He's a Keeper

The Return of the Kwamis

18 ½ years later

"Emile, Come and help your mother in the kitchen," Adrien called from his seat at the kitchen island to his eldest son.

"But dad, it's the twins turn now."

"But Emile, I didn't ask them, I asked you" Adrien catcalled, still not getting up from his stool.

"Plus, we're still eating breakfast," two soft voices said. The twins looked at each other, awed that they said the same thing at the same time, they fist-bumped.

"Pound-it"

Adrien smiled, seeing their children do their signature move.

"Kitty-Cat," Marinette who was cleaning up from breakfast turned to look at him. "Stop pestering Emile, get yourself off that chair and help me yourself"

Adrien frowned.

"But Mari..." He groaned and got up, then he came beside her and picked up a dishcloth.

His stubborn wife shook her head. "We're not in lycée anymore Adrien. Those cute faces won't make me all flustered and give in." she stops, and shakes her head some more when she sees the smirk that had spread over the man's face. "Whatever you're thinking about, stop it. Unless it's about drying off the dishes," she handed him a wet plate.

Adrien stared at the plate for a while before coming to the conclusion that she expected him to pick it up and dry it. He took the plate and set it down on the counter.

"Adrien," Marinette wailed, "Dry it of- AAAAHHHH," she screamed.

"ADRIEN, STOP TICKLING ME!!!" she swatted at him, failing to get him to stop, but succeeding in splashing soap suds all over the kitchen.

"Dad," his daughter cried, "Stop tickling Mum." Marinette stepped on her husband's foot hard. "Thanks sweetie," she said, before Adrien regained his composure and attacked her ticklish-tummy again.

"Yeah," said her twin, Hugo. "You're getting soap in our food Mum, plus" he motioned towards his ears "extreme noise pollution "

Marinette uttered something between a laugh and a groan, "Thhankss for beeeing concernedaboutmy" she took a pause to laugh "wellbeeeeing"

"You're welcome Mѐre," Hugo answered smugly.

Marinette uttered another discontented grunt then with all her might, she flipped the situation so that Adrien fell on his back, and she fell on top of him.

She put a soap-covered finger on his nose. "I win," she whispered.

A quick glance at the island assured them they weren't in the line of sight of the twins.

Adrien cupped her face between his hands and gently placed his lips onto hers. Marinette let out a soft squeal of surprise, but quickly melted into the kiss.

"Pѐre" Emile's voice rang from the next-door living room. 'Where's the glue gun?"

Adrien removed himself from his wife momentarily. "In the cabinet next to the TV, check in the first drawer."

"Kay." the boy responded.

Adrien looked back at his wife. She kissed him again.

"Dad, I couldn- Ew gross."

Marinette and her beloved husband looked up to find their 17-year-old son looking back at them with a disgusted expression plain on his face.

He spun on his heel, turning to leave, "No PDA in the kitchen!!" he yelled.