Félix & Marinette︲Intensity

𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓰𝓷𝓪𝓷𝓬𝔂 𝓣𝓮𝓼𝓽

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It has been exactly 16 weeks since Adrien had, you know, passed away. It is difficult for me everyday, every night with no sleep and rarely feeling hungry. It feels as if my life has completely stopped the second his heartbeat had disappeared. Every time I try to close my eyes, I experience all those sweet flashbacks along with the most terrifying memory of him bleeding away in my arms. The recalled instances of being Marinette and Ladybug around him are clinging to me. I can't... keep living on. I loved him too much to let him go. I can never imagine my future without him now. Everything I see, everything I hear, reminds me clearly of my Adrien.

"Marinette, do not let negative emotions take over you. We've been through this.. I know you're hurting." Tikki says while she brings over another glass of water.

"...It hurts too much, Tikki. Why, why did it have to happen to him? Why couldn't he just live and stay with me? What did he ever do to deserve this?" I complain over and over again, like all the other days which seem to only slice my heart deeper.

Tikki floats up to my cheek and rubs it soothingly. "You never know, Marinette. God does everything for a reason. He does everything for the better. I simply believe that maybe the right time for you two is eternity, but up in the heavens. Adrien will always be in your heart; he will always watch over you, no matter what."

I wipe the remaining tears, which seemed like for the thousandth time, and then finally take a gulp of water. "I hope he is looking over me... Maybe you're right. Maybe we just couldn't be together for long on earth..."

Right at that moment, my stomach starts to churn and I rush to the bathroom. I begin to heave, desperate to rid myself of this expelling feeling. "What's wrong? Are you okay??" My kwami asks in worry, staring at me with huge eyes.

I kneel down to the toilet and throw up everything I had eaten earlier yesterday.

"Ugh, I feel sick internally. I don't know why," I stand up, shaking all over, and rinse my mouth.

"This is the third time today! You have to go see the doctor, Marinette. This seems like something..."

I look at her, all weak, and my lip quivers, "What do you mean? I don't want to go. It's probably the stomach flu or something. It'll go away.." I walk into my small bedroom, since the apartment itself is small as well, and lie down with dizziness consuming my conscious ability to process.

Tikki floats in front of my face, "NO, you don't understand. You have to get yourself checked up ASAP."

"Please, Tikki, stop stressing me out. Just tell me, because I don't understand what you're saying," I rub my temples in pure anxiety.

"I can't really confirm it to you unless you find out yourself. Just trust me on this, Marinette. Pleaseee."

"...Okay, fineee. I'll stop by the clinic tomorrow morning."

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The Next Morning -

The woman with round eyeglasses sits down in her chair and smiles at me, handing me the reports of whatever "illness" it could be.

I smile back awkwardly, not knowing what was so delightful in her perception for informing me of my medical problem.

She gently holds my knee and finally speaks after the silence, "Congratulations, Mrs. Agreste. You are pregnant!"

From that sentence, I literally almost drop the papers and my purse, the beautiful last name and the word "pregnant" making the blood rush to my face altogether, more so rejuvenating me.

I stammer uncontrollably in happiness and shock, "W-Wait, I am?? Oh my G-God. I-I'm actually pregnant? I thought I h-had issues with digestion or something.."

She laughs softly, "It's true, you are expecting. The test results are positive. And that is just morning sickness that you've been having. One of the many symptoms of successful fertilization."

I inhale and exhale, letting my mind wander. I couldn't believe it. All this happens after Adrien, my life partner, has interpenetrated with the dust of his grave.

I look down depressingly and gulp, trying to avoid having a breakdown in front of someone else.

...The ultrasound process takes place...

"Dear? Are you okay? I asked if you would like to know the gender of your baby." I snap out of my emotions and look up, "..Uh, yeah. I'd love to know, thank you."

The woman scrolls through some pages on her desktop, examining the images for a lengthy moment, then types something quickly, "Ah, here it is- Wait, isn't your husband supposed to be here for this?"

I gulp again with my eyes stinging, "Um, he couldn't make it..."

"Oh alright. I guess you can tell him later... Are you ready?"

I exhale with my hands sweating, "Yes.."

"....It's a... baby boy! Congratulations, darling. Soon enough, you will be able to come in for better ultrasounds in the lab to see him and hear his heartbeat!!"

I automatically burst into tears and look up at the ceiling. Miserably, I repeat in my mind, Thank you for this amazing blessing.

...

I bus my way back home to the newly-built apartment building which is where I live, right outside the border of Paris.

I look down at my purse and there is Tikki smiling at me with all the glint in her eyes, "See, Marinette, this was what I was talking about. This is God's gift after he takes away your first precious person."

I sniffle, "...A part of him will always be with me now... even though he won't be here to experience this."

I keep my eyes on the medical reports, smiling as I enter the tenth floor towards my apartment. The feeling of knowing what happiness feels like after it dies within you, is truly letting my dead body feel alive again. All of a sudden, in the midst of my little world full of content, I slam into something solid. Actually someone... I look up, apologizing immediately as an instinct.

"Oh, I'm so s-sorry!" I stammer for no reason the second I meet his eyes. I break into a cold nervous sweat. Déjà vu hits me right there in the pit of my stomach, and I don't know why. Something about this man's features...

"Watch where you're going for fuck's sake. Use those damn eyes when you walk," He sneers with the most hostile tone of all, and proceeds to smooth out his professional raiment, no longer meeting my eyes after the flicker of harsh distaste at the sight of me.

My smile instantly fades away. Like a zipper.

I look down at my feet in slight hurt, "I-I'm sorry, it was a mistake.."

Without caring for even a split second, he turned towards his apartment which was diagonally opposite from mine, and went inside, acting like I wasn't there in the first place.