Promises

• XI •

Ty separated from Emma to face her with a wide grin. Her eyes shining with intensive green and an equal grin. The moonlight which filled the hospital's room—reflected in her eyes.

"Emma! My love!" Ty quickly wrapped his arms around her and pressed her warm body against his. He brought her lips closer to his, they met in the softest ways, slowly yet electrifying.

"Mmm." She moaned into his mouth quietly. The kiss becoming more passionate and desperate.

"Pardon, I hope I'm not interrupting anything important." A mildly annoyed Adrien interjected.

Emma opened her eyes like saucers at the sudden yet familiar voice in the room. She pulled away blushing madly. To find Adrien standing at the end of the stretcher with a scowl on his face.

"P-Papa!" She stuttered as Ty slowly slid underneath the blankets embarrassed. Wishing he could become invisible at command. Since Adrien was probably gonna murder him very soon anyway.

"I'm so glad you are awake honeybun." Adrien hugged his daughter tenderly, thanking the heavens for the mercy. Tears rolling down his cheeks, clutching her tighter. He pulled away, to then rest his hand on top of his daughter's belly. "And I'm glad he's fine too."

"Papa about that-"

"Not now, we'll leave that conversion for another time, okay." He said with a slight change in his demeanor. But still gifted her a playful smile.

"Okay." She giggled.

"I'll pick up you tomorrow morning okay?"

"Okay, I love you papa."

"I love you more honeybun."

"I love you too sir." Ty muffled underneath the blankets. Emma bursted out laughing as Adrien rolled his eyes. "I want your ass out of here Ty."

"Yes sir."
•••

Once home, Adrien got into the shower. Allowing the hot water to run down his tense muscles. Wishing his troubles could wash away that easily. He got out, trying to not wake up Marinette. But then he heard her whimpers. His heart shattered, and then he recalled what he told her.

He came closer to Marinette, "M'lady?" He kneeled besides the bed, facing his lady's face who clutched her eyes. Tears still slipping down her cheeks.

"I'm so sorry honey." Adrien pecked her nose gently, tenderly cupping her cheek.

"O.U.T." She replied harshly, Adrien was taken back by her answer. And harshness. "Not everything is solved with a kiss and an apology."

He hurt her badly.

"O-Okay, sleep tight princess." He massaged momentarily her shoulders but she smack his hands away.

"Don't call me princess."

His world was destroyed, the coldness, her harsh words, his 17 year old daughter pregnant. Who had a high probability of dying during birth. Who could everything had changed so drastically?

"But M'lady!"

"Don't call me that either."

Whatever he had left in his body was shattered as he exited heartbroken—destroyed. Adrien could hear the cries of his wife as he walked away wanting to go back so baldly. But he knew he only made it worse.

(I apologize for any grammar mistake.)