Hello everyone, I'm back with one more Miraculous story. So I decided to write a sequel to The Black Cat and The Princess. Hope you all like it...ohh small note, this story will be always be updated first on Miraculous and Miraculous fanfiction Aminos, so if you all want to read up ahead check it there...links on my bio

Chapter 1

It had been around a month since I had found out the real identity of Ladybug, it didn't go the way I had imagine. And I had only found out because she had gotten hurt. I had, not long after, find out that my mischievous kwami had known for quite some time who was behind Ladybug's mask. And that wasn't all, I also found out that she already knew my identity, and it had been my fault. Still she hadn't say a word about it. Now besides our own secret we had to keep each other's secret too.

For the first few days I had helped Marinette hiding the fact she was injured, we kept blaming all the weird situations, and pains she was feeling, on her still being sick. However, that wasn't what our friend Alya was interested in. Oh no, she wanted to know what had happen between us and how we were together now. We had a story planned already, since Marinette knew the way Alya would react. So, the story we were telling to Alya and everyone else, was that I had found Marinette during the attack and we had gotten stuck somewhere, and just after the attack I had taken Marinette to my house since she had gotten sicker and we were closer to my house. And well after that we got closer than before. But our wishes for her and Nino to just accept that and don't ask any more questions had fail, and fail big time.

"Come on man, tell me what else happen, your story is missing something." Nino asked.

"There's nothing more Nino." I said for the tenth time in a row.

"Then why neither me or Alya believe that? You are both hiding something." Nino commented.

"What do you want me to do? Tell you a lie just to make it a better story? Just ask Marinette." I told him. "Now can you go to the class?"

"You know Alya will find out the true sooner or, later right?" Nino warned.

"Well if she finds anything different from what we are saying you can come to me and tell me "I told you so". But what is so hard to believe on what we said, that happen?" I asked him.

"It's not that dude. We believe, Alya just feels that something is missing." Nino started to explain. "When you send her the message saying that Marinette was with you right after that attack, she started to suspect something. Especially when Marinette was supposed to be at home."

Great we had forgotten that small detail, after all Marinette had been sick and had missed school that day. I would have to know what she had told Alya about that small detail. I walked with Nino back to our classroom, Alya and Marinette were sitting on their sits and talking. As soon as Marinette saw me, I could see that she was asking me to intervene. I knew right the way that Alya as bombarding her with questions again, just like Nino was doing with me a few minutes ago.

I walked closer to her and before I said something I rest one of my hands on Marinette's shoulder to calm her down and reassure her that I was there for her.

"Alya, are you going on and on with your questioning again? You know that Marinette is still not completely recover, right?" I asked her.

"But, but I must know what you two aren't telling me. I mean we barely see Ladybug this last few fights, and I can't find a reason to why. So at least I want to know what you two aren't telling me." Alya complained. "It's the journalist in me. What do you want me to do?"

"Well, how about you let your best friend rest? And when she's all recover maybe you can try again. But I am telling there is nothing more to the story." I replied.

"I guess I could do that." Alya agreed still complaining.

"How do you feel Princess." I whispered to Marinette.

"Better, thank you for saving me." She replied.

"You are welcome." I said and kissed her forehead before going to my sit.

While I was going to my sit I noticed her face turning red, she still wasn't used to these small things, and I just loved her more for that. A couple of minutes later the class started and everyone had turned their attention to the teacher. The rest of the day went fine, there wasn't any attacks during the school time, which was good. No attack would be even better, Marinette was better now, but her wound wasn't completely healed yet, it should have been, but with the random attacks during these last weeks it didn't give her the chance to rest fully. When the classes finally ended I knew I had to go to a photoshoot, unfortunately Marinette couldn't join me since she needed to help her family with the bakery.

"Just make sure not to force yourself. And if there's any attack contact me first." I told her before I said goodbye.

"I know I know. Don't worry." She assured me.

"I will visit later, I'm sure Plagg will not stop bothering me to visit Tikki." I informed her.

"I just want to eat Marinette's delicious pastries with that delicious cheese." Plagg said under my shirt.

"I will have them ready for you." Marinette told him.

"You spoiled him too much." I said.

"Like you don't want the croissants and cookies that will be waiting for you." She said teasing me.

"Take that lover boy." Plagg mocked.

"Fine you both win, I will visit because of the delicious pastries waiting for me. But mostly because I want to see my Princess." I said defeated.

"I will see you later the Kitty." She said.

"Later Princess." I said and kissed her check before walking to the car waiting for me.

"Seriously, I still feel that there's something you two aren't telling me." I heard Alya commenting before I enter the car.

Hopefully Alya wouldn't start again with the questions. Since Marinette had to go home that probably wouldn't happen. My photoshoot went a little slower that I wished for, but when it was done I was ready to go back home. After all I did had plans for later. On my way back to the car I gave Plagg a piece of cheese. Even though he also wanted to go and visit Marinette I knew that he would complain about his cheese.