*rap music plays* Guess who's back, back again, inudigi's back, tell a friend.

*looks at how fanfiction has deleted all my documents except this one* well good thing i have the original files on my computer. wow, I've kinda fallen off the face of the world didn't I? *scratches back of head* sorry about that. i didn't mean to leave for so long, it kinda just happened.

alright, let's address some things:

1) this story isn't over. believe it or not, i have a beginning, middle and ending planned for this one.

2) I've read the story y'all were telling me about in the reviews. I thought it was alright. it defiantly inspired this fic, but that's about it. this story and that story are completely different.

3) I'm not well versed in french law... nor American law for that matter. but, my best friend had to get a paternity test done on her son and her ex to prove he was his (he's clearly his. boy looks just like the jerk that cheated on her, but i digress). i think a judge ordered it because they were in court... y'all pray for my best friend and her husband. they're going through a lot of crap right now. mostly caused by her mother and her ex... but his ex is also a pain. good news is that best friend and her husband have a beautiful blended family and just welcomed a boy into this world a couple weeks ago. He's a sweet chill little angel.

4) I'm not giving up writing. i love it too much... in fact I've been working on my own original story that i hope to get published someday. It's about a girl who finds out she's royalty and a dragon.

enjoy! review please.

~inudigifan201

Ch, 2. Adrien's little bugs

Chat held up the flowers and gave her a warm smile. "Hey princess."

Marinette rolled her eyes. "You figured it out."

He shrugged. "Well, it wasn't hard. Just look for the cute, amazing woman with an equally adorable set of twins. That, and I watched you pick up the kids from a tree."

"I knew it." She crossed her arms.

"So I talked to my dad…" Chat began.

"We also talked about the kids not seeing you." She pouted.

"I can move back if I can prove the kids are mine." He continued and held the flowers up again.

She took the bouquet. "Trust me, they're yours."

He beamed. "I know."

She gave him a small smile, but quickly hid it with the flowers.

He sighed and his smile faded. "But my father won't take our word. He wants a paternity test."

She shrugged. "Alright." She then turned around and walked back into the kitchen to finish dinner and put the roses in a vase.

"I'll pay for it and everything… wait did you say alright?" He became confused.

"It will only prove what we already know. You're their father." She scrapped the veggies she was cutting into the stir-fry she was making.

"I honestly thought you'd fight me on it." He walked in and pulled up a chair from a small table in the corner of the room.

She sighed. "You want to be in their lives, I'm not going to keep you from them. And you're making an effort to stay." She began to tear up. "You just found out about them yesterday. How do you even know if you're going to love them?"

He gave her a warm smile. "I fell in love with you the moment we met. How are my kids any different?" He stood up and wiped the tears from her eyes. "Maybe I'm an idoit who just wants a real family again." He pushed a few stray hairs out of her face. "By the way, I like the hair down look." He blushed.

She blushed profusely. "Stop that." She grabbed his hand, spun him around and held his arm to his back.

He chuckled. "You haven't changed a bit princess; I see that wall you built when we were teens is back up."

She proudly smiled. "It has to be. For my kids."

He sighed. "You let it down when we were dating."

"I put it right back up when you left." A sniffle betrayed her emotions.

"You know I didn't want to. I didn't have a choice."

"You could have fought it." Her voice cracked. She let go of his arm and went back to the stir-fry, trying to hide her tears.

He sighed and slumped back down into his chair.

"You need to leave." She sniffled.

"But I…" he stood up in protest.

"The kids movie is almost over and they're going to come running and begging to me to replay it. They can't see you." She explained.

"Fine." He bit back the hurt. "I'll see you later then." With that he was out the door and had vanished into the night.

"Mommy!" Emma called first. "Our movie went off."

"It's time for dinner anyway." Marinette called back as she gave the food one last stir. "Go sit at the table."

"Can we watch it again after dinner?" Louis walked into the kitchen.

"After dinner we need to get ready for bed." Marinette smiled, hoping she could appear normal.

"Mommy did you cry?" Emma held her brother's hand.

Yep, she failed.

Adrien flopped onto his bed in the hotel room and screamed into his pillow.

Plagg ate a whole wheel of camembert in one bite. "I'm proud of you kid."

Adrien snapped and gaped at the Kwami. "You can talk!"

Plagg rolled his eyes. "Pretty sure we already established that a long time ago."

Adrien rolled his own eyes. "I know you can talk, but why haven't you been talking? You kinda turned into a normal cat for a while."

"Didn't have much to talk about. You didn't talk much either." Plagg licked his paws. "You pretty much stewed in your own head for the past 3 years." He then began to bathe himself like a real cat. "There was nothing I could say that would have made you feel better. I could have told you Marinette and Ladybug were the same person, but that would have only made you feel worse. I knew there was no point in arguing when you wanted to transform at night and run around the city being a solo vigilante. I could have said a lot of things, but nothing would have helped."

Adrien sniffled, holding back his tears. "But you didn't have to stop talking."

Plagg sighed. "Yeah, I'm sorry."

Adrien rubbed his eyes. "I'm just glad you're not mad at me."

Plagg gave him a small smile and nuzzled his cheek. "I could never be mad at you kid."

Adrien smiled wide and held him while rubbing his head with his thumb.

The air was thick as Adrien helped Nino tie his tie the next day.

Nino smiled wide. "Thanks bro."

Adrien gave his best friend a warm smile. "No problem."

Nino loosened the caller of his dress shirt before he put on his jacket. "dude I'm sweating buckets and I probably smell awful." Nino's smile quickly faded.

"You'll be fine. Alya's not going to care." Adrien handed him some deodorant. "But here just in case."

Nino's smile returned. "Bro!" he quickly uncapped it and applied it under his shirt.

Adrien fixed his own tie as he gazed at himself in the mirror.

"How's New York?" Nino fixed his own suit.

"Lonely like homeschool." Adrien shrugged on his jacket. "But, I'm hoping to come home very soon."

"Bro!" Nino held up a fist. "That would be awesome."

Adrien smiled as he bumped his friend's fist. "Yeah."

Nino's smile wavered. "How did you convince your dad to let you come home?"

Adrien noticed a hair was out of place on his head, licked his thumb and smoothed it back into place. Unfortunately, it fell back to where it had been before. With a dejected sigh he looked back at his best friend who never had a bad hair day, considering Nino went to the barber every week to get a trim.

Adrien noticed something else, as teenagers, He was taller than Nino. But, while he was away, Nino had surpassed him by at least an inch or two. They were both still pretty tall so an inch or two really shouldn't have mattered. But the fact that Adrien was dwelling on it made him chuckled a little.

"Dude, when did you get taller than me?" Adrien smiled wide.

Nino rolled his eyes with a smile as he crossed his arms. "Don't try to change the subject bro."

With a sigh Adrien scratched the back of his neck. "it's… hey wait a minute!" he crossed his arms and model pouted. "How come whenever we talked on the phone you never mentioned Marinette had kids?"

Stunned, Nino shrugged. "Wasn't my news to tell bro."

Adrien deflated. "Oh, ok. Fair enough." He shrugged himself. "My excuse to come back home is messy and convoluted. Maybe it will make more sense by the time you and Alya get back from your honeymoon." He smoothed out his suit that he normally wore on Tuesdays.

Normally he paired this suit with a bold red tie and a matching immaculate handkerchief. But today… today it was orange, Alya's favorite color. The whole wedding party was wearing the color. He caught glimpse of a blonde bride's maid he didn't recognize, and her dress's color was a deeper more vibrant blood orange than his tie which was more of a tangerine. Nino's tie and handkerchief were a pure orange.

He chuckled to himself. "Think this wedding has enough orange?"

Nino smiled shyly and rubbed the back of his neck. "Alya told me Mari has everyone color coordinated." He pointed to his tie. "Alya is going to have this color somewhere on her." He then pointed to his best friend's tie. "You and Marinette are going to match because you're my best man and she's the maid of honor." He then shrugged. "Kim and Alex match, Max and Rose match, Luka and Juleka match…" He counted the wedding party on his fingers.

Adrien raised an eyebrow and interrupted. "Why are Juleka and Luka walking together? They're brother and sister."

Nino shrugged. "Because Rose is a bride's maid."

"Oh. Makes sense." Adrien nodded.

Nino smiled. "Anyway you get the picture."

"Are the twins part of the wedding?" Adrien asked remembering their formal attire that didn't fit the orange theme.

"Ring bearer and flower girl." Nino smiled and shrugged. "Their color is a blush orange." He sighed dejectedly. "I really don't want to think about how many shades of orange there are."

Adrien chuckled. "I bet."

Nino took a deep breath and puffed out his chest before he exhaled. "Can I just get married now; this waiting is killing me."

Adrien adjusted Nino's tie. "You'll be fine."

Nino rolled his eyes. "You've never been married."

Adrien pouted. "True, but neither have you."

The door burst open and in walked a stern looking woman in a black pencil skirt suit with an orange flower pinned to her lapel holding a clip board.

She flipped some papers on her clip board and looked up at Nino with an icy gaze. "Groom you are 2 minutes behind schedule. Please tell me you are not getting cold feet."

"No ma'am." Nino stiffened and stood up straight.

She let the papers fall back onto her clipboard. "Good." She exited the room. "You're late and everyone is waiting on you."

Nino waited until she was out of earshot and let out a breath he had been holding in. He looked back at Adrien. "Madam Lerona, the wedding planner, gives me the heebie geebies. But, she was highly reviewed, so Al hired her."

Adrien nodded and mouthed an "Oh".

The small church where the wedding was being held was covered in the same flowers that the wedding planner had on her collar. Adrien could pick out a few faces he recognized in the guests as he waited to march in.

Behind him he heard someone taking a deep breath. He gazed back and found Marinette. Nino wasn't lying when he said he and Marinette would be matching.

Her dress was simple but was very elegant. He glanced and found the other bride's maids were all sporting the same style dress. They all looked pretty, but Marinette glowed.

Her hair was in a bun, like the others, and the same orange flower was nestled into her raven locks. The dress was an off the shoulder type with lace sleeves. The skirt draped down almost to the floor, but you could still see the matching shoes.

She held up her arm for him to take. "Ready for the most important day in our best friend's lives?"

He just continued to stare at her in awe. How could it be possible for her to look so beautiful after raising two babies on her own?

Her smile faded into a look of annoyance. "Adrien, are you going to walk me down the aisle or not?" her arm fell to her side as she balled a loose fist with her other hand and placed it on her hip. "yeah I know the dress is ugly, but I didn't pick the color scheme."

"The dress is beautiful on you. You're beautiful. The twins' father was an idiot for leaving you." He blushed with a smile meaning every word. He felt like the biggest idiot in the world for leaving her.

She gasped, blushed, and rubbed her arms. "He said he didn't have a choice, but he's back and wants to be part of our lives again. He's never lied to me, so I trust him."

He gave her a knowing nod and held out his arm for her to lock with so they could walk down the aisle. She smiled and the doors to the chapel opened revealing friends, family and a whole lot of people they had never met. They walked behind Nino and Alya's mother to the rhythm of the organ playing.

Nino showed Alya's mother to her seat and she gave him a kiss on his cheek as a sign of her approval before she sat down next to her other daughters.

The groom's men and bride's maids got into position, silence fell over the church, then the organist began playing another tune.

The doors opened and Louis walked in holding a small pillow cradling a set of rings, concentrating on not tripping over his own two feet. Right behind him was Emma haphazardly tossing orange rose petals all over the place and a few guests. Lou gave Nino a fist bump and stood between him and Adrien. Em ran out of petals and ran to hold her mother's hand.

The congregation stood up as the key changed in the song as Alya and her dad marched in.

Alya must have been wearing contacts because her glasses were nowhere to be seen and she wasn't squinting to see.

Nino began to tear up.

"You're a lucky man bro." Adrien handed him a tissue.

"I know." Nino tried very hard to not show he was crying.

Alya's dad let go of her when they got to the alter and gave her a kiss on her forehead. He then sat down next to his wife whom was holding a box of tissues for him. He let his tears flow and blew his nose.

"We gather here today to join this man and woman together in marriage. If anyone objects to this union, speak now or forever hold your peace." The minster began the ceremony.

Another silence fell over the people, only a stray cough was heard from an old relative in the back with poor timing.

"Well then, let's begin." The minister looked back at his book.

Adrien didn't pay any attention to the ceremony. He was preoccupied with watching Emma twirl around and play with her dress. Marinette held the tot's hand, but Emma was still all over the place. Louis stood stiff as a bored in front of him, afraid to move, lest he drop the rings.

It amazed him how much the twins were like him and Mari. At that age, Adrien was like Emma, full of energy and all over the place. He guessed Mari instilled a sense of responsibility in Louis.

Next thing Adrien knew was Alya and Nino sharing their first kiss as a married couple and the reception just seemed to appear in front of him. He wasn't sure how much time had passed, but dinner was now in front of him.

"And now time for the best man's speech." The DJ of the party handed him a microphone. He gulped his chicken dinner down and stood up from his seat.

He blushed and adjusted his collar. He practiced this on the flight over. "I met Alya and Nino on my first ever day of school. I thought they were both cool, and still do."

Nino raised a glass of wine. "You're cool too bro." He then pulled his new wife closer to him. She rolled her eyes and rested her head on his chest.

Adrien smiled. "It's hard to believe I tried to help set him up with her best friend, but I'm glad these two crazy kids got together instead."

Marinette coughed as she took a sip of wine when he said that. Adrien was there that day at the zoo?

"I can't imagine either of them ending up with anyone else. They're just purrrfect for each other." Adrien chuckled.

Marinette snapped her head over to look at Adrien better. Did he just make a cat pun?!

Adrien raised his wine glass. "To Alya and Nino!"

"To Alya and Nino!" The whole room cheered.

Marinette gulped down the rest of her wine. Was Adrien Chat Noir? That was impossible right?

She looked over and saw Louis sitting in Nino's lap next to Adrien. The resemblance between her son and former, yet reemerging, crush were undeniable, unmistakable… uncanny. How did she not notice before?

She then took a good hard look at Adrien. His smile, his mannerisms, his… everything screamed Chat. How did she not notice before?

It all made sense now. Chat WAS Adrien. His controlling dad, his want and need of affection and family, how he spoke like he was an adult when they were teens, how Chat seemed to always be posing as if he was on the cover of a magazine (because he was on magazine covers)… THE FEATHER ALLERGY! It all just clicked in her mind. She rejected Adrien FOR Adrien and he rejected her FOR her.

Her eyes twitched as she grabbed a full glass of wine from one of the server's trays. They must have been made for each other. She tossed back that glass, but the feeling of pure stupidity didn't go away.