A.N. I own nothing.

Adrien's P.O.V.

Marinette and I could only stare at my father with horror in our eyes. Emma, on the other hand, smiled happily at him. Father looked at her and I could have sworn there was a faint smile on his face. But I must be imagining things. He never smiled. Not even in pictures.

"Anyone care to explain?"

Marinette and I snapped out of our trance.

"This is not what it looks like."

Father raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I see a baby with your hair color and the same eye color with my son ."

"Okay, that's what it looks like, but there's more to the story."

"You mean on how long you both have hidden my grandchild from me?"

Marinette was stuttering an excuse while I was trying not to drop Emma . She was squirming in my arms wanting to go to Father. He looked at her and gently picked her up. Emma looked at him with wide , innocent , baby eyes.

"Gabagoo." She babbled.

He smiled. He smiled! He never smiles. Never.

"Hello young young."

"He-her names Emma." Marinette said after her stutter fest.

"She's beautiful."

He gently rocked her and she gave out an adorable giggle.

"But there's something you should know about her."

It look exactly 30 minutes to explain to him . And he had his thinking face on. Those face that I know that he's planning something big and this seems big. I have a gut feeling that I'll be dragged into this. As usual.

"You say that she has no father figure." His eyes locked to mine.

Father. Please tell me that I am not thinking what your thinking in that devious head of yours.

"Adrien, why don't you help them a bit . Won't you be kind enough to help them out."

I could read between the lines.

Remember our conversation before.

I nearly shuddered just thinking about Chloe.

"But I don't want to drag you both into this." Marinette protested.

"You aren't Miss Marinette, you're helping . Won't this be a great way to help both you and Emma? If the press thinks that your Emma's biological mother, and then they saw Adrien with you, they would think that he's the father and the little search of the father would end."

I could Marinette thinking about it.

"If it's okay with  Adrien." She said.

I looked at Emma and she looked back at me. She was so young and so innocent. She smiled at me and I didn't think that she could look any more adorable. Any child shouldn't face this drama in his or her life so young. I have to help . For her and Mari.

"I'll do it." I said confidently.

I could have sworn there was something in Father's eyes .

"Excellent, I'll go back to the others, I'll see you around."

What is he planning. This is only part of his plan . I could tell.

With Gabriel

    Who would have thought that I'll have a granddaughter so soon. Well , not biologically, but close enough. There was still a problem though. How would we explain to the press that they're not living together. Sure, we could say that they aren't married, but then that will obviously question if Emma was a mistake. Which she is most certainly not.

I hope that they'll go through this.

"Natalie, set me a meeting first thing tomorrow with a estate agent ."

Time to go mansion hunting.

Back with the parents and Emma

Marinette's P.O.V.

   I picked Emma up and carried her. I faced Adrien and we shared a look. His father is up to something and we need to know what.

"Let's just drop it for a while , I'm going to take Emma to see grandpa Fu. You coming?" I asked him.

"Yeah, just give me a minute to digest everything that just happened."

I nodded. This was so not normal. It's not everyday that this would happen. I gave him a few good minutes and we went out. Emma was babbling in her baby language and looked around the building. Her eyes filled with wonder and curiosity.

"I knew you weren't acceptable." A voice said behind us.

Mrs. Fulier.

"A baby outside marriage? How scandalous! What till the press hears about this ! And with an Agreste? This is just good to be true."

"Is something the matter here?" Gabriel's voice came up.

He stood behind me and Adrien.

"Oh, Gabriel Agreste. Are you somehow aware that your son has a child that is outside marriage? What kind of a father are you?"

What kind of a woman are you? I thought.

"Last time I checked, my son wasn't a criminal,"

She looked pale.

"-a juvenile, and a convict."

"Are you implying I'm a terrible mother?"

"It's not implying when I just outright said it."

She was so red , she matched her dress.

"Well at least none of them gave birth to a bas****!"

She didn't. I was going to hand Emma to Adrien. This woman is asking for a fight. But I felt something cold in my hand. And it was small. Like a ring - oh he's sneaky. I placed it on without her knowing.

"I take offense that you would think that my granddaughter is what just came out of your dirty mouth." Gabriel said through clenched teeth.

"Well, I don't see any rings no do I?" She replied snootily.

"As it so happens." Adrien flashed a ring that wasn't in his hand before.

And I flashed mine.

Mrs. Fulier looked like so mad , I could have sworn there were smoke coming from her ears. She gave us all a glare before stomping off. I could just cut ties with her, but even I have to admit, she was good with her work, the only problem she has is how she spends money .

"Thanks for the help Mr. Agreste."

"No problem , but I advise both of you to be careful around her, she's got claws sharper than mine."

I nodded.

"Come on Emma , do you want some ice cream?"

She looked at me with wide eyes . I could easily translate it to . ICE CREAM ! Gimme gimmie. I rubbed my nose with hers.

"Let's go get some."