The Night She Fell In Love Again

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Marinette turned in her sleep, gaining consciousness from her night of deep sleep.

This was her last day of the weekend before she had to go to school.

This was her relaxation day.

And that started off with her sleeping in.

Marinette woke up, felling a sense of calm wash over her.

She glanced at her clock.

11:45am

Marinette sat up from her laying down position on her bed.

She squinted as the sun shone through her skylight above her bed.

"Tikki?" She asked, turning her head in all directions to find her kwami.

She saw Tikki on her desk, fast asleep with a cookie in hand. Marinette smiled at her, getting up from her bed.

As she climbed down the latter, she started stretching her arms.

After stretching, Marinette walked out of her room, seeing that her trap door was open.

"Hey sweetie, i made you breakfast!" Marinette turned her head to her mother's voice while descending down the stairs.

"Thank you, mama." Marinette said as she walked over to the counter bar and sat down, a plate sliding in front of her.

Sabine kissed the side of her head before asking, "Have you found a good apartment yet?"

"No, I'm still on the lookout for one. I might just share with Alya if it comes down to that." She answered her moms question, picking up the fork and eating a bite of her crêpe.

"Well, at least you're getting somewhere with finding one." Sabine smiled at her daughter.

"Do you guys need any help in the bakery today?" Marinette asked, finishing her crêpe. She stood up and put her plate in the sink.

"No, we're fine, maybe later though?" Sabine asked, walking to the door, opening it. Sabine smiled at Marinette once more before descending down to the bakery to get back to work.

Marinette smiled, weakly before walking back up the stairs to her room.

Tikki was still sleeping as she walked in.

Her mission was to be quick and quiet while getting dressed.

It worked.

After Marinette got dressed, quietly she took a look at herself in her body length mirror.

A light pink crop top with some dark colored denim jeans.

The look was missing something.

Aha! There.

Marinette took ahold of her french braid that she put in her hair last night and gave it a tug on the tie that was holding it together.

She separated the braid and ended up with nice long wavy hair.

The bluenette smiled once more before grabbing her phone and plopping down on the chaise.

She started scrolling through instagram, but got interrupted by a banner notification coming up on her phone, signaling that she had gotten a text.

A- Hey Mari, so basically my mom tricked me into babysitting my sisters today and i was wondering if you wanted to help?

Of course Alya needed help babysitting. Her sisters were a bit older now and thought they could take care of themselves. But her mom still wanted Alya to babysit for some 'extra spending money'.