Adrien almost felt ashamed at how happy he was that it was Wednesday. He hated just how happy he was to drop Emma off at his father’s house and enjoy a night where it was just him, Marinette, good albeit cheap food, video games, and some friendly competition.
When he got home, he immediately set up the console before pulling out his game selection. Once that was done, he quickly headed to the bathroom to check his appearance in the mirror. Vain, likely, but he couldn’t help it. He chalked it up to the model in him instead of facing the reality of it.
The doorbell rang, pulling him from his thoughts. He quickly raced to the door, his heart beating faster with excitement.
“Hey, Marinette.”
Her grin was heart-stopping. “I brought Chinese. Maybe I’ll let you choose a game you can win so you can keep the broccoli beef.”
Scratch that. His heart had now stopped. “Well, you brought the food this time. Lady’s choice.”
Her smile was wicked. “Well, then I guess it’s good for you that I got two boxes of broccoli beef and two of chow mein.”
Was it bad that he liked this feeling? This discombobulation of emotions he didn’t want to put a name to? When put like that, he’d would swear he’s a teenager who couldn’t keep his emotions in check instead of the twenty-seven-year-old man he was.
She marched past him into the living room where she started sorting through the games. He shut the door before taking a peek inside the bag she’d brought. He saw the five boxes, one of which was different with a fancy logo on it, and two pairs of chopsticks.
But no fortune cookies.
It shouldn’t be that big of a deal. They were cheap, tasted like paste, and weren’t remotely real Chinese. But his last one, the one he still had resting on his nightstand, had been a good one. He could still picture it. Take a chance. You will succeed.
And that chance, he thought, happened to be the young woman who was placing a game into the console.
“Chose one?”
She nodded. “Yup.”
He set down the bag on the table and began pulling the boxes out, which allowed him a good look at the box that definitely didn’t contain Chinese take-out. He cracked it open—
“Ah-ah-ah!” Marinette cried, slamming her hands around the box to keep it closed. “No peeking!”
Now he really wanted to know what was in the box, but she took it away from him and began heading towards the kitchen. “This is for later.”
He pouted, causing her laughter to grow and fill the house.
And his heart.
He shook his head. He needed to get ahold of himself.
That’s when he noticed what was playing. “Mario cart?”
“It’s your favorite, right?” she asked, plopping down beside him on the couch.
“Well, yeah. I just wouldn’t have expected you to pick it.”
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Second Chances
Random☆Despite being young, single, and successful, the only girl who has Adrien's attention is his daughter. That is, until the new nanny makes a spot for herself in both their lives in a way that no one, not even the nanny herself, was expecting AUTHOR:...
