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The Cat's Out of the Bag

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Marinette jostled the key in the lock again. And just like the other five times she'd tried, nothing happened. She huffed and turned back to the man behind her, who was balancing two boxes in his arms, and one on his knee.

"Are you sure these are the right keys? None of them are working, Adrien!"

Adrien shifted against the step he was using to balance himself, "I'm sure the keys are fine, love. But are you even putting them in the right way?"

"What do you mean 'the right way'?  Putting them in a different way is not going to solve our problems." Even as she switched them around and did as he said. "It just doesn't-"

A resounding click stopped whatever rant she was beginning, and the door swung open. Marinette stood gaping in the doorway for a moment, before turning back to Adrien.

"I uh... I think you were right."

He chuckled. "It would appear that way, wouldn't it Princess?"

She narrowed her eyes at the nickname, and Adrien couldn't help the little jolt that went through him. He and Marinette had been dating for close to four and a half years, and every time he went to tell her about his double life as a masked superhero gallivanting around Paris, his throat choked up. And as time crept on, without him saying anything, he knew with increasing certainty that she was never going to forgive him.

But he couldn't prolong it any further. They were finally moving in together, something he'd been looking forward to for months. Of course, this meant that the whole situation of his secret identity would be much harder to explain when they were living in the same apartment. Shaking his head slightly, he walked into the apartment before Marinette could comment on his strange behaviour.

Marinette was walking around the empty living space, just staring off into space as a soft smile lit up her features.

"It's so much better now that it's actually ours." She murmured.

Adrien walked over to her side, placing a gentle hand on her hip. "I still can't believe you agreed to move in with me."

She spun around to face him. "Are you kidding? Of course I was going to agree, I've wanted this for months! Now come on, let's look at the rooms!"

He let go of her with a startled laugh and watched as she ran into another room. 

He had to tell her.It had to be today, and he couldn't lose his nerve this time. Every day he waited, he risked more and more. 

He just hoped the repercussions wouldn't be too serious. 

As he went to call his girlfriend over, he realised he hadn't actually planned on how to break the news. Should he transform in front of her? Say so many cat puns that she would just have to know it was him? Call her Princess, or even Purrincess? Adrien had no idea. And his faulty planning was going to ruin everything. The love of his life was going to leave him, hate him, never want to see him again. And there was nothing he could do about it. What had he gotten himself into? This was a bad idea. This was-

"Adrien?" 

Marinette's concerned voice broke him away from his internal ramblings.

His gaze flit up to her, and immediately noticed her hunched posture, and fleeting eyes. She didn't look him in the eyes for more than a moment, before looking at the ground and shifting.

Oh god. She knew already. She had to have figured it out.

"Uh, Marinette? Are you okay?"

She looked at him properly this time, panic in her eyes. Now what could have caused that? 

"I'm fine! Perfect actually! Absolutely peachy! Nothing different about me at all!" She chuckled awkwardly. "I was actually just wondering if you were okay. You... kind of drifted off just before. I came back and you were staring at the ground, looking really panicked. Are you okay?"

Shit. She'd noticed that. Oh well, now was as good a time as any.

"Yes, I'm fine, Marinette. Actually-"

She cut him off as soon as she heard his affirmation.

"Wonderful! Because there's this room that I think would work really well as a nursery, do you want to come see?"

Nursery? Why would they need a nursery?

"We don't need a nursery, my love. We don't have-"

His eyes wandered down to where her hand was resting protectively over her abdomen.

Oh.

Oh.

He felt a grin stretch impossibly wide over his face.

"Are we having kittens?"

The smile fell from his face as he realised what he'd just said.

Marinette was looking at him, brows furrowed.

"Kittens? Really Adrien? I know you have a nearly unhealthy obsession with cats, but kittens?"

He began to scramble for an explanation, when he remembered he was supposed to be telling her his secret today. But the news that his girlfriend was pregnant made his brain short-circuit.

"Well yeah, though I don't know how that actually works, because I've never seen a cat mate with a human before, but I would assume the offspring would be called kittens."

Marinette was looking at him as if he'd grown two heads. The rational part of his brain told him to stop talking before he dug himself an even deeper hole, but he couldn't help himself.

"Imagine, I'll be able to protect you and our kitten so much better because I'm Chat Noir, and-"

He slapped a hand over his mouth and stared wide-eyed at Marinette, only just realising what he'd said.

"Did you just..." Marinette's voice was shaking.

Well. There was no backing out now.

"I, uh, wasn't really going to tell you like this, but yeah. I'm Chat Noir. Model by day, hero by night." He said, laughing awkwardly.

Marinette did the complete opposite of what he'd thought she'd do. She walked up to him and ruffled his hair, before standing back.

"Wow, it's crazy how a Kwami can make you miss even the most obvious signs. The hair, the eyes, the body. It all makes so much sense!"

Adrien's brain only latched on one word. Kwami.

"Marinette." He said slowly. "How do you know what a Kwami is?"

She glanced at him sheepishly. "You're not the only one keeping secrets."

He didn't get a chance to ask her what she meant, before she smirked at him and dropped into a curtsy.

"Ladybug at your service, Chaton."