Well well well, look who's alive.
Me!
Yeah, I really acted like Emilie for a couple of weeks...mostly because I was...busy...and didn't have the energy or the ideas to write.
But now...I should be saying I got better however realistically I didn't.
Ummm I'm not so sure of when I'll update anything-...I'll just try my best to write-...sooo-...uhm...enjoy the very horrible updates.
Love you all❤️

"S-sir, I didn't m-mean it l-like that." She stuttered an apology.
After all the assistant didn't intend to make her superior so furious.
She only wanted to explain herself, but now everything had gone wrong.

The grey haired man became furious, talking loudly and throwing his hands around carelessly, not even his best employee knew what to do.
Nathalie just stood there, frozen in time as if she'd never seen him like this before, though she has, the woman just didn't quite know what to do.
She simply had to listen to all the yelling and shouting before she could attempt to move closer.

"No matter what you do you'll never be able to escape this curse of a household!" Gabriel raged on, not even noticing how scared he got his fiancée.
"Manipulators!" He yelled "They are all two-faced evil people! A-and they are my o-own parents...wow...I'm deeply ashamed. They've made me this horrible creature that I am today...a-and I can't even help it. I can't fix myself. Now I'm just stuck being a mean, old, grumpy man who according to everyone is selfish, self centered and ignorant towards others...that's me...your fiancé darling."

"Oh Gabe-" Nathalie was crying.
She'd never seen her husband talk so badly about himself, and the fact that she's heard many more people talk like this about him absolutely tore her soul into shreds.

The assistant at this point didn't even know how to act or what to reply, she simply shook her head vigorously and quickly rushed to wrap her arms around the designer.

"You love me Nath?" Gabriel glanced down at his assistant "For who I am?" He scoffed "This terrible, terrible 'thing'."

"Gabriel you aren't just a 'thing'." Nathalie interrupted "...and you're definitely not terrible. Y-you're great! You're trying! You're really much more than what you think you are."

"Mhm right." Said the man with a sarcastic voice as he didn't believe any of that.
I mean how could he?
Even Gabriel himself knew that he was not great and lots of people had agreed with that statement, so obviously the designer couldn't possibly feel great or even just trust his wife's words, although she meant what she said, because to her he was perfect.

"Gabriel believe me-"

"But how could I?!" He spat, speaking over her voice, carelessly. "...how could I when people seem to share the common idea that I'm not worth much. Only an overrated, lucky guy who is getting sponsored by Audrey Bourgeois."

"Gabri-"

"Oh but isn't that right? I mean even to me it sounds like the truth."

"GABRIEL! For fuck's sake listen!!" The assistant shouted "I don't care at all about what the press or news think about you, in fact I don't even care what this family thinks of you. I
solely care about my own opinion and perspective, which if you're wondering are the complete opposite as to the media's.
I don't think that you're a random lucky guy, I personally believe that you deserve your fame and that you've suffered enough to be successful in life. I'm glad that you have the job that you have, and I'm also glad that you love what you do. Even if a thousand people say bad things about it, they don't know you as much as I do. They haven't heard your thoughts, your stories, or your experiences. They don't know you at all, they are only judging what they falsely make of you. Now don't let that get to you, I'm not like that. Just because those people have gathered a hate group it doesn't mean that I'm in it, I mean, why would I be? I love you, I don't at all hate you. I want you, us, to be happy, therefore I must love and appreciate who you are.
That's how a relationship works, right?
Surely I must have love and respect for my future husband, otherwise what kind of a wife would I be?"

"Oh Nath." Gabriel sighed with tears in his eyes, and in a blink of an eye he held his fiancée in his arms, both tightly and passionately "...you'll always be the best wife, no matter what."

"Sir!" She chuckled "Don't say that, it's not the truth."

"Why? What makes you think that? Was I not clear enough with the 'I want to spend the rest of my life with you?' Or the 'I wish to die beside you?'. Were those statements too weak to prove my love to you?"

"Gabriel-...you know you're joking...what about Em-"

"-No Nathalie" he cut her off, harshly "...no I'm not joking. Actually, I'm rather very serious when I confess that I wish to start a family with you and also spend the rest of my days with you. I love you Nathalie, and I really fucking mean that."

"B-but-"

"Okay maybe I'm not so trustable since I've messed up many times before. I know. I'm aware of my mistakes and also aware of how they made you feel, horrible. But just so you know I'd never want to make you feel like that, ever again. I want to see you happy...with me hopefully...because...I love you, seriously Nath! I love you! I love you! I love you!" He said joyfully over and over again, wanting to kiss her so bad, but the tears in the woman's eyes made Gabriel hold himself back.
He cleared his throat, and with a less enthusiastic yet still happy tone the designer uttered.
"Nathalie Sancoeur I want to have the nicest family with you, and make you the happiest wife literally ever. Does that sound good? Do you believe me and my feelings now?"

"Gabriel It's not that i don't trust or believe you, but-..."

"But?" The grey haired man questioned.

"B-but-..." the assistant shook her head  "...we aren't fit for a kid, mentally that is."

"You think?"

"I know." She interrupted "Personally I know I couldn't do it mentally" Nathalie sighed depressed before attempting to turn away, and then quietly mumble "...maybe not even physically." She took a deep breath whilst shutting her eyes closed, being too embarrassed to look her fiancé in the eyes.

In fact the assistant was about to walk away, she'd already let go of Gabriel's hand and turned the direction opposite of him, but the man managed to just reach after her, and hold on to one of the woman's fingers.

Not grabbing her very strongly so she could've simply pulled away, except Nathalie didn't, the assistant stopped, turned back, and stared at the teary yet smiling designer.

"C'mon Nathalie" he pulled his fiancée back "...aren't we just like a young couple?"

"No Gabriel" she whispered weakly "we're a middle aged-"

"Don't say it!" He cut her off "Do-...not-.." the designer gently held her jaw in the palm of his hand before moving one finger to shut the assistant's mouth "...do...not...even think of it."
Gabriel leaned closer to her, and by now he was almost about to kiss the woman, it was only his finger which separated them, and he himself thought that this little space was needed especially by his fiancée who didn't seem so happy seconds ago, but to the designer's surprise she was the one to move his whole entire hand away, in addition kiss him back in a blink of an eye, completely shocking Gabriel.

"Nathalie wow!" He exclaimed quite flustered "I thought you were mad at me."

"Mad? Never. I was only slightly sad, but how could I be sad when I'm around you? You always find some way to cheer me up."

"Ow you're so sweet!" Gabriel chuckled with a sly smirk "...Making me blush and all that."

"Sir!!" She giggled "You stop it! We were just arguiring a second ago-"

"-yes, and now we're flirting. Isn't it crazy-"

"-well, I suppose it is, but you wanna know what is even crazier?" The woman said alluringly, as she stared her husband up and down with a wide grin, getting him excited.

"What Nathalie?" Gabriel wondered "What is that crazy thing?" He asked curiously.

"The fact that if you don't hurry up...we'll miss our flight back to Paris!"

"Our fli-?-FUCK THE PLANE."

"Yeah well don't fuck the plane, just hurry up and get your stuff out the door."

-

After a bit of chaos came rushing to the airport in order to make it in time, and thankfully enough the Agreste family did indeed make it.

They even had a bit of extra time which they all spent on looking around the souvenir shops and finding the most outrageous mug or
the worst possible looking keychain just in order to remember their wonderful three day experience in London.

Of course though Nathalie knew this wouldn't be the last time that they'd come here, but since Adrien was around the adults had to pretend as if their family wasn't a total police case and instead just try on even more of those unspeakably horrible "I love London" shirts.

"Look Nath!" The blond boy exclaimed enthusiastically "Isn't this a cool hat?!"

"Uhm-...it's sure something...I'm not sure though how your father would react." The assistant laughed simply thinking about the tantrum that her boss would throw "...Knowing him he'd probably have a stroke and then lecture the cashier about what horrible quality materials they've used to make that hat.
It's just the influence of Audrey he's been under."

"Hey! That's a bit cruel!" Yelled the voice of Gabriel who'd heard everything from afar "Firstly I don't lecture people!" He walked closer with a frown "Secondly the material isn't as bad as the T-shirt's fabric so I'll let this slide, and thirdly..." the designer looked at both his son and his employee "I'm not like Audrey! Okay?!"

"Well-..." Nathalie nudged the kid beside her.

"Nath!" Gabriel whined annoyed "C'mon! Don't give me that look!"

"And you don't give me another lecture!"

"But I didn't-"

"Yes you did, yes you did. You just didn't even realize."

"Ow please! That wasn't a lecture, that was a simple explanation about-"

"-why the fabric of the hat isn't as bad as the T-shirt's." She cut him off "Yes I know, I was listening sir."

Gabriel suddenly smiled at the cute sound of 'sir'.
He liked it very much, especially with the smirk which his fiancé gave after she's said 'sir'.
It got him flustered and it made him blush, however unfortunately the designer couldn't formulate a nice flirty reply back because before he knew it the last call for their flight was announced and the family had to rush to the right gate in order to make it onto the plane.

Luckily they made it and there were no other issues in their ways, so now the Agrestes could safely get back home without having to worry about anything at all.

To be continued-