okay i got my music and milk. let's start writing!
Author's POV
Marinette had recently got home from the hospital from giving birth to little Emma.
And boy was she happy. Little Emma had been a blessing to her, and Everyone seemed to loved her. Even Chloe.
before she puked down her back.
Now Marinette was sitting in the room, thinking up some new designs for her boutique, the three-week-old newborn lying in a little crib nearby. Plagg came flying in with a slice of camembert. Marinette caught a whiff and spot the little black cat near the crib."Plagg? What are you doing?"
"Trying to solve something." Marinette turned fully towards the cat. "Can I help?" "I suppose so." Plagg floated down and sat on a pumpkin pin cushion- pin free - and munched on the stinky cheese. Marinette watched the cat, waiting for his question.
"how do you girls do it?'
Marinette was confused. "What do you mean?" "How do you girls, hide that thing?"
Marinette blanched. "Plagg......are you asking...about pregnancy?" Plagg looked up, "Is that what it's called?" marinette smiled and shook her head." yes, that it's name. Plagg...you've been around for centuries, how do you not know of this stuff?"
Plagg turned his head, and pouted "It's a touchy subject for females, and males avoid the questions. Also just beacause I'm centuries old, doesn't mean I know everything." Marinette cooed at the Kwami, much to his embarrassment. "H-hey, cut that out!!" "aww, poor Chaton."
"I am NOT a kitten!!!" Plagg's black fur was now a scarlet colour (black +red =scarlet) Marinette giggled. "Okay, I'll try to explain this to the best of my abilty, Qui?"
Plagg huffed, "Finally."
And so, marinette spent majority of the afternoon answering Plagg's, no matter how weird they sound. "Can breast milk make cheese?" "Plagg, no."
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..........whelp, that's all until..... another idea pops up.......
Happy Holidays, My readers
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