This is one of the bittersweet goodbyes, but it had to come someday.

I hope to see you all in Ladynoir July.

Paris. A place made for people to fall in love with. Ladybug knew this most of all; at the tender age of nineteen, she had seen a lot, been through a lot, and done a lot in her short time on the planet.

But she wasn't alone in it all, and for that, she was grateful. She was grateful for her partner, for her family and friends, and for the peaceful city that she resided in.

As the years had turned, Hawkmoth had become less and less of an actual threat and then one day, just… disappeared without a trace. Both heroes kept glancing over their shoulders for weeks on end. But a month later, the butterfly and peacock miraculous mysteriously ended up on Master Fu's front doorstep and that was that. The weight on their shoulders was finally lifted.

Even with no immediate threat, Master Fu intrusted them with keeping their miraculous, and eventually, the Miracle box itself. Saying he wouldn't be around forever, and sadly, he had been right. He had passed peacefully only a few months later.

Ladybug would never admit it, but she never liked the perfectly matched time with Adrien's father actually building a relationship with his son, and Hawkmoth disappearing. It all lined up too well. But she didn't want to connect the two, and simply decided not to. As long as Hawkmoth stayed gone, then she would let everything be.

Seeing him happy, and having an actual relationship with his father, she could see a certain light in Adrien's eyes that she hardly ever saw. Who was she to take that away?

She felt guilty every now and then, sure, but she made her decision, and she was content with it.

She was happy, both she and Adrien were happy, and she just wanted it to stay that way. This, looking down at the vast city that they lived in, this was all she could ever want.

Being Ladybug had always come with its challengings, but over the years, as she grew into her role, finding that she loved it— and even more, the place she was called to protect.

As she and her partner were cuddled on top of the tower, with her head nuzzled in the crook of his neck. The city lights below provided enough warmth— even with how high up they were— to fight back the nippy nighttime winter air. The warm arm curled around her waist also brought its protection from the weather.

"Bugaboo." Her boyfriend's voice called, drawing her out of her thoughts. "What's playing on that beautiful mind of yours?"

She gave an airy laugh and snuggled closer. "Everything. How far we've come, what the future has in store for us. Just everything."

She felt his chest vibrate, from a pur or laughter, she wasn't quite sure, but it was contagious in the way the sound was just happy. Giddy, ecstatic, whatever one wanted to call it, and it was something she just wanted to soak up for the rest of her life.

"Actually," her partner drawled in a low tone that made her almost sleepy mood perk up." I wanted to know if you wanted to have a little race?"

That caused her to pull back from his sweet embrace and look at him with curiosity. "What? You wanna race now? I figured we'd be going home soon."

He shrugged, his emerald eyes holding something top secret within his iris, but she couldn't tell what exactly, but she could definitely see mischief dancing around in there. "I mean… if you're not up for the challenge…." He trailed off with a tease, the all too familiar smirk just daring her to take a chance.

She sighed, reluctantly giving in. "Okay, kitty. What'd you got?"

His grin was bigger than the city itself. "You know the rooftop where you first kissed me on? I heard there's supposed to be a meteor shower tonight and that's the best seat in town. If I win, we have to stay out there all night and watch. If you win, we leave whenever you want to. But we gotta hurry, it'll be starting soon. Look to the west."

"Okay." She smiled and scrambled to her feet, Chat doing the same. She looked to him as she positioned herself into a running stretch. "On three?"

He nodded.

"Okay. One….Two….three."

On the last count, they took off, like bullets shooting from a gun.

She took the lead, jumping from rooftop to rooftop, the wind practically slapping her face as she fought against its opposing direction of her route. The silence in the air was calming, and it was only broken by the sounds of the man child behind her, yelling out his excitement every now and then.

When her feet touched the ground— declaring her the winner, of course— her eyes immediately sought out the sky, locating the point of the meteor shower that should soon start if her boyfriend was right.

"Okay, hot stuff. Now where is this-"

She stopped mid sentence as she turned and saw something that immediately caused her heart to almost burst.

Because there, down on one knee with an open box and a ring nestled in it, was none other than Adrien Agreste. Her Adrien. Lacking his usual Chat Noir confidence and shaking like a leaf, but still hers.

His eyes were drowning in nerves, and if she looked hard enough, she could see the slight tremble in his lip and the shakiness in his hands, not to mention the little sweat that accumulated around his forehead, but he held firm in his actions.

The air was suddenly all too thin and she thought her lungs might actually collapse in her chest. Maybe she would pass out and fall off the side of the roof and Tikki might not realize that she was falling and detransform to see why her heart was beating so rapidly out of her chest and then-

Stop. Said a voice inside her head that sounded all too much like Tikki's.

Okay, okay, breathe.

At one point, Adrien still hadn't said anything, and she thought maybe he was gonna pass out.

But then, he spoke, his tone weak, but fully tender. "Marinette Dupain Cheng. This rooftop holds a lot for us. This.. this is where we first started, where everything first started. We didn't have the easiest love story," A little dry laugh escaped his lips. "But we have one of the most real ones. We were both so stubborn, dancing around each other the way we did, but in the end, we found each other. I continue to fall in love with you each and everyday— and in ways, I didn't expect to."

She cupped her hands to her mouth, letting the tears flow from her eyes, and he paused to catch his breath. She detransformed to drop to her knees in front of him, pressing her forehead against his.

He pressed on. "We've had so many obstacles thrown at us, but I'm thankful I had you by my side through it all. You are, without a doubt, my partner, the ying to my yang. My other half. My balance. Everything that I am is because you are apart of it, you're my home. Someone I find comfort, warmth, security, and everything in. So…" His tongue ran the length of his bottom lip as his eyes locked onto hers and raised the ring box closer. "Will you marry me?"

She threw her arms around his neck, smashing her lips against his and kissing him for all that she was worth, with everything that she had within her. She hardly pulled back an inch to answer him in a whisper.

"Yes."

"Good morning, France! This is Alya Lahiffe, here with the best update of the decade. Late last night, at 22:00, the Agreste fashion line officially has a new little heir to the throne! That's right, folks, you heard it here first. Adrien and Marinette Agreste have welcomed little Emma Agreste into the world. Both mother and child are doing wonderfully and are resting well."

She turned her camera to show the two parents fawning over the child being held in Gabriel's arms. Both smiling so heavily, that even though she couldn't hear it, Alya knew the whole city was lost at the cuteness of the newborn firmly grasping her grandfather's finger.

Turning the camera back to her, Alya cooed. "Isn't she the cutest little baby to have ever been born? I'm one proud aunt. Watch out, Paris. You're gonna have one heartbreaker on your hands."

"Hey!"

She shushed the new father. "Oh, shush, sunshine. No worries, I'm sure Ladybug and Chat Noir'll protect her. The most famous fashion designer's daughter and the most famous superheros, together, Pairs better know who the city belongs to." She turned to wink at the new parents, making sure to keep her face out of the shot. She turned back to her device. "Poor city will be under Emma's little pinkie in no time."

"Anyways, Ladybloggers. I think that's my cue to go. I need some extra snuggle time with my new favorite girl."

She moved, and stretched out her phone so that Chloe, Nino, Marinette, and everyone could be seen in the shot. "Until next time, citizens of Pairs. Bug out!"

Husbands thoughts:

I'm not crying, you're crying. Shut up! If Terry Cruise can full on man cry than so can I.

I'm both worried about my husband, and proud that I could do that to him.

Thank you, everyone, from the bottem of my heart. All the support, love, and revies this story has recoved is everything- I don't think I could ever tell you how much it all means. Lots of love! Until next time!