Miraculous Moments [Miraculous LadyBug Fanfic]

"May I have this dance?"

Adrien's eyes widened as he saw Marinette dolled up by his mother's side, his mouth gapped like a fish at her beautiful face and clothes as his parents left them together. She looked down at her dress, sheepish. But took at step forward and offered her hand. "Do you wanna dance?" she asked.

His heart skipped as his cheeks burned his face. "I- I was supposed to ask . . . "he murmured.

She looked at him, confused but smiled at him, making his ears burn as well. "Well, I guess you can ask me then." she said, lowering her head only for it to be snatched by his two.

He bowed too low and asked, "Will you marry me?"

Her cheeks turned pink as she looked around and saw only a couple of stranger chuckle and coo at them for his little out burst. She looked between him and the crowd for a moment before saying definite "Yes." Her face began to turn red, but it lessened as he looked up and smiled wide and helped her get in position to waltz.

Marinette felt her heart warm at the memory as she swayed in rhythm with Adrien, growing taller than her by the year. He had his eyes closed, letting the music fill him in on the beats as he lead her on their dance floor. The viola strung in the room, matching rhyme with the piano as they danced around the small sitting room. Marinette caught sight of Alya smirking as she went on, but the lady knew too well that the moment they stopped dancing, she and Adrien would have to separate for the whole day.

Slowly, the song ended, leaving Marinette a bit saddened as Adrien finally opened his eyes to her, reminding her they weren't the same in awe as when he saw a child. He bowed as she curtsied, and they both stiffened a laugh from all the formalities.

She made the mistake of saying, "My, I sure will miss these silly practices."

"What do you mean?" he said, a bit defensively. "It is not as though you are leaving the estate any time soon. There will be plenty of dances where you can trip on my feet."

Nino laughed, but was hit by Alya. Marinette threw a quick smile before saying, "I am going on a trip to visit my parents. I am sure you understand. The trip may take a few weeks . . . "

He frowned at the news, taking her hands into his own. "I forgot." he murmured to himself. "You are to leave with Alya how soon? In a few days?"

She slipped her hands from him and grinned before saying, "Tommorow, actually." She shook away her thoughts and thought of seeing her mother and father again. How excited the would be. "I can hardly contain myself. I have not seen them since I was but a girl. My mother will be in a fit if she sees how I have grown. She will be having me eat plates on plates if she thinks I am the tiniest of too thin."

Adrien chuckled with her. "You said it will only be for how many weeks?"

"Three at the least." she answered. "Though I would not be surprised if they extended my stay."

"For how long?"

"A few months perhaps."

"Months?" he asked through a drying throat.

Alya jumped in singing, "Or maybe a year. Do understand, this is their daughter they have sent to study for fashion design. She has not seen them since she had been eleven, now she is twenty. How do you think your father would react to such an extended leave?"

"I suppose he would react in a similar fashion." he said.

She felt hurt as he was ready to bid her farewell, and more so as he helped her in the carriage to travel all the way to northern France. She climbed into her seat, watching Alya let her hands lace with Nino's one last time until their return. She smiled as she climbed the carriage steps, holding Adrien's hand and falling still in her seat as he held it a moment longer. She turned to see his eyes glow with a similar glance from when he was a child. It was faded, but still light. Maybe it had changed in a different way. As he squeezed her finger, the carriage was whipped to start. He released her hand and waved a controlled goodbye as she waved back with similar restraint. Alya and Nino had no problem making fools of themselves, crying out goodbyes at one another.