A/N - Emma is around 15 in this chapter, Marinette's canon age. It's set after Hawkmoth is defeated in the future, and they have given back the miraculouses. And also, hope you all have enjoyed the journey as much as I have, look forward to writing my other stories now. Can't believe it's over now. This is officially the first fanfiction I have finished haha. Well anyways, enjoy this magical time skip, and I'll see you all around!
Emma Agreste sat in her room admiring the many photos of Liam Jackson she had stuck to her wall. Why did a human being have to so god damn flawless? His chestnut brown hair was constantly windswept and wild, and he had the most beautiful and adventurous blue eyes. He was nice and smart and everything a girl could ever want in a guy. Her friends had been teasing her for ages about how she couldn't muster up the courage to talk to him properly, and it was beginning to eat away at her. It wasnt her fault she was too scared to form a coherent sentence around him. It was his for being so good looking. She sighed, long and deep, collapsing onto her bed in defeat.
"Emma? Are you in here?" Her mother's voice called from the hallway.
In a sense of panic, she raced to put the cork board back over Liam's pictures. But her door opened before she could finish doing so.
"Ah, there you are, could you come downstairs and help me clean up after Hugo? Your brother is not great at tidying up after himself, and I can't bend over very well at the moment-" A blue haired woman with sapphire eyes stood in the doorway. She wore a large pink maternity dress that cascaded down her body and over a huge bump that poked through the middle.
The blue haired woman paused and looked at her daughter and the cork board. "What are you doing, young lady?" She inquired, raising a single eyebrow.
The girl cringed internally before removing the board and placing it next to her desk. She watched as her mother glanced up towards the many pictures that covered almost every inch of that part of the wall.
"Before you ask, mum, I'm just going to say that this is perfectly normal I swear!" She managed even though the mortification was making her turn a bright tinge of red.
Marinette laughed. "It's not the worst thing you could be doing at your age."
Emma looked down at her feet timidly, avoiding the gaze of her mother.
"Come on sweetie, sit down. Let's have a chat." She walked over to the girl's bed and sat down beside her. Emma straightened up and tried to avoid eye contact. Her mother however, simply offered a warm smile. "He's cute," she continued, "what's his name?"
"Liam," the girl mumbled.
"I'm guessing you like him a lot?"
"Yeah..." Emma went quiet.
"You know you can talk to me about anything, especially boys, I am your mother after all. I'm supposed to help you with matters like these," the blue haired woman giggled, and then became more serious as her daughter glared at her.
"You wouldn't understand, Mum," she crossed her arms and looked out of the window.
Marinette giggled to herself, I could tell you stories, she thought. "I've been there too, it happens to a lot of us, you know."
There were footsteps up the hallway, and a blonde haired green eyed man walked in, tailed closely by a blue haired boy no older than ten. His little innocent eyes resembled those of his fathers.
"What's going on in here?" Adrien questioned the two girls sitting on the bed together, as he leant gently on the doorframe.
"Emma is having boy troubles."
"MUM!" Emma growled.
Both of the adults giggled. The little boy stood in silence, watching curiously.
"Hugo, get out of my room!" The girl yelled.
"Now, now," Adrien scolded, "be nice to your brother, you should be thankful you have one."
Adrien glanced over to his beautiful wife, and could see she wanted nothing more than for their children to get along, what with another on the way. Her hands rested on her large stomach, and he couldn't help but stare longingly at her. He often did so, and wondered how he had gotten so lucky, how fate had brought them together. He was thankful for the family they had created together, and would continue to grow over time.
"Emma, you've heard the story of how your father and I got together, haven't you?" Marinette smiled at her daughter once more.
"Only a billion times," she retorted.
"I'm sure you haven't heard everything," Adrien added with a smirk.
The family all sat down on the bed together, huddling in close around the blue haired woman as she spoke.
"Listen carefully, I'm going to tell you a tale, a miraculous tale of Ladybug and Cat Noir..."