The Baby {Next Generation 1} (COMPLETE)

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Marinette bit her lip and looked at Emma. She had her midnight hair and a small mole under her left eye. She had his green eyes. She hissed at the thought of him. She tilted her head to the side and Marinette looked at her teddy bear. It was black with green eyes with a long tail and cat ears. "Who's this?" She pointed to the bear.

Emma smiled and put the bear in her face. "This is Chat Noir! One of my other mommy's made me Ladybug too!" She pulled that bear out of her bag and smiled. "See! Then there hands clip together." She clipped their hands together and Marinette smiled and sighed.

"Why don't you come in, are you thirsty?" Emma nodded as she walked into the house. Marinette sat her on the couch  "What are you thirty for?"

"Juice!" She smiled.

"Apple juice okay?" She nodded and Marinette found a plastic cup and a straw and gave it to her. She took it and drank it. She burped when she finished and Marinette downed the rest of her glass of wine. She sat down across from Emma and she rubbed her eyes.

"I'm tired." She yawned and crawled up into a ball on the couch. Marinette sighed as she fell asleep on the couch and pulled a blanket over her. She picked up her phone and walked into her room.

Marinette looked at his contact. She hasn't dialed it in years. She pushed past the anger and frustration at him and hit call. "Adrien?"

"You can't call me Kylie. I told you-"

"Adrien its Marinette." She blurted out and cut him off, ignoring the name Kylie.

"Oh, Marinette. What do you want?" You could hear the anger in his voice.

"Our daughter is in my house right now."

"I don't have a daughter." Adrien barked.

"Yes you do. She has your eyes." Marinette growled at him, trying to fight off her anger at him.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He growled back.

"You have a daugh-"

"No I don't!" He yelled at her.

"You have a daughter! She has my hair and your eyes and if you don't believe me you can come to the house you left me to die in!" She yelled back, hung up and threw her phone across the room. She grabbed at her hair and tears streamed down her face.

"Mommy?" Marinette looked up and saw Emma. "Who were you talking to?"

"No one Emma," she wiped her eyes. Emma sat on her lap and Marinette looked down at the child. "I'm not your mommy."

"Okay Maman." She dug her head into Marinette stomach and Marinette sighed.

"Okay I am. How did you get here?"

"People dropped me off here in their car." She smiled up at her and yawned again.

"Why don't you take another nap and I'll go make dinner." Emma nodded and Marinette picked her up and put her into the bed. Marinette walked out of the room and into the kitchen and made spaghetti. Her doorbell rang and she sighed and looked at Tikki.