A Masked Mistake

Thank You For Loving Me [31: Always - Part 1]

3 Months Later...

Marinette sat in the hotel room, Emma napping in the bridal suite bed as she stroked through her soft and fluffy baby hair. The makeup artist and hair stylists would be arriving shortly and within the next two hours Marinette would be walking down the aisle ready to renew the vows she doesn't remember with her husband.

As she sat looking at her darling daughter sleeping, she couldn't help but reminisce over hers and Adrien's time together. It had been three months since he'd proposed and it had all seemed like a crazy rush. She hadn't wanted to wait, her love for both her husband and her daughter making her want to cement the life as quickly as possible; not that she didn't already feel like an Agreste, after all they had been over two years, but this time it was different. This time Marinette was walking down the aisle to the man who she adored, the man who was her hero and the man who accepted her with open arms; clumsiness and all.

Emma sighed in her sleep and Marinette couldn't help but smile. It was going to be a big day for the little cherub, so many people around and different stimulants, Marinette was worried it might be a little too much for the 15 month old. Luckily, she had the most supportive parents in the world, both offering to look after Emma so Marinette and Adrien could enjoy their night, and hopefully create more grand babies — Tom's words, not hers.

"Knock, knock," the door pushed open and Alya walked in rather dramatically on her tiptoes, hands out like she was the pink panther searching for crime.

"Hey," Marinette smiled back, her hand pulling away from her daughter. "Everything okay?" she asked. Alya had been a tremendous help with planning the wedding, she'd been by her side the whole way. Marinette knew her friend was still sour with Adrien after not being part of the proposal, the fiery woman bringing it up at any given opportunity.

"Everything's perfect and all spot on time at the moment." The reporter smiled.

"You've spent far too much time with Adrien this morning. How many times has he used that pun?"

"Too many to count," Alya laughed, moving forward a little more to look over at Emma. "How's my goddaughter doing? Is she ready to be the prettiest flower girl in the world?"

"As long as she doesn't eat them first." Marinette laughed, standing up so Alya could take her place. Emma was a fussy sleeper and the last thing they needed was the toddler throwing herself out the bed and having a big egg on her head before the photos. The toddler was a scruffy tyrant enough without the added bruises.

"Your papa has sorted that out. Adrien had the idea of rice paper instead of real petals so she can eat away. Tom's made about ten dozen so she's safe to munch away."

Marinette giggled. "Of course he has. If she's sick I hope they know they're dealing with her for the rest of the night. I have better things to be doing."

"Better things? Is that a new nickname?"

Marinette looked up to the balcony coming eye to eye with Paris' most attractive hero, bar herself of course.

"Get out you stray! I'm soon to be a married woman, this affair needs to stop."

Chat Noir walked in, swishing his hips as he walked, his tail flicking from side to side. "I think you should ditch the model and see what it's like to be with a real man."

Gasping in shock, Marinette placed one hand to her chest. "What would your wife think?"

"I don't know about his wife, but Adrien's wife's best friend wants you both to get out before you wake up this little Princess."

Chat Noir turned his head and Marinette could see him take in the scene of Alya on the bed beside a sleeping Emma.

"Oooppss..." he uttered, his hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck. "I didn't check the clock before I left. I forgot it was nap time."