Chapter 16- Contest

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Adrien's POV
I wake up looking down at a peaceful Marinette who is still alseep. She looks so beautiful in the morning. The golden sunlight shines on her blueberry hair and casts a warm glow on her face. Mornings like this make me wish we were already married, waking up beside each other every morning.
"Mornin, m'lady." I laugh and kiss her forehead.
"Too tired," she groans and slides under the covers, pulling them over her head.
"You can't hide under there forever. You don't want to pick a cat fight with me do you, m'lady?" I ask in a playful tone.
"Maybe Chaton maybe I do..." she replies back flirtatiously and puts her hand on my chest. I pull her in for a long and passionate kiss. We stay like this for a while until Alya and Nino knock on the door. "Can we come in?" Alya asks hesitantly.
"Uhh, yeah," I say and we both quickly sit up.
"We made pancakes, but if you'd rather just continue what you were doing..."
"Nino!" I shout with a groan.
Marinette and I both get ready and then head downstairs.

Adriens outfit

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After breakfast....

Marinette's POV
After breakfast we all decide to go around the town and look around. All round Christmas lights of green, red, and silver fill the wooden shops and buildings. The town gives a small but cozy feel. The sounds of Christmas music fill my ears with joy. Adrien takes my hand and it tingles. The feeling is warm despite the cold chill in the air. With Adrien's hands in mine, we walk across the town. Just then Alya looks over at me and Adrien smirking. I wonder what she has up her sleeve this time? "You see that over there. It's a karoke stage! You guys have to sing something! We all should!"
"Oh, I don't know Alya. Me and Adrien aren't the best singers."
"Hey don't rope me into this. I'm a purrfect singer m'lday," Adrien jokes.
"Yeah, yeah I'll believe it when I see it," I laugh and nudge Adrien's arm.
"Then I guess I'll just have to show you."
We walk up to the karaoke booth and decide on the song Last Christmas by Wham. We get up there and sing our hearts out and Alya and Nino watch in awe. Then other people start to crowd around to hear us sing. I've never even heard Adrien sing before, but it's beautiful. We lock eyes and never look away. The snow glistening down on us, the sound of his voice, the glow of his beautiful smile, and the snow that lays perfectly on Adrien's golden blonde hair. This will be a moment I'll never forget. When we step down an old women comes up to us holding a flyer. She looks familiar but I can't quiet put my finger on it. "You two were amazing!" She exclaims while limping on her back. "Sorry, I have back problems with old age and all. Anyway, I wanted to hand you this flyer. They're holding a singing contest. Winner gets ten thousand dollars!!" Ten thousand dollars! That would be enough money for me to start a fashion business just like I've always wanted. Or I could use the money for my family. Though, they would probably decline and tell me to use it for myself. "We'll definitely enter!" I say and we both smile at the old lady and she smiles back and walks away. I wonder who she is? (I'll leave ya'll to guess.....)
"I didn't know you could sing like that kitty!" I exclaim. I hadn't even heard Adrien sing before that moment. I guess the ones who never sing can be some of the best singers, expect for Nino. The first time Nino sang the neighbors of his apartment below started banging on the ceiling to get him to stop. Adrien sounds like a beautiful cat while Nino sounds like a dying one. "A cat has many hidden talents," Adrien comes close and whispers in my ear. The sweet aroma of Adrien's cologne around Adrien's neck fills me with warmth. I place my hands on his neck and pull him for a deep but soft kiss. I can feel Adrien's hands sliding down my body and they make their way to my waist. We hold there for a while and then finally let go. While Adrien isn't looking I snap a photo with my Polaroid for the scrap book.

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