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Chapter 11 | Meet The Family (Part 2)

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Adrien's P.O.V

Whilst the chicken is cooking, Luka tells me to bring out the flour, eggs, sugar, butter and milk.

Then he takes the chicken out of the pot and dices it into cubes about the size of my thumbnails.

He then puts it into a pan and starts to mix in the sauce he made earlier.

My jaw hits the floor. Where the hell did he learn to cook like this?

He then tells me to go and get some bread from Marinette's bakery.

Which I do. It takes me only 5 minutes because I run, not wanting to slow down Luka's flow.

He cuts the bread into 4 parts each.

Then he starts mixing the flour, eggs sugar, butter and milk together until it is smooth. It's cake batter, I realise slowly. Maybe I really am dense, like Luka suggested. Maybe this Fandom is right.

"Taste it," Luka grunts. Wow. Concentrated Luka is scary.

I dip my finger into the cake batter and it's heavenly. The groan that I let out must be enough because Luka is smirking.

I get out a cake tin and put flour on the edges so the cake doesn't stick. Then Luka adds vanilla essence to the cake before putting it in the tin.

He's already pre-heated the oven so he slides the cake in, burning his poor finger in the process.

Again, he doesn't make a sound as he puts it in his mouth for a second.

"What is actually wrong with you Luka?" I ask.

"What?" He's surprised.

"You've been aggressive and grunting and hurting yourself all evening, what is wrong?" I repeat.

He sighs and says, "cooking reminds me of my dad."

This is answer enough. I pull him into a tight hug.

Then he turns to stir the saucy chicken cubes.

"Got any mint leaves?" he asks cheekily.

"Yeah."

I bring them out and Luka puts the chicken on three different plates before putting the mint leaves on top.

"Go and put these on the table and tell your father that I'll be out in a few minutes," he instructs me.

I take all three plates out to my father and put one in front of him and the other two where Luka and I will sit.

My father raises his eyes at the saucy chicken cubes. They look perfect. Like Luka.

I chat to my father for a bit before I go back into the kitchen. And when I do, I gasp.

There, in the kitchen counter, is the prettiest cake I've ever seen.

There's cream frosting all around it, with the tiniest carrot cubes on top. The edge of the top of the cake is covered in strawberries and blueberries in a pattern, and the edge of the bottom is surrounded by swirls of frosting.

The cake screams... Luka. This is his own special creation, something his and his alone. And it's beautiful.

It actually brings tears to my eyes.

"Luka, it's... amazing," I breathe.

"If you haven't guessed by now, I'm obsessed with cubes," is all he says.

Then he puts the cake on a tray and motions for me to follow him as he takes it out to the dining room.

My father smiles as Luka puts it on the table.

And then we start eating.

***

"I must admit, this is very finely done chicken, how did it take you so little time?" my father asks Luka.

He literally acted like I didn't help at all.

As if my father knows what I'm thinking, he looks at me as he says, "I know Adrien can't cook to save his life, he probably just passed you the chicken or something."

I would usually snap right back with something witty, but my father is right. This makes me scowl in irritation.

"Well, before my father died he was a cook," Luka explains, "and he had like these secret recepies and everything. He taught me all of them when he learned that he had a terminal illness."

"Oh, I see," my father says, "condolences. I lost my father when I was 12, and he was a fashion critique."

They talk and laugh and cheer for hours on end. The mood in the Agreste mansion is the lightest it's been in years.

***

I tell Luka I'll walk him home, so we are currently walking on the streets, chatting and laughing.

Luka skips into the road excitedly, not paying attention.

The rest is all a blur. I remember the silver of a car. I remember screaming, "Luka, move!"

I remember pushing him out of the way. I remember the silver of the car colliding with my ribs. I remember Luka's sobs and cries as he dials 911.

And then I close my eyes for the final time.

A/N: Our dear Adrien baby has been hit by a car! Oh no, no, no!

I know that the car scene is a bit hard to understand, but obviously I've never been hit by a car, so I don't really know how it feels.

Q: Have you ever been hit by a vehicle, and if so, which one?