Gabriel Gets Used To... Planning a Wedding

The Cake

"Bug, I know you struggle to go a day without me... but usually you don't Astrobug to another continent just for a hug."

"Can't a girl just fly a thousand and some miles in a couple of minutes to let the man she loves know she's thinking of him?" Ladybug responded, cuddling deeper into her fiancé's arms.

"No, she can't," Chat Noir chuckled. Ladybug turned her head to snuggle into her partner's chest. "Was today really that bad?"

"Kitty, if it was just bad, do you really think I would have made a transatlantic flight to see you?"

He laughed, hugging her tighter.

"How many times has your father hinted to you not to marry me today?" she asked, her face remaining stuck to his chest.

"Surprisingly, only three, but one of those was a straight up... reconsider your options Adrien," Chat Noir said, his voice full of humour and a rather rubbish impression of Gabriel Agreste. Whatever happened must have been quite the day. It wasn't very often Marinette would use the magic macarons for personal gain, or his father full on demand the wedding be called off. They'd gotten past a lot of that over the recent years.

"That's probably because he's on his private jet flying over to force you into an arranged marriage with an American model, that way you won't be able to marry me and then he'll ship you off to an abandoned island where you'll have three kids, a dog and a hamster called...." she was stopped by a finger being placed firmly against her lips.

Chat Noir couldn't control the level of his laugh. The sound booming across the New York skyline and encompassing the two of them as Ladybug's face blended in with her mask.

"Did I ever tell you that you can be a little dramatic?"

"You don't know what happened," she stated, her lips still squished by his gloved finger.

"Fine. Tell me..."

She moved from him and took a deep breath, looking him over before starting to speak once more.

"It all started when he demanded a cake tasting to check the flavour we'd chosen..."

•••••

"Ms. Dupain-Cheng? It's Nathalie Sancoeur here, Gabriel Agreste's assistant. Monsieur Agreste has demanded a tasting for the wedding cake.'

"Oh, hi, Nathalie. Just call me Marinette, we're going to be like family soon after all."

Silence took over the phone and Marinette could just imagine the eyebrow lift courtesy of one Nathalie Sancoeur.

After so many years she really thought Gabriel and Nathalie would have loosened up a little towards her. But, although Nathalie was more relaxed when it was just her, as soon as Gabriel was in the vicinity it was as though she didn't know anything about Marinette.

Sometimes she wished her soon to be father in law wasn't such a pretentious ass. She was just glad Adrien had grown some balls of steel over the years and no longer responded to his father's every beck and call.

'Monsieur Agreste,' the way Nathalie had said it made Marinette's skin crawl. He really was a bonafide Jackass! 'Has an hour free Tonyorrow from noon and will expect a replica of your cake made and ready for his tasting.'

The three beeps sounded signalling the call was well and truly over, Marinette looking at the phone in shock. Had that really just happened?

"Maman, papa!" she shouted, moving from the workspace in her old loft to her parents' main apartment. "You'll never guess what he's requested this time."