Miraculous: Marinette's Promise (Book Three Of the "Marinette's Baby" Series) ✔

Chapter 22

"No! I don't want to hear it!"

Adrien flinched at the sound of his own voice. He turned over in bed, his heart aching at how cruel he was.

"I took your word for it, Marinette! I freaking trusted you! I TRUSTED YOU!"

"No, A-A-Adrien i-i-i-it wasn't-"

Adrien breathed out, seeing Marinette reach out to him as she attempted to reconcile.
    "LET GO OF ME!" DON'T TOUCH ME!"

Adrien furrowed his brow. He turned to his side, burying his face into the pillows beside him.

  "Listen to me, Marinette. Listen to me real good."

His own voice echoed in his head as it was cold and firm.
He could still remember the way Marinette looked up at him, her eyes glossened over with tears and her cheeks grew pink as she cried.

"I hate you... I freaking hate you..."

He hissed, looking her straight in her beautiful pained blue eyes.
 
    "Do you hear me? I. HATE. YOU."

Adrien felt like the air was knocked out of him.
Why?

Why did he say that?

     "Tell Louis mommy loves him.
            Tell Adrien I love him..."
Adrien looked into her tear filled eyes, seeing her breathe one last time before she leapt.

"NOOO!!" Adrien wailed, his heart aching painfully as he opened his eyes in the dark.
   
   He could see Marinette laying beside him in bed. She was looking up at him, her eyes still filled with sleep. A weak smile spread across her face as she glanced up at him shyly.

   "My love..."
She breathed. Her voice echoing in his head.

   "Marinette." He sobbed painfully. "I don't hate you. I didn't hate you." He reached over to her, his hands gripping into the sheets as they came up empty.
  She wasn't really there.

"No, no, no, no, no...." He cried, reaching for her pillow. He buried his face into it, still smelling her on the cotton. He hugged the pillow to his chest painfully, gripping on to it tightly as he was almost sure he couldn't bear this pain any longer.

"I don't hate you..." He whispered, tears falling down his face rapidly. "No....I don't hate you. I don't hate you, I don't hate you. I don't hate you. I hate myself..."

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    "I wouldn't do that..." Plagg reprimanded, looking at Louis who stood on a chair to grab a reading book.

The toddler smiled, grabbing his favorite bed time story book. When he couldn't sleep, Marinette and Tikki would make him warm milk, tuck him in and read him stories until he was able to fall asleep.

   Louis kept a hopeful smile, grabbing his book and holding it to his chest. He climbed off the chair carefully, looking over to Plagg excitedly.

The toddler couldn't sleep, and he really  wanted to ask Adrien to read him a bedtime story like his mother used to.

Plagg shook his head, he hurt for the little one. All he wanted was to spend time with his father but Plagg knew it was only a pipe dream. Adrien was in no way shape or form ready to bond with Louis, despite how much Louis craved his attention.
   Telling by the way Adrien was screaming in the next room, Plagg could tell he was having nightmares again.
He worried that Louis was setting himself up for a huge dissapointment.