A Winter's Tale

Christmas Eve-Part 1

Adrien smiled as he watched his future wife sleeping peacefully in his arms. He didn't know how his life had turned so drastically in only days, but he was sure glad it did. Marinette had been the only thing on his mind for so long that he couldn't believe he was in her bed right now. Was this a dream? If it is, don't wake him up. He was not ready to let go yet.

With that thought, the blonde wrapped his arms around the bluenette tighter. It was almost as if he was afraid to lose the designer.

He was afraid.

Afraid she will wake up.

Afraid that this dream would never come true.

But he wasn't dreaming.

And he realized it the second the young designer shifted in his arms and spoke.

"Adrien, your squishing me," she complained.

The model's eyes opened widely. It was real! The love of his life was in his arms right now. But he was holding her? Was she angry? Would he lose her? Oh no!

"I'm-I'm sorry," he tried to apologize, his arms quickly loosening as he attempted to remove them from around her petite body. To his surprise, a half-asleep Marinette held onto his arms before he could remove them.

"Don't," she whispered. "Hold me," she continued. "But not too tightly, dork. I got to breathe, too," she chuckled sleepily.

At that moment, Adrien remembered last night's events. They had played video games, did the dare, watched the Christmas carols, played Christmas charades, to which his princess and he dominated, and lay in Marinette's bed reading the comments to their picture.

The model could vividly remember Sabine walking into the room and turning off the lights on them. It was both funny and awkward. Marinette had been sitting between his legs, her back pressed to his chest, his chin resting on her shoulder as they both looked at the messages on her phone.

Sabine had walked in so quickly that Adrien panicked, pushed Marinette off him, and yelled, "I'm going to my room soon, I swear!"

The blonde smiled, remembering how Sabine laughed so hard he swore she was crying. "Breathe, Adrien. We know you are here. We told you it was okay to stay with Marinette, remember? We trust you, son."

Adrien blushed and chuckled. His breath tickled Marinette's neck, making her shiver and scoot closer to him. Alya was right. Marinette really was braver when she was half asleep, but he will not complain. For all he knew, she could want him nowhere near her when she fully woke up, so he would make the most of this situation.

"If you allow me, I will never let you go again," He whispered, burying his face in her neck.

Marinette's eyes immediately opened as she heard the words. While she was half asleep, she could still feel a hear the blonde beside her. The bluenette couldn't help but mentally freak out.

Adrien was holding her.

He was cuddling her!

He said he would never let her go again!

What did that mean?

While they had become surprisingly at ease with each other over the past few hours, Marinette never expected to hear those words.

And it confused her.

It was becoming harder to see the line between friendship and more. Adrien was making it difficult for her to stay in her lane. Marinette knew she was most likely overthinking. It was common for her to do so, but this time it was different. Adrien would say and do things that made it difficult for her to remember they could only be friends.