Day 31 Supernatural Creatures

Author's Note: CM: Well, we May-d it. 31 stories for 31 days in May! We've had so many supporters this month, and you guys have been amazing! This has been an absolute blast, and there is one person I could not have done this without. So, DearestMrIcarus, this one's for you. (Ha! Ep, you thought I was going to say you, didn't you!)

Ep: Ouch. Guess I'll hold on to this nice letter we got from Zag, welcoming us to the company…

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Yeah, I know the miraculous don't work like this, but humor me.

"You look beautiful Marinette." He said, circling her, looking at the dress she had designed herself. The most important one she'd ever made: her wedding dress.

"Thank you, Plagg. You look quite handsome yourself." She giggled at the kwami, who had, under protest, donned a tiny top hat and bright green bow tie at Tikki's insistence.

"I can't believe we're getting married in an hour! This is a dream come true." Marinette was glowing as she pictured her soon to be husband wearing the tuxedo that she had designed for him, black, with a green vest underneath. Today was the day that she would marry the man she had loved for so long. Adrien. Chat Noir. Her Kitty.

The ceremony was beautiful, and as Adrien and Marinette were dancing together at the reception, Plagg and Tikki did also. Together they giggled about how blind their chosen ones had been, and how happy they were that the pair were now joined together. Soulmates, now and forever.

Marinette lay on her side on the bed, uncomfortable, as everything was these days. It was 3am and she was wide awake, Tikki sleeping on the pillow beside her. Her husband was curled up next to her, one hand gently resting on her enlarged belly. Even their cats, Statler, a grey tabby and Waldorf, a white ball of fluff were snoring softly on Adrien's other side.

The only other one still awake was Plagg. She beckoned to the little kwami, and he flew over, laying next to her, letting Marinette scratch his head, something he never did when Adrien was looking. Purring softly, Plagg looked Marinette in the eyes. "Are you ready? Tomorrow's the big day. The doctor said she wouldn't let you stay pregnant past tomorrow. You are already over a week past your due date!"

Grinning at the little black kwami, Marinette replied, "In theory, we have everything we need, but in my head, I'm panicking. I have no idea how to do this! What if I'm a bad mom?"

"If you repeat this, I'll deny it." Said Plagg, dropping his voice even lower, "but I love having kids around. Those are my favorite times. Even if my Chat Noirs don't end up with Ladybug, having little kittens running around is fun, but when they belong to the pair of you… those kids are my favorites."

Marinette's eyes glinted, "So you mean they're a handful?" When Plagg nodded, she went on, "That's what I was afraid of!"

Plagg laughed and nuzzled up against her belly, purring. "You're not going to let me down, are you little one?"

She watched her husband playing on the floor with their three kids, Hugo, the oldest, was getting a little too old to think wrestling with a father dressed as a cat was cool, but for the sake of his younger brother Louis, and sister Emma, he would play along. Statler and Waldorf would pounce on any toes that would wiggle in their direction, much to the enjoyment of those getting pounced upon.

He was the handful that Plagg had promised. At 10, he was as handsome as his father, but he had his mother's eyes. 7-year-old Louis had his mother's dark hair and his father's green eyes, while 5 year old Emma was a carbon copy of her mother.

Tikki sat on Marinette's shoulder as she watched her family with a huge smile on her face. She had no idea how she was lucky enough that this was her life. Turning to her companion, she said, "I know that this isn't your first time to be with a Ladybug who has small children. Does it ever get old?"

Giggling, Tikki replied, "Of course! The kids always get older. Even kwamis can't stop time! But watching them? Watching a good father play with his children? Watching a loving mother tuck them into bed? No. That never gets old."

Glancing back over to the wrestling match, she caught her husband's eye as he stared at her adoringly, and she saw a little black kwami peeking out from her youngest's hair, laughing along with the rest of them.

"I can't believe they've all left me!" wailed Marinette as she sobbed into Adrien's shoulder. "Wasn't it just last week that we were changing Emma's diapers, and Hugo was complaining about Louis drawing on their bedroom wall? Now they're all off at university, or living out on their own, and our house is so quiet!"

Pulling his wife of nearly 30 years close to him, Adrien said, "It's just you and me, now, Bugaboo. That's how we started out, all those years ago. The four of us. You, me, Tikki and Plagg. Cheer up. The children aren't far, and they'll be back to visit us again on Sunday for dinner with your parents. I purromise you that they haven't disappeared. They know that we are always here for them and will be anytime they need something."

While he would never admit it out loud, Plagg agreed with Marinette. It was extremely quiet not having the kittens around. True, it also meant that nobody would be trying to take his cheese, but he definitely missed them.

He flew to Marinette's shoulder and nuzzled her cheek to show his support. "I can cataclysm something to liven things up if you'd like."

Laughing, Marinette shook her head at the little black cat, her mood lifted. "Thanks, Plagg. Not right now, but I'll let you know if things get that desperate."

"It's a boy! Louis and his wife Colette had a little baby boy! They named him Thomas after his great grandfather. I wish he was still around to see little Thomas. He would be so proud. Dad never did anything halfway, did he?" Marinette sighed. She was curled on the couch with Adrien; Tikki and Plagg settled close by.

"So, when do we go get to meet the new kitten?" Plagg asked. He had stopped trying to pretend that he didn't like babies years ago, and now claimed that he only liked babies because of the sheer variety of smells that they produced.

Adrien was all for transforming and running across town to meet their first grandchild, but Marinette cautioned him that the new family would likely want some time to themselves to start with. He deflated, and Marinette could practically see his kitty ears drooping, so she suggested they go out for a run, clear their minds, burn off some energy, then they could do some baking together so that Louis and Colette would have food for the first few weeks when they got back from the hospital, and wasn't that just the perfect excuse to go and visit them?

He immediately called for his transformation, and then Chat Noir, grandfather, turned and kissed his wife, pulling her close to him. "You are the most beautiful grandmother I've ever seen. Have I mentioned that I love you, Marinette?"

"I love you, too, Chat. Now and forever." Reaching up, she ran her fingers though his hair. "You're not so bad, either… for a grandpere." She grinned at him, before tugging him down by the bell, and kissing him, a lingering kiss that made them both smile.

The nurse left the room, and Plagg flew out from under the bed. "He's getting worse, isn't he? He doesn't even respond to 'Adrien' anymore. Not even when you say it."

Marinette smiled, tiredly. "He responds to Chat, though. He always did say that he was more himself as Chat Noir than he ever was as Adrien. I think that being here has been hardest on him. He's too old to transform, so the sweatshirt will have to do."

She looked over to her husband as he sat in his wheelchair. They'd just celebrated his 93rd birthday, surrounded by their kids, grand kids and great grandkids. Unfortunately, his mind was slipping, and he couldn't always stay in the present. What he remembered most were the times he'd spent as Chat Noir, and now always wore one of his black sweaters and a beanie with cat ears on it.

The care facility that they lived in was nice, they had their own room, and care whenever they needed it, but as was often the case with the black cat, his memory was fading, and he was living in the past. He regressed past the almost 70 years of marriage to his turbulent teen years, when they were superheroes saving Paris, and his cold, emotionally distant father was tormenting not only him, but all of Paris under the guise of Hawkmoth.

The nurses though that he was an adorable old man, and quite the gentleman. Plagg and Tikki were with them, now that they had moved to the retirement home, and they had promised to stay with them until they were needed elsewhere. They'd been together almost 80 years the four of them, and they could practically read each other's minds.

Adrien looked up at his wife, his once bright green eyes faded, but they still sparkled with happiness as he looked at her. "I love you, Bugaboo."

Tears stung her eyes as she looked back at him. "I love you too, Chat Noir. I always have, and I always will. I can't imagine my life without you."