The final installment in this series of one-shots! Last chapter, there was an implied Big Reveal that took place behind the scenes, just in case I didn't make it clear enough.

I may add bonus chapters later on if I get any good ideas, but this is the planned ending.

Future

That evening, Marinette came up the stairs with a faraway look in her eye, and a seemingly permanent grin on her face. Sabine thought she already knew the reason for that, but decided to play dumb and ask anyway.

"Did something good happen today, Mari?" she asked. Marinette's grin stretched impossibly wider, "Adrien. He…told me he loves me, Mama!" Sabine realized her smile must have been an exact replica of her daughter's as she rushed over to hug her baby girl.

"Oh, I'm so happy for you! I know how much you care about him," Mrs. Dupain-Cheng gushed. Marinette sighed in an obviously lovesick manner, "I can't even explain it. He makes me feel…" She trailed off, obviously at a loss for words.

"Complete?" Sabine supplied with a knowing expression. "Yes, Mama!" Marinette giggled giddily. "I feel the same way about your father. And Adrien feels the same way about you," she continued.

Marinette blushed, but eventually settled down enough to help her mother prepare dinner. As always, when her father arrived, he began to usher her out. Marinette playfully suggested that she stay in the kitchen to bother them, when Tom gained a mischievous glint in his eye.

"I suppose you could stay this time. I'll just let Adrien know he'll have to play UMS by himself today."

Marinette stumbled a bit, but quickly righted herself, "No, no! I'll leave! You two have fun!" She quickly darted out of the room, leaving her parents to laugh amongst themselves.

When Marinette entered the room, Adrien was already on the character selection screen. Their eyes met, and Marinette thought she might melt under the intensity of his gaze.

"Hi," he greeted her with a dazzling smile. "Hi," she replied breathlessly. He patted the spot on the couch beside him, and Marinette happily took a seat. They began to play, and Marinette tentatively scooted closer so that she could rest her head on his shoulder.

He shifted a bit and placed a kiss on top of her head, "I love you, Marinette."

The controller slipped out of her hands, resulting in a win for the cat-like robot.

She gasped, "You did that on purpose!" He laughed, "No I didn't! That was just a pleasant side effect." She shoved him playfully, "Liar." He pouted dramatically, "I'll have you know, I am the most truthful guy you'll ever come across." Marinette rolled her eyes and shoved him again, "Yeah, right! I know you better than that."

"Do you?"

He suddenly leaned forward, entering her personal space with a playful smirk that stole her breath away. Their noses were only centimeters apart, and Marinette flushed cherry red as she stared into those bright green eyes. He made no move to close the distance between them, so Marinette took it upon herself.

Their lips met for the briefest moment, and Adrien stiffened in surprise, having not expected her to actually respond to his flirting. By the time he'd gathered his wits, she was pulling away rather quickly, and he followed.

He tipped forward a bit precariously in his haste and pitched headlong into Marinette, knocking her back onto the couch. He barely managed to catch himself before he squished her, and found himself staring down into her gorgeous bluebell eyes. Marinette was extremely flushed, but laughed heartily, "Well, this is familiar, huh?"

Adrien blushed at their suggestive position, but was too mortified to move just yet, "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to-!" Marinette firmly grasped either side of his head and pulled him down into a loving kiss.

His breath hitched as his stomach did little flips, and he shyly allowed the love of his life to take the lead. After all, he hadn't a clue what to do; he could barely process the fact that her lips were touching his.

Marinette made to deepen the kiss right before they were interrupted by a surprised gasp.

"Oh my! That was a little more…passionate than I expected," Sabine commented with a raised eyebrow. Marinette became as still as a statue and her face drained of color, so it was up to Adrien to scramble out of their embarrassing predicament.

The boy gently detangled Marinette's frozen fingers from his hair so that he could sit up.

"I-I'm sorry, Mrs. Dupain-Cheng. I actually fell on Marinette, so it was my fault. And what happened after was very improper and disrespectful of me," he stated contritely, staring at a spot on the floor with a reddened face.

Marinette seemed to have finally recovered, and jumped up with a start. "No, Mama! It really wasn't his fault. I was all over him! Please don't be mad at Adrien," she pleaded.

Sabine barked out a laugh, "I'm not mad, dear." Tom entered the room with his hands on his hips, "Did I hear that right?" Marinette squeaked helplessly, and Adrien looked like he wanted to melt into the floor.

The hulk of a man shook his head disapprovingly, "Marinette, you need to remember to respect Adrien's boundaries. Relationships are based on mutual respect, so I don't want to hear about you forcing yourself on him ever again."

The girl's jaw dropped, "What?" Sabine giggled, "You heard your father. Adrien is to be treated with respect." The teen model flushed anew, "Y-You're not mad at me?"

Tom snickered and clapped him on the back, "Not at all. I know you well enough to see that I can trust you to treat Marinette like a lady. It's Marinette that I have to worry about." "Hey!" the girl spluttered indignantly.

Adrien caught her eye, and she saw a glimmer of mischief there. She restrained herself from shoving him off the couch for teasing her, and settled for a mild glare.

"I really don't mind, kids. I do ask that you two try to avoid getting too cozy in Marinette's room. It's not proper, and you two are still young. I'd rather walk in on you kissing in the living room than have to worry that you're getting in over your heads upstairs," Mr. Dupain explained reasonably.

Marinette's face was the shade of a tomato, but Adrien simply nodded seriously, a side effect of being used to taking orders. Tom recognized this, and a bit of sympathy flashed in his eyes.

The large man smiled and ruffled his blond hair. "I'm glad she chose you, son." Adrien grinned, gazing at the pig-tailed girl adoringly, "Me too."

Mr. Dupain ambled back into the kitchen, leaving Sabine with the two flustered teenagers. She sat down in the spot beside the blond boy and gave him a conspiratorial look. "So how was your first kiss, dear? Besides being interrupted, of course," she asked, a downright diabolical grin on her face.

"Mama!" Marinette chided. Sabine turned to her daughter with a carefully innocent expression, "I was just asking my son about his life. He can talk to me about anything, you know."

Marinette rolled her eyes, "That definitely wasn't his first kiss, Mama." Adrien chuckled, rubbing the back of his head absentmindedly, "Actually, it was." Sabine smirked triumphantly, "See? A mother knows these things."

Whatever he expected Marinette's expression to look like in response to that information, he most certainly wasn't expecting guilt. He raised an eyebrow at her, to which she responded with a 'we'll talk about it later' look.

Sabine ignored this little exchange and pulled Adrien into a warm hug. "I told you I didn't think you had to worry," she whispered. He laughed and returned her embrace, "You were right."

Things went back to normal around the Dupain-Cheng household after Adrien and Marinette finally became a couple. The boy came over for several hours every day and resumed his previous role in their lives. He played video games with Tom, carried the groceries up for Sabine, and stayed for dinner every night.

When Tom and Sabine walked into the living room to see their daughter asleep on the couch, with her fingers buried in a snoozing Adrien's hair, they knew that their lives would only become more intertwined over time.

Sabine couldn't say she minded seeing more of Adrien; after all, he was most certainly going to be a great husband to her daughter, and a wonderful father to her grandchildren.

"Don't get too far ahead of yourself, Sabine," Tom warned, as if he'd been able to read her mind. After all these years, perhaps he truly could.

She draped a blanket over their sleeping forms and retreated from the room, looking toward the future with a knowing smile.