Miraculous - The New Guardian

Part 62 - Boulangerix et Befana 2(edited)

Adrien smirked, and answered: "We were planning for a June wedding right after Marinette's eighteenth birthday, but..."

"But", the old Baker interrupted him, "maybe you should get that over with, before that child is born. And don't you even dare to try and tell me, you didn't knock her up, I know the signs, been there myself."

He cackled. Though the couple blushed and wasn't able to look into his eyes, they couldn't help but smile a little.

"Actually it's not one child, it's two, granddad", Marinette told with a little pride swinging in her voice

"Oof, now I need to sit down. Tom, go get me a Grappa!"

"I don't think there is any...", the Baker began, but his father impatiently fell into his words.

"Go, look! Gina always has a bottle somewhere. For emergencies."

At the same moment they could hear the woman call for them through her open bed room door.

"Have you alle forgottene, thate I ame stille here? Alive ande helplesse ine the darke ande empty roome, no one hase evene saide hello to me, ande I so longe fore ane embrace ofe my little fairy, Marinetta!"

The young woman looked at her fiance with once again teary eyes. But Adrien, who had just pulled her onto his lap, so that her feet were in the place she was sitting before, was already smiling. He cupped her face with his right hand, while his left was supporting her back, and kissed her softly. Then he whispered into her ear:

"How about you take a little rest, drink and eat something, and then, I will carry you over there? Or you walk and I stay with you, if you don't feel like going alone? Would that help you feel better? I am sure, your Grandmother doesn't want you to faint on your way there and can wait a little longer."

"Are you two having secrets?", Sabine asked.

"No, mum, Adrien just suggested, that i have a snack and keep my feet up a bit, before I go greet Nonna. I just feel bad, that I haven't done that already", the pale looking girl explained sadly.

"And I tried to convince her, that her grandma will understand, that she isn't feeling well right now, and will wait a little longer for her to say hello!", the young man added.

Rolland Dupain let out a snarling sound and got on his feet.

"I'll go tell her to have a little patience. You stay were you are Marinette. You said, I didn't care about you for fifteen years, well neither did she, when she was travelling around the world, isn't that right? So an hour more or less can't be that bad, and if she doesn't like it, she has to deal with me!" he ranted as he made his way to the kitchen door, to go and meet his wife.

The remaining family members looked at each other and broke into laughter.

Tom, who just entered the room, after letting his father pass, looked bewildered from one to the other. In his hand he carried a clear bottle, with a golden fluid. On the label it read GRAPPA.

"I always thought you were more the cognac type, dad", he mocked.

The old sent him an annoyed look from the hallway. "Of course I am", he growled, "but when in Rome... Your mother just doesn't care about that. And, each time she visits me, she has to go with cognac, because I also won't give in and let her win this fight."

Sabine shook her head.

"Will you two ever grow up? You could have lived together in harmony for ages, if you weren't both so stubborn. Now go and try to calm her down, Marinette looks already so pale, I don't want her to feel guilty in addition to that!", she suggested, but her tone wasn't very friendly any more.