When in Paris

Chapter 4: genuin

Marinette_
I hissed as the needle pricked my finger, and brought my fingers up to my mouth sucking the blood off. I went back to stitching, listening to the girls bicker. I had Hugo in my lap, alya sat beside me on the couch bouncing her son on her knees. Chloe sat on the couch opposite us soothing her twins. I put the material aside and hugged Hugo into my chest, leaning down so that my chin rested gently on the top of his soft silk hair. Thank god none of our kids were old enough to understand anything we were saying.
"Mari, did you and Adrien?..."

Alya was still weary about her son understanding what she said, so she more hinted it to me other than roughly putting it. I smiled sadly and shook my head, still breathing in Hugo's scent. The amount of love I feel for him is indescribable, even when he roughly pulled on my dangling hair and made me wince.
"Dammit! I was so sure, even when I downright told him what he was doing wrong he still didn't man up"

"It's not a matter of manning up alya, he was just upset last night that's all"

"What did he have to be upset about? All I did was warn him about what could happen"

"I think he's just afraid of loosing me, he knows how I feel, he's just not sure how to fix it"

"Ugh marinette he's so naive, is it just not normal for you guys to have sex?"

I looked to Chloe across the room, and pulled my lips into a line.
"It used to be completely normal, then one day we just stopped. I'm not sure he knows how to approach me anymore"

"Oh please, before you guys got together he was the biggest bachelor in this city, he could wink at a woman the right way and her legs would already be shaking"

"Thanks Chloé, really paints a good picture about my husband"

She laughed and went back to tending to her girls. I swear I saw a physical light bulb appear over alya's head. I looked to her and muttered-
"Oh no"

"I've got it! Mari, you still got that babysitter?"

"Yeah, why?"

"We're all going out tonight"

"Alya you know I can't do that, if the press see they'll spread rumours"

"That's exactly my point! The thing men want most is what they can't have, so if he sees photos of you out and having fun, he'll come running"

I laughed and hugged Hugo a little tighter, feeling him play with the rings on my finger and the bracelet on my wrist.
"I can't believe I have to pull some elaborate scheme to get my own husband to chase after me"

"Besides, we all need a night out"

"Alya's right marinette, it's been too long. You need to get laid"

"I'm married!"

"So what? I'm not saying cheat I'm just saying have fun"

I chewed my bottom lip, and tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear.
"Why does cheating and fun sound like the same thing?"
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I thanked the babysitter and paid her extra for looking after the girls kids as well as Hugo. I almost ran upstairs, still wondering whether or not this was a good idea. I guess that, regardless, I needed to have fun. Sure last night was fun, but it ended badly. I just hope that the girls don't get me killed tonight.

I walked into the master bedroom where they were waiting anxiously. Before I'd said that I wasn't sure if my babysitter would be up for four kids.
"The kids are taken care of and we are free to run a muck for one night!"

They cheered and clapped, saying that they took back what they said about about the sitter and she was really an angel in disguise. About an hour ago they ran home and came back with countless dresses and outfits. I just laughed and new that I was in for a trouble filled night. But to my luck none of their clothes fit me. Alya's clothes fell right off my chest and Chloe's were too small. So instead I raided my closet.
"Guys really I have nothing, I have mom clothes I have work clothes but no- sexy clothes"

"Mari you're not even out of your twenties yet what the hell happened?"

Something caught my eye and I smiled, I pulled it out and showed them. The look on their faces was indescribable. The dress went down to my knees, rounded my shoulders needed a belt at the waist. She shook their heads, and I'm guessing the look on my face asked why.
"Marinette I have no idea why I let you design my clothes"

"Girl that's something that a lonely person both dies and gets buried in. You look like you're trying to get adopted"

"Okay. Let me take a look in there I'm sure I can find something"

I sighed and put the dress back sitting back down on the edge of the bed next to alya. After a minute of searching Chloé smiled and pulled something out. Immediately I shook my head no.
"No. No way"

"What? Why not it's perfect"

"Yeah girl that's probably the only thing that would even begin to class as appropriate for tonight"

"That's what I wore under my wedding dress, if Adrien saw me wearing that in public, he'd throw a fit"

Chloe smiled evilly and tossed the small dress at me.
"Then it's perfect"

I sighed and took another look at the material in my hands. It could probably class as lingerie. It was blood red, spaghetti strapped and stopped at my mid thigh. I looked back to them uncertain, and they both eagerly nodded. Alright, here goes nothing. I half undressed, and Chloé tossed one of her lace bras at me.
"Wear this, you're going to be in hell if you get cold with no bra in that, and there's no way I'm letting you wear your depression bra"

I laughed a little at the small insult and went into the bathroom to change. Looking at myself in the mirror I tilted my head. I'd almost forgotten what I looked like in this sort of thing. And I realised, that I missed it. The girls barged through the bathroom door already in their clothes, and fake gasped at me.
"Girl I'm so proud of you!"

I shook my head laughing and they stood on either side of me. They set out their makeup and I took a deep breath. I feel like I'm twenty one again. I didn't put on drastic makeup, my eyeshadow I used gradients of red and black. I drew a simple wing of eyeliner and dusted some highlighter on my cheekbones. I went to paint some pink gloss on my lips but Chloé snatched it out of my fingers.
"I will be caught dead before I let you put that on"

"What's wrong with it? Pink looks nice"

"Nah-uh, it doesn't match what you're wearing"

She reached her hand onto the large sink bench and grabbed one of her lipsticks. I didn't see what it was before she painted it onto my lips. After she was done she turned me to the mirror, and my eyes slightly widened. The lipstick was slightly lighter than my dress, but it brought out my fair skin and my eyes. A small smile pulled at my lips, and she gently combed her fingers through my hair.
"I think we can leave your hair the way it is, it looks best this way"

I smiled, and we turned our attention to alya as she roughly set her makeup back down and threw her arms in the air.
"Who's ready to get fucked up!"