The bridge of locks wasn't what it used to be, with the framework redone and the locks banned. It made sense, he supposed, but it was still a shame to see them gone. He could clearly remember the day Nino had gotten one for Alya and how ecstatic she'd been about it.
It all seemed like such a long time ago.
Andre stood in the center of the bridge, happily dishing out ice-cream to a few happy couples that passed him by. Chat Noir wasn't sure he'd be willing to help him out after his long absence, but Andre wasn't the type of person to keep happiness out of someone's reach. Hopefully the little boy wouldn't be an exception.
"Bonsoir, Andre," he said as he approached the ice-cream cart. He turned his chubby face towards Chat Noir, his smile brighter than the city lights.
"Well if it isn't the famous Chat Noir and his adorable little one, been busy I see," He winked at Chat Noir and the superhero could feel his face flush.
He shook his head and waved his hands frantically in front of him. "N –No! This isn't what it looks like. This little guy just wanted some –,"
"Ice cream!" cried the boy, grinning innocently. The ice-cream man's smile only seemed to widen and he gushed over the child, commenting on his soft dark hair and large, green eyes. After debating over some flavors, he'd dished out a small cup with chocolate, strawberry and mint.
"Thanks Andre, I'll drop by with some money when the sun's –,"
The man shook his head. "No need, Chat Noir, it's the least I could do after all you've done for Paris. The young children don't quite understand, but we old folk won't soon forget how brave you and Ladybug both were, for you two, no charge."
He handed Chat Noir an ice-cream, one with blueberry, cherry and bubble-gum. He felt a wave of nostalgia overcome his senses.
Smiling fondly at the ice-cream, he thanked Andre and led the boy to a bench a few feet away. They sat down and the boy looked awestruck, eating away at the treat so quickly it was almost inhaled.
Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to give him so much sugar that late at night.
"So, what's your name, Kid?" he asked. The boy's face twisted suddenly and he brought his hand to his head, muttering about cold and pain.
"Hugo," he replied, "My mommy says it's her favorite name in the whole wide world."
Hugo is the light of my life...
"Marinette," he murmured. The boy looked up at him, his bright green yes seeming to take in every inch of Chat Noir skeptically and he couldn't help but grow nervous knowing this was Marinette's son –the son he'd been hoping was his.
He could see now her nervous habits shining through, the cheerful smile and pale complexion framed by midnight dark hair. But the eyes threw him off. They were so big, bright and watchful while Marinette's were playful and perceptive, but this...he didn't know what to make of them.
And it was really starting to bug him.
"You know my mommy?" But it was far from a question. "Are you a friend of hers?"
Chat smiled nervously and scratched the back of his head, "We –We ran into each other a lot when we were younger, but I honestly don't know her that well."
"Oh," he replied, "But then how'd you know she's my mommy?"
Chat Noir could feel the blood rushing from his face. "I –uh –Isn't it obvious?" he tried. Hugo continued to stare blankly. "I –I'm a superhero. We know these kinds of things."
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Too Young For Love (On Hold) ~ A Miraculous Love Story
Fanfiction"Chat Noir," she murmured. "His father is Chat Noir." It's been six years since Hawk Moth was defeated and Ladybug hasn't seen Chat Noir since. After sharing something special with her partner, she can't help but feel haunted by his abrupt disappear...
