Narrator's POV
Marinette left the park with her joyful 4-year old in hand.
"Did you have a fun time Emma?" She asked her daughter.
"Yeah, Mama! I'm so glad I can see Hugo every week!" She replies. "I'm grateful for that because some kids in my class barely see their mom or dad sometimes." She looks down sadly.
"Aw that's so sweet of you Emmie," She coos, lifting her chin. "Maybe we should head home and start working on your birthday dress design!" She exclaims, clapping her hands together in an effort to cheer her little one up.
"Yeah, ok!" She said, the light returning back to her eyes.
"Well then, home we shall gooo!" Marinette's loud voice protrudes as she hunkily struts forward with robot-like movements. Emma giggled, following her mother back home. They arrived back at her flat and set out to work even though it was well past Emma's bedtime. Marinette wanted her daughter to be happy and if designing the dress was what made her happy right now, then that's what they'll do.
"Ready to get a little messy Em?" She questions the child, clumsily tying the rest of her wind-knotted hair into a ponytail.
"Yeah, let's do this" She yells striking one of the many superhero poses. Mainly one that involved a fistbump.
"Ok," Marinette softly says, "first we're gonna start out with the basic human structure and form. do you want it to look like me or you?" She asks Emma, attempting to hold in her giggles as the young one stares confoundedly at the blank paper.
"But Maman, it has to look like me," She complains, extending out the "me".
"Oh," Marinette teasingly raises a brow, "Why is that so?"
"It has to look like me because my chest is flat like the paper, yours is like two balls, very cu-curvy ones." She pouts, her lip sticking out a little.
"Wh-what? Pfft-" Marinette starts to speak but her sentence remained unfinished as the room was filled with humorous laughter.
"O-OH MY G-GOD EMMA!" She says between bursts of laughter. Emma just sits there with a confused look on her face.
"I don't get it, Mama, what's so funny? I-i was telling the truth like you said I always should." Emma asks as she tilts her head to the right.
"O-oh never mind cream puff, l-let's get to work on the design," she says, letting her laughter die down while wiping her eyes.
"K!" Emma chirps, settling down once again to work on the perfect birthday dress. And there they sat, into the wee hours of the night, working on something that just might impact their future in a very subtle way.
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Early the next morning, both mother and daughter are exhausted from the events of the night prior. The blaring alarm clock ringing in Marinette's ears as she once again reminds herself she has to be up early because she has a full time, full paying job she can't afford to be late for.
"Emma sweetie, time to get up!" She calls out through her yawns. As she waits for the other sleepy head to get downstairs, she lazily puts together some coffee and croissants for herself and pours a bowl of cereal for the girl.
"I'm here Mama," the little girl yawns. It looks as if she's barely awake. The poor thing was knocked out by the time her mother brought her to bed.
"Hurry up and eat your breakfast, Mommy needs to get ready for work and so do you." She lightly says while bopping her nose. "You're coming with Mommy to work today!" She exclaims throwing her arms up in the air. SPLASH! Went the sound of milk greeting the top of her head. Marinette groaned realizing she was still holding the carton of liquid dairy in her hands as she did that gesture. With milk dripping down her forehead and soggy hair, she trudged her way up the stairs to the shower, mumbling something along the lines of "finish your cereal and get ready" to her child. From the kitchen where Emma was sitting, you could hear the quite loud screams being emitted from the poor woman as she frantically danced around in the freezing cold water. A few minutes later, Marinette came down shivering with every step she took.
"C-come on sw-sweet-tie, l-let's not k-keep Mummy's b-boss wai-iting!" She stutters as she reaches for her coat. Emma swats her hand away from its goal.
"No Mama, it's over 90 degrees outside, you're gonna be fine!" The four-year-old annoyingly huffs as if she's the one taking care of her mother. She drags the poor shivering woman towards the car and unlocks the door.
"In." She stomps her foot and points toward the steering wheel.
"Got it creamie, let's get you strapped in too." She sighs in content, feeling much better in the warm almost autumn sun. She makes her way towards her workplace, yes, the one and only, Agreste Inc. She applied for a scholarship at IFA Paris and Mr. Agreste hired her as an intern. Eventually, she worked her way up and now she's one of his top-notch designers. As they make their way to Marinette's office Emma asks her a question,
"Mama, will we go shopping for my dress after you're done with work? Pretty please?" She pleads, attempting the infamous baby doll eyes.
"Yes creamie, now hush Mommy's gonna get some work done and you're gonna go and..." Marinette looks around for something to keep the hyper toddler entertained until her lunch break. "Ah ha!" She exclaims dragging the poor bean to something that should keep her entertained for a while.
"Look here Emmie, a game room huh?" She joyfully emits, trying to show enthusiasm towards the children's game room.
"Mama," Emma sighs, "You take me here every time I go to work with you, why can't I stay in your office like a big girl?" She pouts. Marinette crouches in front of her little one.
"Emma, Mommy has to meet with some very important people today and will be in a meeting until lunchtime, after that I'm free and we can start designing your dress? How about that?" She slowly explains to her daughter, ending on a cheerful note.
"Fine," she groans, "I guess I can wait."
"Oh thank you cream puff. Have fun and play nice okay? Mommy loves you!" She quickly blows a kiss to her daughter before dashing off yelling "I'm gonna be late, outta the way." Emma giggles while watching her mother speed off. Yeah, she can wait.
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