"I really must catch up with your father again. It's been far too long." The costume designer prattled on as he wrote down Gabriel's contact details.

"I'll let him know I met you." Adrien said absentmindedly as he slid on his overcoat. The designer kept prattling on, but Adrien wasn't really listening, his mind was still outside in the dressing rooms where he had left Marinette with Anya. He still had an uneasy feeling and was anxious to get back out to Marinette.

"...you know your father was quite the visionary when we were studying together. He designed the most amazing costumes for the university theatre. Really off the wall kind of stuff. I thought he might have gone into it professionally, but then he met your mother and the rest as they say was history. How is she by the way?" Adrien looked at the designer in stunned silence.

"My...my mother?" He eventually asked. The designer looked at him confused and Adrien realised the man didn't know. "She...she passed away some time ago. My father recently remained and had another son."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I hadn't heard." The man replied embarrassed. "I guess my life has become the ballet and I don't get out much anymore." Adrien gave him a kind smile.

"It's fine, don't worry about it. Nathalie is great and my little brother, Edmond, is a real light in everyone's life."

The two men suddenly had their attention diverted by a scuffling sound and rushing footsteps. Nadja Chamack's photographer burst in through the door and relayed what he had overheard of Anya's conversation with Marinette. Adrien practically turned ghost white and dashed out the door to see everyone looking towards where the open back door was, Marinette's shawl on the floor. Adrien looked around frantically and found Anya with a surprised look on her face. The blonde approached her and grabbed Anya's arm.

"What did you do to her?" He said, kicking himself for leaving Marinette with her. Anya never had been the nicest person, even when they were kids. She was always training and under her mother's harsh coaching, not having many friends. She reminded him a lot of Chloé in many ways. When Chloé started to mature more Adrien thought perhaps Anya may have done the same, especially after being made Prima Ballerina. He should have known better.

"I didn't think she'd run." Anya tried to defend herself with. "But if she can't handle some home truths, then she doesn't deserve to be with someone like you."

Adrien took a step back. "Truths? What is wrong with you Anya? I haven't heard from you in two years and you just waltz in here thinking you have some kind of claim on me? Marinette isn't just some random girl I picked up off the street. She's my best friend, we have a history together, she's...she's the better part of me." Anya started to become defensive.

"But Adrien, you dance with me at Chloé's 18th. You, you smiled and...and I thought we had a connection." Adrien slapped his hand to his forehead. This could not be happening, not when the girl of his dreams had finally become his girlfriend.

"I dance with a lot of girls, Anya, it comes with the territory. You should know that. It doesn't mean anything. I love Marinette, even then, but I didn't think I was good enough for her." Anya looked at him with wide eyes. He didn't think he was enough for her? Had she really misread the girl that badly? But then again, what did she even know of her? All she really knew was that Chloé said he was interested in someone else and she immediately saw green. An unfamiliar sensation ran through Anya at that moment, guilt. She folded her arms across her chest and looked at the ground.

"I...I didn't mean to make her leave. I just wanted to try and make her jealous." Adrien glared at her and Anya let out a defeated sigh. "I guess I was the one that was jealous."

Adrien approached her, his countenance softer. "You don't need to be jealous, Anya. I remember a wide eyed girl that Chloé and I spent a summer with all those years ago, teaching her French? A girl that dreamed of being a star, of the world at her feet. Everyone has a right to dream Anya, to believe, to follow that star. That's what Marinette is to me."

Anya lifted her eyes to Adrien's kind gaze. Perhaps in a way that was what she had been looking for, that soft place to fall. The strain of her years in the ballet had begun to weigh down on her. It was simpler times back then and maybe she was looking at the memories through rose coloured glasses. Deep down, Anya knew she had no right to tarnish others with the brush she chosen. "Then, you better go after her." She said in a smaller voice. Adrien gave her a friendly squeeze of her arm and ran out the way Marinette had left.

He stood out on the street looking both ways. It was getting closer to midnight and the streets were all but deserted with Parisians tucked up warm in their beds. "Where could she be Plagg?" He said in frustration. The black Kwami looked equally concerned, pinning his ears against the cold as he poked his head out of Adrien's coat.

"She's not far." Plagg suddenly said. "I feel Tikki so she can't be far away."

Adrien picked up his pace, running across the park and gardens near the theatre. It was dimly lit, and his night vision may have made things easier, but he didn't want to risk transforming in the open in case someone was still floating around. He would have to rely on Plagg's eyes tonight. Adrien was about to change direction when Plagg stopped him. Twitching his ears, the black cat could hear the soft sounds of crying. "That way." He pointed with a paw towards a small bridge over the river and Adrien could see a figure standing in the growing mist.

Marinette stood in the middle of the bridge and looked out over the still water, mist starting to gather on the surface and around her feet. Why did she have to be such a coward when it came to what really mattered most to her? She loved Adrien with all her heart, and at the first test she crumbled. Now she had really gone and embarrassed Adrien by running away. By morning she would be the laughing stock of Paris. Adrien's father will return, and Adrien and Edmond will be gone. Her little bubble of happiness burst. She huddled in on herself against the cold. Some Christmas this was turning out to be.

"Marinette." The bluenette froze still, her long dark hair the only thing moving in the breeze. She didn't dare move in case it was only her mind playing tricks on her. Surely he wouldn't have come looking for her, surely..."Marinette, it's me." She heard again, and this time she turned her eyes towards the voice.

"Adrien." She murmured softly. He was approaching her quickly, already shrugging off his overcoat before wrapping it around her shoulders.

"M'lady you're freezing." He said, rubbing her arms to warm her. She could hardly hold back her tears at the nickname he had always called her.

"Adrien I..." But the blonde hushed her gently.

"I know what happened, and Anya knows she had no right to say any of those things to you, but why did you run away, Bug?"

Marinette turned away from him, leaning against the rail and looking back out at the water. She felt the weight in her shoulder bag shift and knew Plagg had gone in there to be with Tikki. "She was right." Marinette said quietly. "I don't have great wealth and I don't have great confidence. I'll just bring you down." She held up her wrist and looked at the charms on her bracelet. "Ladybug is confident because she is behind a mask. No one asks where she is from, or how much she is worth, but underneath all that, it's just me."

Adrien was standing behind her, but he didn't need to see her face to know there were tears staining it. It broke his heart to see her cry, to see his lady doubt herself like this. Gently he placed his hands on her upper arms and rested his cheek against the back of her head.

"Your wrong Mari." He said softly. "Because your wealth is measured in the size of your heart, that is open to shelter all those who need it. A heart open enough to let this stray cat in and give him something he had yearned for a long time, your love. Your confidence doesn't come from the mask you wear, but from your self belief that what you say and do are right and just. People listen to Ladybug because she represents that, but only a few lucky people get to see the same thing behind the mask." Carefully he turned her around to face him. Her eyes were still down cast. Adrien hooked his finger under her chin and guided her to look up at him. Her bluebell eyes were glistening in the low light. "And no one will be asking who you are or what you are worth because they will all know that you are Marinette Dupain-Cheng, the love of my life, and you are priceless." He leaned forward and pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead. "I love you Marinette, with or without the mask."

"I'm so sorry Adrien." She said weakly, not wanting to cry again. "I should have known you better than that. I let my insecurities get the better of me and I convinced myself you only really loved Ladybug." He rubbed his thumb against her cheek.

"No, it was my fault really. I thought I was being clever by breaking you present into two parts, but I think that was misleading. Luckily, I happened to bring this with me tonight." Marinette looked at him curiously when he pulled out a small black box and handed it to her. She gasped softly and Adrien had to chuckle. "Don't worry, it's not a ring. Not yet anyway." Adrien claimed a small victory at the blush that spread across her cheeks at that.

Marinette opened the box and found three more charms in rose gold. Adrien picked out the first charm, a small umbrella and attached to the bracelet. "Before I started at public school, I only really knew Chloé. I never had friends. This charm represents the day you forgave me for being the stupid rich kid in the class and became my friend, something that meant more to me than you could ever know. I'm so glad you did though."

"Me too." She said softly. Adrien picked up the next charm, an angel, and attached it on.

"This one represents this Christmas, like the Angel we bought that is on your tree. The Christmas that finally brought us together, as more than friends." There was a questioning in his voice and Marinette looked at him confused.

"But Adrien, if you bought these at the market, then how could you have known..."

"I was always hopeful." He smiled. "I hope this mess tonight hasn't changed that. That we haven't lost what we found last night." Marinette touched his face gently.

"You haven't lost anything Kitty." She said, the familiar endearment made his heart leap with joy. Adrien picked up the last charm, attaching it and holding her hand to his chest. It was two hearts linked together.

"This last charm is a promise for the future, because my heart already belongs to you, if you will trust your heart to me." He brought her hand to his lips, ever so softly pressing a kiss to the inside of her wrist, just above where the bracelet hung.

"My heart has always been yours Adrien, and it always will be." Marinette leaned forward into him, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her cheek to his chest. Adrien kissed the top of her head and rested his chin on top. In the distance the melodic sound of the Notre Dame bells rang out over the quiet city where many Parisians were gathered at midnight mass services.

"Merry Christmas m'lady." He said, a look of pure joy on his face. Marinette leaned back enough to see his emerald eyes.

"Merry Christmas Chaton." She answered, rising on her toes to meet his lips. Adrien's hand found a home in her hair as he slowly, gently deepened the kiss. Loose strands from Marinette's hair brushed across his face in a soft caress, making his pulse race. This was everything Adrien had ever wanted, to love his lady and for her to love him in return. When they finally parted for air, he pressed his forehead to hers, the warmth of her breath mingling with his own. She shivered against him, but it wasn't entirely from the cold.

"Let's go home." Adrien whispered next to her ear, pulling his coat tighter around her.

"The fur shawl." Marinette suddenly remembered. Adrien just shrugged.

"Don't worry about it. I'll get the theatre to send it back to the Gabriel store. It doesn't matter." Marinette looked at the coat over her shoulders.

"But, you must be cold."

"You forget I'm a cat m'lady. I don't feel the cold." He held his arm out to her to take hers with a devilish Chat grin. She slid her arm in his and snuggled close to him.

"You're not a real cat Adrien, you'll catch a cold." Adrien patted her hand as they walked along the path through the gardens and back towards the theatre.

"Then I guess I'll just have to stay with you longer so you can make me your famous chicken broth. You know Alya and Nino swear by it."

"Is that your plan for staying with me?"

"Well, until I can get you that ring." He turned his head to her and saw her looking up at him with wide eyes.

"You meant that?" She said in disbelief. Adrien stopped walking and turned more fully towards her.

"Every word." He ran his knuckles down the side of her cheek. "A matching set of rose gold bands..."

"And a small diamond." She finished for him. "So it won't catch in the fabric as I sew." Adrien leaned in again, capturing her lips with his. This time there was more fire as he held her close to him. Marinette could feel the thumping of his heart under the palm of her hand, matching her own. For the first time since they kissed the night before, Marinette truly believed that, indeed, her dreams had come true. Adrien was in love with her, Chat was kissing her. She loved both sides of him as equally as he loved both sides of her. They had found each other, and in finding each other they had found that third person in each of them, their true selves.

"Can we hurry this up, I'm freezing my tail off here." Adrien and Marinette broke apart to find a grumpy black Kwami looking up from out of Marinette's purse.

"Sorry, I tried to keep him quiet." Tikki apologised.

"It's fine Tikki." Marinette smiled. "Plagg's right. I think some hot chocolate is in order when we get home."

"I do believe you read my mind Princess." Adrien quipped.

"I think I just know my Chaton well."

Adrien and Marinette did try to be quiet as they came back into the bakery, but they were on far too much of a high. On the way in the car they had found the pictures that Alya had posted after Nino proposed to her. Of course she had said yes and the couple looked so happy and in love. Almost all of their friends had already sent their congratulations. It seemed this Christmas was become a season of love.

There were also photos from the ballet premiere. Marinette had braced herself for an onslaught of speculation on her fleeing the theatre, but there was nothing about it. Instead Nadja had said in the article that the young couple had been seen slipping out the back door for some 'alone time'. Adrien would have to thank Chloé for whatever arrangement she had made with the reporter.

Adrien and Marinette giggled as they swapped kisses between removing Adrien's overcoat from her shoulders and his formal jacket. They were so wrapped up in each other, they hadn't even noticed they weren't the only ones in the room.

"I don't mean to interrupt..." Came the peaceful voice of Sabine. They young adults both flushed red at first, before giggles overtook them again. Sabine could only smile at them. "I see you two had a good night."

"The best night." Marinette replied, Adrien kissing her hand. "Have you been up this whole time?"

"Oh no." Sabine assured her. "Edmond woke up not long ago. He's had a bottle but seems wide awake and is playing on the floor in the living room, but I'm quite tired. If you wouldn't mind..."

"Don't worry Sabine, we've got it." Adrien jumped in. "You go and get changed Princess, I'll watch Edmond." With that Adrien ducked off into the living room.

Sabine bid her daughter goodnight and turned into bed. Marinette made some hot chocolate and left it to cool while she went up to her room, turning on the soft night light on her desk. She was grateful to finally kick off her shoes. "Can you help me with the zip Tikki?" She asked, and the little red Kwami undid the zip on the dress.

"Are you alright now Marinette?" Tikki asked. Marinette stood and looked at herself in the mirror for a moment, still holding the dress against her, a smile playing on her lips.

"Yes Tikki. I'm better than alright." She turned her head and looked at her Kwami. "I should have trusted Adrien's heart wouldn't have been that fickle." Tikki sat on Marinette's shoulder and looked at her in the mirror.

"Do you know why Master Fu chose Adrien?" Marinette shook her head. "Plagg's powers in the wrong hands can cause devastating destruction, which is why he needs a chosen who can channel that power. I'm sure you've heard the stories." Marinette nodded. The Tower of Pisa, Atlantis, Dinosaurs...plus she saw first hand his destruction of the Eiffel Tower. Thank goodness for miraculous ladybugs. "A Chat Noir isn't chosen because he is the bravest or the strongest, although they are desirable qualities. He is chosen because of the goodness and loyalty of his heart, to the cause, to the city he protects, and to his Ladybug."

Marinette let Tikki's words sink in as she got into her pajamas and washed the makeup off her face before making her way back to Adrien in the living room. She stood at the doorway and smiled to herself. The only lights on were those of the Christmas tree, filling the room with a soft warm glow, and the sounds of Christmas music playing softly from Adrien's phone. Adrien had taken off his tie, the top buttons of his shirt undone. He had discarded his shoes and was laying on the floor next to Edmond, bringing Santa Plagg down from up high to then tickle on the baby's belly. Edmond let out a playful squeal, kicking his legs and reaching out to grab at the toy before Adrien brought it down again. The real Plagg, for all his sourpuss ways, sat on the lounge laughing at the sight.

This might be Adrien Agreste, heir to the Gabriel empire, but he was still her adorable dorky Kitty and she loved him. Marinette knew there would always be other Anya's in this world, but they would never have what she has. She looked at the charms on her bracelet and the two hearts entwined and resolved she would never let anyone get into her head like that again, because no matter who tried to come between them, they would never hold his heart like she did.

Adrien must have become aware of her presence and looked up, playfulness shining in his eyes. He gave Edmond the toy and kissed him on the head, leaving him in the care of the kwamis. Getting up, he walked over to Marinette and put his arms around her waist.

"There is hot chocolate on the counter." She said as he brushed his nose against hers.

"It can wait." He said, pulling her closer. "Dance with me Princess."

"Adrien, it's after one in the morning." She exclaimed with a giggle. "And I'm in my pajamas." He pulled the hair tie out that was holding her hair in a messy bun, letting her dark locks cascade down her shoulders.

"You look perfect." He said as they began to sway. "No matter how long we live for, I'll always remember exactly how you look right now."

Adrien held her closer to him as the only sound was the quiet babbling of Edmond and the Christmas song that was playing.

"No more lives torn apart
That wars would never start
And time would heal all hearts
And everyone would have a friend
And right would always win
And love would never end.
This is my grown up Christmas list"

Marinette let herself be carried away by the moment. Safe in Adrien's arms swaying to the Christmas music, the twinkling of the lights on the tree and the kwami's playing on the floor with Edmond. If someone had told her this would be her Christmas, she would never have believed them, because nothing else could have been this perfect and she believed in her heart that this love would never end.

******
"Merry Christmas and congratulations, you two." Tom's voice echoed out through the bakery. "So when's the wedding?"

"We were thinking of June." Alya replied as Sabine and Marinette cooed over her engagement ring. "I don't want a long engagement, if that gives you enough time to make my dress Marinette." She said with a wink.

"I would love to make your dress." Marinette said excitedly. "I've pretty much finished Mylene's so we can start on yours after you come back from your New Years trip."

"Well, as much as I hate to leave my fiancé, it's only for a few days." Alya laughed. "Besides, it gives me a chance to show off my ring to my cousins." Alya looked with a fond smile into the living where Nino was with Adrien and Edmond.

"So, you and Marinette huh." Nino said quietly sitting on the lounge and ruffing up Adrien's hair under his new beanie. It was a black and green beanie that Marientte had made him to match one she also made for Edmond. Inside the band on Adrien's beanie though was a hidden embroidered ladybug and cat paw print. "We all saw the mistletoe pic at the jewelry store after I left. Something you're not telling me bro?" Adrien shyly rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand.

"I know we will get married sooner rather than later." Adrien admitted. "But this is yours and Alya's time, and you guys deserve it. I don't mind waiting. We waited this long."

Nino laughed and shook his head. "Dude, you have no idea. Who would have thought it only took your dad to get stuck in another country to bring it all together." Adrien just smiled to himself. If only you knew.

"I don't think that was the only thing." He said, giving Edmond a kiss on the cheek.

"Well you know what they say bro, if you want to get the ladies just have a baby or a dog with you."

"Nino honey, are you and Alya staying for lunch?" Sabine asked from the door.

"Aw, thanks Mrs Cheng but Alya's mum is hosting us for lunch with my folks. Kind of an engagement Christmas mash up." Sabine nodded and the two boys got up following her to the kitchen where Alya and Marinette were chatting about wedding dress ideas. Seeing Adrien come in, Marinette got up, taking Edmond from him and holding him close to her. Adrien lent over and kissed her softly on the forehead. It was then they heard the click of Alya's phone.

"I think I might die of cute overload. You two are going to be impossible when you have your own babies." The blonde and bluenette sported matching blushes.

"Alya." Marinette gasped, trying to ignore the giggling of her parents behind her.

"She's not wrong." Adrien whispered, kissing the side of her head. That damn cat getting her all flustered. Marinette was rescued from her embarrassment by a knock on the bakery door.

"I'll get it." Tom called heading for the door. "Mr Agreste, what a pleasure. Merry Christmas." All eyes in the room suddenly turned to the door.

"Edmond." Called Nathalie as she laid eyes on her baby boy and rushed over to Marinette. Edmond held up his arms towards his mother, cooing and giggling. Nathalie held him close to her chest, kissing the top of his head. She looked up and smiled at Marinette.

"Thank you for taking such good care of him." She said sincerely.

"It wasn't just me." Marinette admitted, running her hand over Edmond's head. "But we loved having him here." Her eyes then turned softly to Adrien. "Both of them."

Nino shifted the cap on his head but froze when Gabriel Agreste suddenly approached him. "I believe congratulations are in order Mr Lahiffe." Gabriel said, extending his hand. Nino took a moment to register what was happening before nervously grasping the offered hand.

"Thanks dude...I mean Sir." He grinned nervously, looking to Alya for support. Gabriel shifted his gaze to the budding reporter.

"I'm sure you are entrusting your dress to Marinette?" He asked. Alya smiled, displaying far more confidence than her fiancé with the famous designer.

"I wouldn't trust anyone else." She said. Gabriel
nodded thoughtfully.

"Wise choice Miss Cesaire." He said. "I'm considering branching the new women's department into bridal wear. I believe Miss Marinette here might be becoming quite an expert in that area." He raised an eyebrow in Marinette's direction. Marinette's eyes widened but she flushed when Adrien winked at her. He was kidding about his father expanding the women's department, and her future at the company was secured.

"Well, we better head off. Mum just texted to say lunch is almost ready." Alya announced. Hugging Marinette and Adrien, she looped her arm in Nino's and the two waved goodby as they left.

"Mr Agreste, would you and Mrs Agreste care to join us for lunch?" Sabine asked.

Gabriel walked over to Nathalie and carefully placed a hand around her waist. "Are you up for staying dear." He asked gently. Adrien almost fell off the stool he was sitting on. He wasn't sure he had ever seen his father show that much affection to Nathalie, let alone in front of other people. Nathalie smiled and nodded. Gabriel looked back at Sabine and Adrien noted an almost softness in his eyes. "We would be delighted to accept your kind offer Mrs Dupain-Cheng."

"Please, Tom and Sabine are fine." Tom interjected. Gabriel nodded looking at the way Adrien held Marinette's hand. 

"You are right. Under the circumstances Gabriel and Nathalie would be sufficient."

"Oh no." Adrien suddenly exclaimed, taking Marinette's hand other hand as well. "We didn't get to make more snickerdoodles."

The adults all let out a laugh. "Snickerdoodles?" Gabriel enquired. Adrien suddenly looked like a fourteen year old again.

"We...I wanted to bring back some Christmas traditions. You always loved home made snickerdoodles." He hazard a look at his father meeting his grey eyes. Gabriel had a look of melancholy on his face, but a small tug at his lips.

"Yes, I remeber." He said, closing his eyes momentarily and taking in a deep breath. Opening his eyes he put an arm around Nathalie's shoulders. "And you are right, it's time to bring back some old traditions and make new ones."

Marinette took Adrien's hand and tugged him towards the kitchen. "Come on then, we have time to get a batch on before lunch."

It became apparent over lunch that Gabriel and Nathalie had indeed become much closer while they were snowed in. With the storm closing off most roads, there was little else to do than spend time together at the hotel. Adrien couldn't help noticing they sat closer, their eyes lingered in contact longer and Gabriel was taking more of an interest in Edmond. It made Adrien feel warm inside to see his father acting more like Edmond's father rather than just his caregiver. Adrien had hesitated at the idea of moving out and leaving Edmond in the cold mansion, but he felt good that maybe the old house might become a home after all.

"Here's one for you Adrien." Tom said with a wide grin. "What is the best Christmas present?" Adrien could hear Marinette groan beside him. She knew that sound in his voice when her father thought he had the best joke in the world.

"I don't know." Adrien said.

"A broken drum." Tom declared. Adrien looked at him confused. Tom ignored the stink eye his daughter was giving him and leaned across the table. "Yep, because you can't beat it."

"Papa..." Marinette said red face. Did her father have to embarrass her in from of her boss, and maybe future father-in-law. Adrien laughed and even his father cracked a small smile before giving a more serious look.

"Do you know why Christmas trees are so bad at sewing?" Gabriel said in a flat tone. Adrien cocked his head to the side.

"Why father?" He asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"Because they are always dropping their needles." There was a stunned silence for a moment before Tom broke it with a hearty laugh.

"That's a good one Gabriel." The baker declared and the others soon joined in.

"Okay, I'm just going to say it." Adrien said, still laughing. "Who are you and what have you done with my father?" Gabriel didn't try to hide the amusement in his eyes.

"I guess that's an understandable question." Gabriel acknowledged. He turned his head to the woman beside him, their baby sleeping in her arms. "Let's just say a wild storm and an incredible woman helped me find him again."

"I'll be spending more time at home with Edmond too." Nathalie added. "Mrs Jeffries will still help out, but I don't want Him raised by a nanny and Marinette will be too busy at the fashion house to babysit." Adrien felt for Marinette's hand under the table and gave it a light squeeze.

When lunch finished, their driver arrived to collect Adrien's and Edmond's belongings. Marinette couldn't help feeling a touch of sadness at seeing the now empty bassinet in her room. She had become so attached to Edmond over the last few weeks caring for him at Gabriel, and how he just fitted in with life at home over the last few days. Following Gorilla and Adrien back down stairs Marinette put her coat on and helped Nathalie put Edmond into the car. As Marinette buckled Edmond's harness Nathalie reached across and patted the young woman on the hand.

"It will be nice to have another female around the house." Nathalie said, her voice softer, more motherly than Marinette had heard before. "You know your welcome anytime and Edmond would love you to visit too."

"Thank you Nathalie." Marinette smiled.

Moving back out of the car she saw Gabriel shaking hands with her father and accepting the box of snickerdoodles her and Adrien had remade. Tom then patted Adrien on the back. She could see a blush of pink spread across Adrien's cheeks and she could just imagine what embarrassing things her father must have been saying. Thankfully Gabriel just looked amused by it.

As Marinette walked closer to them Gabriel nodded to her as he walked past and her father walked back into the bakery. Adrien smiled at her amid his pink face, which only seemed to have deepened when she got closer. Marinette reached up and fixed his top button on his overcoat.

"What to tell me about it?" She said, holding onto his lapels. Adrien only shook his head.

"Maybe later. Feel like a late night patrol tonight?" He flashed her one of his legendary smulders that made her weak at the knees.

"I can't think of anything I'd like more." Aware that parents were still floating around, Adrien pulled her in close for a gentle chase kiss on the lips. Oh it was hard restraining himself.

"We can continue this later Princess, high above the rooftops and closer to the stars." He whispered. Marientte was about to tease him about his sappy romanticism when something cold and wet landed on her nose. They both looked up to find a soft fluffy of snow starting to fall around them.

"Adrien, it's snowing." She knew it was stating the obvious, but she believe it was a good omen. Adrien gently brushed the flakes from her dark hair kissing her on the nose before finally pulling himself away.

Sitting in the limo as it pulled away from the bakery Adrien waved to the woman he knew would be his future wife.

"Don't worry Adrien." Nathalie said. "You'll see her again before you know it."

"I know." Adrien said shyly. And every day after that he told himself. He watched as his father reached across Edmond to take Nathalie's hand and his own heart filled with warmth. When he came to the bakery only a few days ago, he was looking for what Christmas used to mean, but in the end, he found so much more. Maybe Vincent had been right, Christmas was the season of miracles, if you truly believe.

A/N - This is the end of "Finding Christmas". Thank you for you wonderful comments. I hope you enjoyed it. I have a few one-shots planned next, so make sure you are following the one-shots book for those. Also coming soon, my new chapter book "Unbroken".  Until next time xx