in front of Alya at a coffee shop near the boutique she was working on a couple of commissions in. It specialised in evening wear and bridal wear, completely different to what she thought she would go into. But work was hectic and amazing, and orders were flying in so fast she had to begin to decline one or two.

She looked down at the ring on her finger, one of the few times she could wear it out was when she met up with Alya, and god she loved how it made her feel. She'd always felt connected to Chat in certain ways, but this, it just felt so right, like they were made to be this, to do this together. This was their fairytale.

"You're so smitten it's cute." Alya said, Marinette looking up to catch her best friend giving her a rather interesting expression.

"Yeah, I really thought I'd never get over Adrien, but I don't know if it's the not seeing him as much, or the fact we're good friends now, but..." she sighed, her ringed hand coming up to rub her head.

"But?" Alya encouraged her.

"But I don't think being married to Adrien would be half how I feel with Chat. I can't explain it, Alya. I would say it's love but it feels so much more. I think about him all the time, I message him all the time. I get excited when I come home and he's there, when he sends something to the apartment he thinks I might like, or when I have to wash his dirty socks and pants. I love everything! The good, the bad -"

"And the ugly?" her friend continued for her.

"Exactly," Marinette laughed. "I mean the guy can't do anything around the home, you should see him change the bedsheets, he literally climbs inside them. But I love him, Alya, quirks and all. I love him, and I couldn't imagine loving anyone else."

Alya sat back, arms folded and one eyebrow raised. "Well it's about time," she said smugly, her smile wide and knowing.

"Okay, okay, I admit! I was stupid for not falling in love with him to begin with. It just seems over the years he's changed, not only is he funny, and extreme, but he displays everything I fell in love with Adrien for, he's like Adrien 2.0."

"In black super spandex and one wonderful tush."

"It's a very wonderful tush."

"I bet it is," Alya laughed only for Marinette to roll up a napkin and throw it at her friend's face.

"That's my husband you're talking about." Marinette laughed, her friend throwing the napkin straight back. "My husband," she said dreamily, hands coming up to cup under her chin.

"Come back to Earth please girl, we haven't finished yet. So what's happening about identities?"

"He's worried about Gabriel's retrial. For some reason it petrifies him that Gabriel will get the Miraculous back and come after us. Gabriel knows who Chat is Alya, and if he sees us together...I dread to think."

"Well let's hope Gabriel's case gets kicked out of court like last time."

"Cheers to that." They held up their coffee cups, tapping them against each other in solidarity.