so i know its been forever, i couldn't get the sexy chapter right and then realized it wasn't fair to hold this back, especially now that we actually know Adrien's moms name so without further ado here you go!

xo moonbaby

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The phone rang.

Adrien jerked awake. He was warm and comfortable and wrapped in Marinette's arms. Her bedroom was dark, and everything was perfect except the loud blaring of the phone.

He felt Marinette stiffen beside him. She took a deep breath, holding Adrien for a beat, smelling him, before sitting up and stepping to the phone.

"Hello?" Her voice was groggy.

Adrien longed to have her back in bed with him, and to fall asleep again pressed against her soft skin.

She inhaled sharply. "Ok, be right there." She hung up the phone and took a deep breath, then let out a whoop.

"What's happening?" Adrien murmured, squinting when she switched on the light.

"The baby's coming!" Marinette jumped onto him and kissed his face, grinning. Just as quickly, she leapt up again, locating her jeans on the floor and pulling them on.

"The baby is…NOW?!" Adrien's eyes widened as understanding dawned on him. "Do we have time? Is everything ok?"

Marinette shrugged on Adrien's shirt and did the buttons. It was unfair how good she looked in it. She caught him looking and swatted his foot.

"Alya's water just broke, and we have to get her to the hospital, so get dressed!"

Adrien sprang to attention, almost falling as he tripped on the bed sheet he was tangled in. "Should we call an ambulance?" Adrien asked, realizing he didn't know anything about what was happening.

Marinette scoffed and tied up her hair. "Are you kidding? I drive way faster."

…..

The next thing he knew, they were in Tikki, and one screeching moment later they were in front of Alya's house. She was slowly making her way down the stairs, illuminated by the porch light. Nino had one of her hands, and they eased down to the driveway. Marinette ran to her, taking her other arm to help her to the car.

"There we go, Al, are you ok?" Marinette asked, petting her hair.

Alya smiled. "It's my third, you guys, I'm fine! You're both such fussy hens—nNNaaah!" her joke was interrupted as a contraction gripped her. She leaned on Nino and hissed as it subsided. "Whooo, ok. I'm good."

Adrien sprang to open the car door for them. Alya patted his arm absently.

"We'll be there soon, Al, you're doing great." Nino crooned to her, holding her shoulders in the backseat. She took deep breaths. Their love and excitement was palpable. Adrien's heart twinged at the sight of them.

Marinette's face was determined. She occasionally glanced back at them and smiled. Once, she caught Adrien's eye and grinned, then turned her attention back to the road. All he could do was grip the armrests for strength, unsure what he was so afraid of.

"You ok Adrien? You look a little green." Alya seemed to be doing fine, considering.

He gulped and tried to relax. "What?! Oh, no I just…this..is a, uh first, for m-me," he stammered.

Marinette, Nino, and Alya just laughed.

….

They arrived at a small hospital. Marinette ran in for a nurse and a wheelchair, and soon Alya and Nino were whisked away into the maternity ward, leaving Marinette and Adrien blinking in the fluorescent lights of the waiting room.

"What now?" Adrien asked softly.

Marinette shrugged. "Now we wait. It's not like the movies, babies take a long time to arrive." She touched his arm. "You want some coffee?"

Adrien's skin flushed where she touched him. She was tired, but so beautiful, so happy for Alya, and her hand lingered.

He smiled ruefully. "I don't have to make it, do I?"

She chuckled. "No, thank god. I'll be right back."

Adrien and Marinette sat beside each other, reading magazines and sipping bad coffee from styrofoam cups. At some point, they started holding hands. The hours ticked by, and grey light rose outside the windows as the morning slowly approached.

A nurse came to get Marinette. "Alya needs you, it's time!" she said brightly, and Marinette disappeared with a squeeze to Adrien's hand.

So he sat, alone in the waiting room of a small country hospital, waiting for a baby, too tired and dazed to sort through the feelings jumbling around in his stomach and heart.

….

"Adrien. Aaaadrien. Adrien!"

He jerked awake to find himself slouched in his chair. It took a moment to get his bearings, but Marinette's face was before him, her hand on rubbing his shoulder.

He squinted up at her. "Mm?" he said eloquently.

"She's here, Adrien, come meet her!" Marinette's face was creased with tiredness, but full of joy.

Adrien sat up. "She's here? A girl? And I—me?" He floundered to make sense.

"Yes, silly, Alya and Nino want you in there, come meet their daughter!" She tugged him to his feet and led him down the hall. He followed her dumbly, his heart thumping away in his chest. They reached the room and Marinette opened the door gently.

Alya sat up in bed with Nino beside her. Alya was exhausted but radiant, her hair damp with perspiration, while Nino glowed with pride. They were gazing at a small bundle, but looked up when Adrien and Marinette came in.

Nino beamed. "Adrien, come here, look!" He stood and gently took the swaddled infant from Alya, who sighed happily.

"Go." Marinette prodded him. Adrien stepped forward, his heart beating like crazy. He tried to protest but it stuck in his throat as Nino placed the baby into his arms.

"6 pounds 9 ounces," he said proudly. "Isn't she beautiful?"

Adrien looked down at the tiny thing in his arms. It's little pink face was creased and wrinkled under the striped hat. One hand, impossibly small and perfect, stuck out from the blankets. A rush of feeling overtook Adrien as he looked at her, and tears welled in his eyes.

"Emilie," he whispered.

She wrinkled her tiny nose just a touch, and he laughed- or was he crying? Adrien didn't know.

Marinette was beside him.

"What was that?" she asked gently.

Nino put an arm on his shoulder, and they all gazed down at her.

"Emilie," Adrien said, a little louder. "It's—it was—my mother's name."

The baby wrinkled her nose again and moved her teeny hand.

"I think you're right, my man," Nino said softly.

Adrien blinked away his tears and looked up at Alya, who smiled wide at him.

"Emilie," she said, looking at Nino.

Marinette's fingers were light on Adrien's shoulder. He sniffed and turned to let Marinette take her. "Emilie," she said. "It's lovely to meet you."

Adrien's chest was tight at the sight of Marinette rocking her in her arms, the newest thing he'd ever seen, in a room full of more love than he'd felt in his life. He swayed a little and quickly sat down.

Alya took Emilie back from Marinette and held her hand. "You two should get some rest. We're fine here." Marinette kissed Alya's forehead.

"I'm so proud of you, love," she said. "I'll be back in a few hours, ok? Come on, Adrien."

They went to the door.

"Oh, Marinette," Alya called out.

"Mm?" They paused in the doorway.

Alya's mouth curled up in a smirk. Despite hours of labor, she was as Alya as ever.

"Nice shirt."

Marinette and Adrien both turned bright red, and left without another word, as Alya and Nino laughed.

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