FYI: Emilie died 6 months ago, from using the damaged peacock miraculous and Adrien was only a year old when she died.
It was 04:00am in the Agreste mansion, Gabriel, who had turned into a cold and emotionless man ever since his beloved wife departured into the afterlife, not wanting anything to do with their little miracle, leaving him in the hands of his assistant’s care.
Nathalie was fast asleep, wearing a purple crop top with thin straps and made panties under her blanket, but when she heard the unmistakeable cry's of baby Adrien through the monitor, she quickly jolted awake in bed, tying her hair in a messy bun with two strands of hair dangling on the sides of her face and putting her glasses and grey night robe on.
The dark-haired woman speed walked to the nursery, opening the door and walking through the dimmed room to the crib, where five months old Adrien was crying and kicking his arms and legs in the air.
"It's ok, I've got you!", she whispered, lifting the screaming baby out of the cot and cradling him in her arms, while rocking her hips to try and soothe him.
"04:10am! I've just fed you twenty minutes ago, so you can't be hungry already!", the assistant spoke to herself, reading the time.
Nathalie layed Adrien, who was still wailing onto the floor, opening the buttons of his dark blue baby grow to give him some air encase he was hot, before lifting him up and holding his bum to her nose, "phew! God you've done such strong poops!", she held her nose from the sickening smell.
The dark-haired woman lied Adrien down on his back, opening up the diaper, revealing huge loads of shit, holding the crying baby's ankles together in the air while wiping him clean with baby wipes and taping a fresh diaper around his buttocks, making sure his penis was facing downwards, all while he was still shrieking and kicking.
"There we go, as fresh as a daisy!", she cooed and picked him up, cradling him in her arms and rocking her hips again to try and calm him.
She tried everything, rocking, walking, running him a nice warm bath, reading a story, offering him a pacifier or rattle and even softly whistling to the young boy, but he was still having a terrible tantrum.
It was now 06:30am and Nathalie still couldn't figure out what was making Adrien so worked up and therefore, unable to solve it, so she had to think of any other soothing techniques she had left and fast, as the sun was rising up and her work shift was about to start, feeling the bags of tiredness under her eyes, making it impossible for her to stay awake, if it wasn't for the little ones screaming and consistent kicking.
The dark-haired woman still had one trick left up her sleeve, she started singing a lullaby in mandarin in the most soothing and angelic voice she could master, while resting the little boys head on her left shoulder and massaging his back.
(English version of the lullaby)
Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"
Birds singin' in the sycamore trees
Dream a little dream of me
Say "Night-ie night" and kiss me
Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me
While I'm alone and blue as can be
Dream a little dream of me
Stars fading but I linger on, dear
Still craving your kiss
I'm longing to linger 'til dawn, dear
Just saying this
Sweet dreams 'til sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams, whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me
Stars fading but I linger on, dear
Still craving your kiss
I'm longing to linger 'til dawn, dear
Just saying this
Sweet dreams 'til sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams, whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me
Dream a little dream of me
Dream a little dream of me
(Mandarin version of the lullaby)
Xīngxīng zài nǐ tóudǐng shǎnyào yè fēng fǎngfú zài dīyǔ “wǒ ài nǐ” niǎo er zài wútóng shù shàng gēchàng mèng jiàn wǒ yīgè xiǎo mèng shuō “wǎn'ān, jí wǎn'ān” bìng wěn wǒ jǐn jǐn bào zhù wǒ, gàosù wǒ nǐ huì xiǎngniàn wǒ de dāng wǒ gūdān ér yōuyù shí mèng jiàn wǒ yīgè xiǎo mèng xīngxīng jiànjiàn xiāoshì, dàn wǒ réng zài páihuái, qīn'ài de yīrán kěwàng nǐ de wěn wǒ kěwàng páihuái dào límíng, qīn'ài de zhǐshì shuō zhège tiánmì de mèng zhídào yángguāng zhǎodào nǐ tiánmì de mèng ràng yīqiè fánnǎo dōu pāo zài nǎo hòu dàn zài nǐ de mèng zhōng, wúlùn tāmen shì shénme mèng jiàn wǒ yīgè xiǎo mèng xīngxīng jiànjiàn xiāoshì, dàn wǒ réng zài páihuái, qīn'ài de yīrán kěwàng nǐ de wěn wǒ kěwàng páihuái dào límíng, qīn'ài de zhǐshì shuō zhège tiánmì de mèng zhídào yángguāng zhǎodào nǐ tiánmì de mèng ràng yīqiè fánnǎo dōu pāo zài nǎo hòu dàn zài nǐ de mèng zhōng, wúlùn tāmen shì shénme mèng jiàn wǒ yīgè xiǎo mèng mèng jiàn wǒ yīgè xiǎo mèng mèng jiàn wǒ yīgè xiǎo mèng
When Nathalie had finished singing the lullaby, Adrien was fast asleep again, she gently placed him inside his crib, before heading back to her bedroom to catch up on the remaining hours of sleep she has left before work.
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Miraculous: One Shots
RandomA collection of thoughts and ideas that appeared in my mind. Hope you like it. This story is written by me, but the show still belongs to Thomas Astruc and Jeremy Zag.
