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Lukadrienette - Full House

Full House

Luka x Marinette x Adrien

Summary: Now all grown up, the three miraculous heroes are ready to take on parenthood. Marinette is exhausted, and her boyfriends are insistent that she take a break.

A/N: Set in a world where they don't have to forfeit their miraculous if they discover each other's identities, cuz that would be exhausting and them all fighting crime together is too cute.

Words: 1,374

Adrien was surprised that little Celeste hadn't burst a lung from how long and hard she'd been screaming. Most days, Marinette's gentle touch and calming voice was enough to soothe the six-month-old, but it appeared that she simply wasn't having it today. The heroine was at her wit's end as she paced the living room floor, her daughter cradled to her chest. She had one hand supporting the baby's weight while the other gently petted her blond hair, bouncing her slightly with every step.

"Do you want me to take her?" Adrien offered for the umpteenth time, standing beside Marinette as she visibly grew more and more exhausted. Bags were forming under her eyes, her usually sleek midnight blue hair was twisted into a tangled bun, and there was a whine in her voice as she spoke to her daughter.

"No, Adrien, I've got it," she sighed sharply.

"Marinette, you're so tired," Luka commented from where he sat on the couch. "Let us help. We're in this together."

Celeste continued to cry, and Marinette's bluebell eyes were watering as well.

With a sigh, Adrien reached forward, gently securing his arms around the baby's middle. He plucked her from Marinette's tired grasp, tucking her head into his neck and gently shushing her.

"Go lay down, love," he insisted. "We can handle her."

"Come on," Luka rose from his seat, wrapping an arm around his girlfriend's waist to guide her to their shared bedroom. She leaned against his hold, her eyes drooping as she stumbled down the hallway. By the time they reached the bedroom, the heroine was asleep on her feet, all of her weight resting against Luka's side. He smiled at her before crouching, hooking one arm around her back and the other under her knees, lifting her in his arms. Standing beside the bed, he gently laid her down, tucking her into the comforter. She immediately rolled onto her side, clutching Luka's pillow in the same manner that she would him if he were laying beside her. With a soft chuckle, he leaned down to kiss her temple, brushing a hand across her disheveled hair before creeping out of the room.

Returning to the living room, he found it quiet, and turned towards the couch to see that Adrien was laying down with Celeste snoring on his chest. His hand was rubbing soft circles into her back, and Luka mused that such contact was how he'd managed to soothe her.

He perched himself on the arm of the couch with a smile. "If she'd just accept our help once in a while, maybe she wouldn't be so tired."

Adrien snorted softly. "You know how she is. She wants to save everyone as much trouble as she can."

"Even if it causes her more," Luka nodded. He rose from his perch and crossed the length of the couch, kneeling down beside Adrien's head. The blond smiled tiredly as he continued to cuddle their sleeping daughter. The guitarist lifted a hand, gently patting Celeste's golden hair. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to Adrien's, humming softly against the blond's mouth.

"You go lay with Marinette," Adrien murmured. "She sleeps better with a partner."

"Come with me," Luka insisted. "I'll put Celeste in her crib."