Félix & Marinette︲Intensity

𝓔𝓾𝓹𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓪

AGE REVEAL:     Marinette is 20 yrs old ~ Félix is 21 yrs old

After that embarrassing incident again, I stay in my room with only water and some cookies for Tikki. She gives me a lecture over and over again but I know it won't help. I have realized Adrien was a complete fake since the day Kagami came into his life. Not being able to be his, it only continues to hurt.

Finally, around 5 a.m. I manage to fall asleep after many hours of constant overthinking and crying. My mind dozes off in a slight peace and relaxation. Sleep is truly essential for my overall wellbeing but I just don't seem to care until I remember I am pregnant and I have a child to take care of.

All the tenseness is released from my body by the time I wake up at 3:40 p.m. and I feel a bit better once I take a nice lavender bubble bath. Trying to avoid going downstairs, I go anyways and catch Susanne leaving the house right at that moment.

She pushes her eyeglasses up and greets me, "Good afternoon, dear. I just finished making today's lunch and dinner. By the way, the meal I made yesterday was untouched."

I lie, "Oh, I just didn't feel like eating anything. But thank you anyways."

"Okay. What about your husband? Didn't he feel hungry?"

I almost choke and blush, taken aback, "Um- no, he isn't my- um- husband. He has a g-girlfriend."

"..Hmph. Oh." She eyes my belly and exits, slightly disgusted.

That was so awkward. Did she actually just ask me that? But as I gave my answer, I felt extremely jealous for some reason. Am I really taking it that seriously? I hate to admit it, but I know I want him. I need him...

Feeling queasy again, I run to the bathroom on the main floor and throw up in the toilet. I have to find someplace else to live. Maybe Alya won't mind since she said so herself, because I cannot keep living here knowing that Félix was never interested in me to begin with. WHY do I feel jealous? WHY do I feel something towards him that I've never felt towards anyone else? This mysterious feeling is keeping me guessing and overthinking. Do I actually have feelings for a coldhearted person like him? But... I can't feel this way... he has someone who I can never be.

I sit in the huge living room and make sure I don't watch TV which makes me even more guilty of using other people's things. Instead, I browse through my phone, text Alya to assure her I'm fine and catch up with my parents through an audio call. Maman and Papa are such a complete, perfect, happy couple who I witnessed before me ever since I was born. Sometimes I wish my love life stayed this real till the end of the world. While deep in my thoughts, I hear the main door open and I already know who it is, obviously.

Unexpectedly, Félix runs to me and crouches down in front of the sofa, staring right into my eyes. "Is your last name Agreste???"

I decide to give him a response after a whole week of silence, so I nod, confused.

His mouth opens just a little, "Are you Adrien's widowed wife?"

I gulp down the tears forming at the back of my throat, "Um... yeah. Why?"

"Damn, I can't believe it... I found out today while I was grabbing something for you from the clinic." He opens his briefcase and holds out a DVD case to me.

"What's this? I told you I don't need any more of your gifts." I try to give it back to him, but he pushes my hand away. This sent electricity through my arm.

"I know. But trust me, you will love this one."

"Okay. Tell me what this is then." I demand.

He takes it from me, "I'll just play it and you'll see."

Within a minute, he places the disc into the player and turns on the TV. My heart realizes right away what it is when I look at the screen and my eyes begin to tear up. It is a visualization video of my ultrasound with my baby moving in my womb and producing rhythmic heartbeats. I continue to gaze at it and cover my mouth, crying in joy. He sits right beside me with a tissue box and I continuously use it.

"Oh Félix, thank you. This is-" I blow my nose, "miraculous."

He smiles, "My pleasure. I bet this is probably the best gift you've ever received in your life, right?"

Feeling inexplicable, I say, "Please shut up... I'm kidding. I just don't know what to say."

"You don't have to..." He reaches for my face, but then hesitates and puts his hand back down real quick.

I gulp again and look away when I catch his almost-move. When the video finishes after eight minutes, I finally feel much better and silently send love to my son.

Félix clears his throat, and I almost forget he is there, "So... isn't it sad that he passed away? It had such a huge impact on me too."

My forehead creases in confusion, "Wh-What do you mean? You knew him too?"

He chuckles slightly, "Yes, I did. He was my cousin, that's why."

I feel my eyes widen in surreal shock, "Wh-What??? You're his cousin???"

"Mhm. We have always been so close since we were young. But he's gone now and I don't know what he did to end up like that. He was an absolutely sincere and stupid person."

"Oh my God. You're not lying, are y-you?" I stammer.

"I'm not lying. My mother and his are twin sisters."

I gulp, "...Can you do me a favour?"

"Sure. What is it?" He asks.

"Please, never say his fucking name in front of me again." Shaking, I start to break down right there.

His left eyebrow arches upwards, "Whoa, chill.. What are you saying?"

"Please, just d-don't."

"Marinette, he was your husband. You two loved each other. Why are you talking like this?"

Finally, I blurt it out, "I d-don't love- him- anymore! He slept with another girl behind my fucking back while we were married and started having feelings for her, realizing that I was probably a mistake or a second option! He left me broken, left me wondering where I went wrong, left me thinking about how we really weren't made for each other. All these years of my life I gave him everything! Literally everything! My time, my love, and my effort! But he managed to replace me that easily. It was that easy for him!"

Félix sucks in air, and I know he is taken aback as well. Without hesitation, he takes a tissue and wipes my face clean from all the tears. But they just continue to flow out nonstop.

"What the fuck was wrong with him?.. I'm quite revolted right now. I never imagined in a million years that he would ever cause someone pain."

I blow my nose again and look up at him through my eyelashes, feeling paralyzed.

He tells me, "But whoever that bitch was that he fucked around with, is probably a hoe herself... I can't help but say that you are precious and if he didn't see that, then someone else will in your life. It's his loss."

I wipe my eyes, "..Th-Thank you..." and then I do the most unthinkable.

Still crying a little, I hug him with my arms around his shoulders and hold on tight for about three seconds. Realizing what I had done, I back away before he almost hugs me back, "I'm so s-sorry. I don't know what got into me..."

He says, surprised, "No, it's alright, Marinette, I-"

I get up in embarrassment and don't let him finish, then go upstairs, lock myself in my room and start hyperventilating through my emotions.

That sensation made me feel a bit at ease and I wish I could've held onto him longer.