Chasing Ladybug 📸 (A Miraculous Ladybug Fanfic)

7 • Now | A Tortured Sculptor's Heart

NOW

Adrien stands outside the Dupain-Cheng bakery the next morning, eagerly waiting for his, unsurprisingly, late girlfriend. He'd go inside, but Tom had caught Marinette and Adrien making out in her bedroom—again—and he didn't have the guts to face her father again so soon.

Tom didn't have a problem with their relationship, of course. He's rooting for the pair to have a happy ending! He just didn't want the two spending so much time together—alone—without 'adult supervision' in the house (ultimately, he's scared of Marinette becoming a teen mother).

Adrien was also glad her father didn't get akumatized again.

"Bye, Mama! Bye, Papa!" Marinette shouts to her parents as she runs past the front counter, and before she could open the door, Adrien beats her to it. "Good morning, Buttercup."

"Good morning, Princess." Adrien waits until they're out of her parents' sight before he bends down and kisses her quick. "I'm sorry about last night. I hope I didn't get you in trouble."

"I'm not grounded, surprisingly," Marinette says. "But I did get a long lecture... about... you know."

Adrien didn't know. "What?"

Do I really have to say this out loud? This is so embarrassing! Adrien and I aren't even at that point in our relationship yet. "Stuff like... protection," She adds, hoping he'll get it now.

"Protection from what?"

"Teen pregnancy."

Adrien's eyes widen. "WHAT?!"

Students from the front steps look over and Marinette grabs her boyfriend's hand and leads him off to the side. "Shh! Adrien—"

"Wait, do your parents think we're having—"

"I told them we're not," Marinette assures him.

Adrien stares down at the sidewalk. "W-We're not even at that point in our relationship! The most we do is hold hands and kiss, and trust me, I know that can't get you pregnant."

She rolls her eyes. "They just want us to be careful if we do... decide to do... that." She opens her purse and reveals her kwami pressed into the corner, hiding from a pack of condoms her mother gifted her this morning. "My parents want me to carry this aiding incase we... change our minds, or something."

"Or something?!" Embarrassed, Adrien covers his face with his hands and wishes more than anything he wasn't standing here having this conversation right now. "Oh, I'm going to throw myself off the Eiffel Tower," He mumbles into his hands.

"Now you're being dramatic."

"How am I supposed to face your father now?" He asks. "He thinks we're having sex! I can't look him in the eye anymore."

Marinette grabs Adrien's face and kisses him. "Let's not worry about this right now, okay?"

"But your dad—"

"Look, I explained to my dad that we're both young and smart sixteen-year-olds in a new relationship," She begins to explain, holding her boyfriend's shaky hands. "We're still getting used to everything, especially our secret identities. I made sure he knew and understood that we're not even thinking about that yet."

"Your dad's going to kill me next time I come over for dinner," Adrien worries out loud. "Isn't he?"

Marinette rolls her eyes. "Don't worry. You have nothing to be scared of."