Two days later, Marinette and Adrien were following Sabrina around the few houses that she had found.

"You have a tall order," she had explained. "This was the best I can do for now. If you wanted to expand the area, then I'll be happy to search for more houses. There was a really nice one in a different neighborhood."

"Let's just see these houses," Marinette had said. "Then we'll consider what to do."

Sabrina just gave them a hopeful smile.

Of course, that was before she left them disheartened.

Four houses: that was all she had found that fit their criteria. And for the first time, Marinette and Adrien were on the same page regarding every single house.

"No."

So, disappointed, Marinette and Adrien retreated back to the bakery where Sabine had kindly made them lunch.

"No luck?" she inquired.

"Unfortunately."

Sabine gave them a sympathetic look. "I know you two want a place to go right as your married, but these things take time."

"And we did get a bit of a late start on it," Marinette reluctantly admitted.

Adrien didn't want to agree, but there was no denying it. Instead, he took a bite of the meal to avoid saying a word.

Marinette noticed, though, if the way she rested a hand on his knee under the table was any indication.

"I'm sure you'll find the right house," Sabine said. "But maybe not until after your wedding."

Marinette gave an absent nod before her mother walked off.

Adrien sighed, mentally kicking himself in a way he was sadly accustomed to doing. "We should have started sooner."

"How were we to know?" Marinette softly countered. "We were busy with planning the wedding, anyway."

Adrien shrugged. "I just…" He reached over to grab her hand and looked her straight in the eyes. "I just want to be able to take you home after the wedding."

Marinette's heart softened, and she gave his hand a squeeze. "I know, but home is you, kitty. It doesn't matter to me if we have to spend some time in your apartment while we search for a house."

"It matters to me," Adrien quietly admitted.

"Why?" Marinette gently asked. "I don't care if we have to live somewhere while we find our perfect house. Most couples do that, you know."

"But we aren't most couples," Adrien argued. "And you deserve so much better. You deserve for me to take you to our own special place after the wedding. You deserve to be taken care of."

Marinette gave him a soft smile. "Adrien, you are taking care of me. So what is this really about?"

Adrien's cheeks took on a pink hue while his green gaze hit the table. "Maybe…" he started, covering their interlocked hands with his free one. "Maybe I don't want our wedding night to be in a hotel suite, or my 'bachelor pad', as Nino calls it. Maybe I want to take you to a place that's ours. Not yours or mine or some place we'll never see again." His cheeks remained pink as he found the courage to meet her gaze once again. "Maybe I want to hide you away somewhere sacred and safe for that night, and frankly, every night after."

Marinette knew that her cheeks were likely matching his in hue. "Kitty," she said, her voice soft. She raised a hand to cover his. "That night will be sacred for no other reason than it is ours."

He gave her a half-smile. "I can dream, can't I?"

She returned a warm smile of her own. "That you can."

That half-smile widened to a whole one as he leaned over, his eyes locked on her lips.

She wouldn't resist. Leaning forward, her eyes drifted shut just as their lips collided in something soft and tender, sweet and slow.

And interrupted by Adrien's phone going off.

Marinette mourned the loss of his kiss, but was intrigued when Adrien showed her the caller ID.

Sabrina.

And that was how, nearly an hour later, they found themselves standing in front of an admittedly very quaint house. The best part was that it was just a block away from Marinette's parents.

"Like I said over the phone," Sabrina said, pulling the key from the lockbox, "this house only has three bedrooms, however, the attic has a lot of potential."

Curious, Adrien and Marinette entered the house. Sabrina pointed to the box of blue shoe covers. Adrien took a pair to slip on while Marinette simply left her flats by the door.

As they walked through, they pointed out the things they did or didn't like. However, they quickly realized the things they disliked were all superficial: paint, tile, flooring. Nothing that they couldn't tolerate until it was fixed, and nothing that wouldn't be too horribly insufferable to change.

However…

"No matter how nice and spacious these rooms are," Marinette commented, "there are only three."

"That's the beauty of the attic," Sabrina said, waving her hands in an attempt to be mysterious. A giddy look returning to her face, she waved them onwards to the flight of stairs at the end of the second-story hallway that led upwards.

Though hesitant, Marinette and Adrien followed. Only to gape at the huge, albeit unfinished, attic.

"I know," Sabrina commented in a way that was scarily similar to Chloe. "The attic used to be a loft of sorts, but the previous owners discovered mold growing up here, so they ripped everything out, had it cleaned and never got the chance to remodel it. But, this place is huge. It's enough to split apart for two bedrooms. And since the stairs here are in the middle of the space, you have a definite split between the two rooms. They won't even have to share a wall. Or, you can have one bedroom here and have your office space just open on the other side. Or…you can think of some other way to organize it. But it's unused space with plenty of potential."

Adrien and Marinette exchanged a look before surveying the attic in an attempt to visualize it.

It wouldn't be for a long moment that Marinette would say, "that…could work."

Adrien slowly nodded in agreement. "It could. I'd say having the two bedrooms up here would be the best idea, then taking an office down on the second floor."

Sabrina pulled out a tape measure, allowing them to use it so as to measure out the space and divide it up like a cake.

"They'd be the same size as the bedrooms below," Marinette said, allowing the tape measure to roll back up with a snap. "A bit bigger, actually."

"And then at the end of the hall between the two rooms," Adrien added, "where there's extra space, could be a linen closet of sorts. Maybe a special rack to hang your fabric bolts so they aren't cluttering up the office downstairs."

Marinette nodded her agreement. "I like that. I also like that the kids will be upstairs for the most part. It will be their own space."

"So," Sabrina broke in, "I take it this house is promising?"

Adrien and Marinette shared a glance, and once again, they grinned as they realized they were on the same page. "Yes."

"Let's give it one last look," Adrien suggested. "I really want to take everything in."

Marinette easily relented. They spent another twenty minutes in the house, going through everything, debating even the smallest of details.

"We're sorry, Sabrina," Marinette eventually said. "We didn't mean to completely ignore you."

"Oh! No, no. No problem!" she dismissed with a wave of her hand. "I actually spent the time making a couple phone calls. You guys seemed very interested in this house, and I know from Chloe that you guys want to move before the wedding. You guys are cutting it close, by the way."

Adrien and Marinette cringed. "We know," Adrien admitted. "It's kind of last second, and we're likely setting our hopes too high, but you can't blame us for trying."

Sabrina's grin grew. "Which is why I made the call. Are you two seriously considering the house?"

The duo shared a look, one the held an entire conversation in the span of a few seconds.

"Actually," Marinette started, getting a large grin of confirmation from Adrien, "I think we want to put in an offer on this one."

Sabrina's eyes widened. "I knew it!" she cheered. "Well, then you're definitely going to like this news. As long as you keep quiet."

"Promise," Adrien said. "We're really good at keeping secrets."

Marinette just nodded, biting her lip to contain her laughter.

"So," Sabrina started, "this house is on the market as a result of a divorce. They want it sold quickly so they can each take their half and part ways as quickly as possible. You come in with a good bid and an all-cash offer, they'll likely want to close as quick as they can. And I promise you, I'll make sure this is done as fast and painlessly as possible."

Marinette's eyes widened, matching Adrien's surprise.

"So," Sabrina said, smirk on her face as she waved her phone in the air. "One word, and I'll put in your offer."

The couple shared one last look, one very familiar to both of them. One they'd shoot each other before launching a plan in the middle of a battle or starting a race during their patrol, and the look Adrien gave Marinette when he had proposed.

Are you ready?

They turned back to Sabrina, wearing matching grins and stealing confidence from each other with the way they squeezed each other's hand. "Do it."