Piano.
A note.
Room.
That's what her brain said the moment she started to flutter her eyes open.
Rain...
Adrien.
Where is Adrien?
Walking down the hall she could hear the song more clearly. More sincerely.
The song was getting intense as if the player was just smashing keys at this point. Frustrated.
Tap tap.
Her steps came closer to the room.
The song was now sincere. Calm.
Tap tap.
She was Standing in front of adrien playing the piano. Tears streaming down his cheeks. Is he okay?
He hadn't payed attention to her coming into the room.
Instead he continued playing with more passion than she ever seen him do. She remembered how he hated doing this, how his father made him play the piano so he can be like his mother, how he hated the thought of it.
She could feel her heart racing as she came closer to him.
Tap tap.
Silence.
He stopped play and whipped around to be greated by the lovely face of his wife smiling down at him. He wouldn't trade her for the world. Grateful.
She rounded the piano to sit beside him.
“clair de lune, huh” she said resting a hand on his lower neck, scratching it. He knew he loved that. He was purring.
“i couldn't sleep and i love this song” his voice broke at the last part.
He knew she knew that... That this is his mother's favorite.
She hummed. Tired she rested her head on his shoulder and gave him a side look.
Stretching her hand,she reached beneath his eye leds wiping away his tears. His precious tears. He doesn't deserve crying. She promised to protect those tears of his years ago. Years ago when they discovered hawkmoth's identity. Years ago when they found his mother's paralyzed body. Years ago she promised....shw promised to make him the happiest man. Years ago she said "i do".
He deep sighed sensing her tension. A cheeky grin made it's way into his face.
“do you think i can teach little louis this when he is born?” he saud a smile never left his face. A real smile. He rested his hands on her round stomach hoping for a kick from his unborn baby. A confirmation that he is there.
“i would love that” she giggled looking him straight in the eyes. Green. Hope.
Words cannot describe how much they loved each other.
“i promise i will make him the happiest baby alive”
She glared at him “don't spoil our child i don't want to deal with a copy of chloe bourgeois”
“can't promise that” a warm smile made its way into his face.
She can practically see the ears on his hair.
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Words.
Words cannot describe how happy she was. Proud.
Piano.
Louis was on stage playing 'clair de lune'. He was smiling the whole time. Some times he could look at his parents with a 'look at me i am doing it' look and Marinette couldn't help but chuckle at her dork of a 9 y.o son.
Just like his father.
They were happy.
Even all they went through they were always together. Together forever.
Together till the end.
Thier rhythm won't get broken as long as they stay together.
Like the note Adrien always played.
He will play it even he was gone.
He will always play it.
Maybe it was practice, maybe it was love, maybe it was him being selfish to lose them. To stop playing.
