The Convenient Marriage (MLB Fanfiction) COMPLETE✔

Chapter 48

   
     "Are you attracted to my father?"

The question came from nowhere. Never in a million years did Marinette ever think she would hear something like that from her husband’s lips.

  Her hands paused as she tried to fix the wrinkles in his collared shirt, but the question had completely taken her off guard.

  "What?" She asked, her blue eyes blinking as she glanced up at him with a look of confusion. Her hands rested on the firm planes of his chest, and had it not been for the fact that his question was incredulously impertinent, she would have been completely flushed by his muscle tone.

Adrien shrugged sheepishly, shifting in his jeans as Marinette's awkward gaze nearly bore right through his skin. 

"It's just, the last time we met him just before we officially signed our marriage license you seemed really blushy and shy around him."

  Marinette widened her eyes, the blush on her cheeks deepening as she vividly recalled Adrien narrowing his eyes at her that afternoon. She didn't think much of it at the time because she had every intention of divorcing him and leaving him entirely at that moment.

Marinette had no idea that he had suspicions, though. 

She wondered if this was the norm for him, but it certainly was strange and definitely embarrassing more than anything else. 

"Adrien, what the fuck?" Marinette snorted, lightly pulling away to slap his chest. "What kind of question is that? Of course I'm not attracted to your father. I'm just awkward at meeting new people." She murmured, moving away from him so she could grab her purse from the edge of their bed.

Tikki mewed, purring softly as she jumped on to the bed and began to knead at the blankets mercilessly. 

"Was that a weird question?" Adrien asked, sliding his hands into his pockets casually. He rocked back and forth on his heels, a cheeky grin tugging at his lips as Marinette nearly exploded under his playful scrutiny.

  "Y-Yeah!" Marinette immediately retorted, sliding her purse strap onto her shoulder. She reached down, fixing her white off the shoulder blouse.

"That's like me asking if you would fuck Alya." Marinette muttered, fixing her jeans nonchalantly.

"Yeah, I would..."

Marinette froze, her eyes widening at the sound of his voice uttering that confession. Her cheeks grew warm, and though Marinette had never experienced this sort of sensation at this level before, it was still undeniable at that point.

  She usually never got this jealous, but she tried her hardest not to let something like this show.

"What?" Marinette mused, turning her head to look at him. If looks could kill a person, Adrien would surely be dead.

Adrien immediately shook his head.

"I mean no, I would never do that." He replied, reaching up to run his hand through his hair.

"Adrien, don't be a butthole." Marinette frowned, her cheeks growing red as Adrien approached her, he slowly wrapped his arms around her waist and tugged her closer.