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If someone had told him ten years ago he’d be facing his future that particular day, he’d have laughed in their face, believing this future impossible. Now, though, he couldn’t imagine the day not coming for him after all they’d done to see it happen. He’d gone through more pain than most and come out stronger for it.
“Ready, bro,” Nino asked from the doorway.
“Always,” he said, practically dancing as he walked towards his friend of ten years. “Have you seen her? How is she?”
“She’s fine, dude. Calm down. You’ll see her soon.” Nino laughed at him though Adrien didn’t mind as they moved toward their destination.
Once they stood where they’d been directed, he kept an eye on his watch, a gift from Alya, and his other on the doors at the end of the room. He knew he wanted to be the first to see her. He had to be the first. He wouldn’t survive if he wasn’t.
“Adrien, chill. You’re making me nervous.”
“Sorry. I can’t help it. I’m too excited.”
Nino grinned at him with the widest smirk as he said, “Yeah, I can see that.”
The guys continued to make small talk though most of it came from Nino’s end.
Adrien remained too distracted by the numerous people filling the room and obscuring his view of the doors. He had to think fast if he wanted to be the first person she saw when she came. Sadly, planning was her forte more than it ever was his for strategies like this.
Music filled the room as the pianist they hired began to play.
The familiar melody spurred Adrien to take drastic action as he moved next to the minister and leaned in front of him. He smiled as he caught a piece of her dress as she moved into view. It grew wider as he caught sight of her profile, smiling as she met her father at the door.
“You did good, bro,” Nino whispered as Adrien continued to lean in front of the minister.
He couldn’t miss her walk down the carpeted aisle for anything. She was his future and he needed to see her as she came to him.
It felt like an eternity before her father helped her up the steps and gave her hand to Adrien.
As the minister began the ceremony, he leaned in so only she could hear him, whispering, “You look amazing, purrincess.”
“Kitty, you better behave yourself.”
“Cat’s honor, Milady.”
She merely hummed in response, turning back to the minister and giving him her full attention.
The ceremony barely registered for Adrien though he spoke at the appropriate times. His mind remained centered on his bride, the one woman who’d held his heart for so long. He couldn’t imagine how he’d gotten so lucky, but he’d make sure she never regretted choosing him.
“You may kiss your bride.”
Adrien’s cheeks reddened slightly as he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers, doing his best to keep it a chaste kiss. After all, they had friends and family watching them. They’d have time for more when they left for their honeymoon in a few hours.
She must have caught the look in his eyes because she booped him on the nose before turning to the crowd with a radiant smile. “Smile, Kitty. You’re officially mine.”
The minister pronounced them husband and wife and bid them happiness in their future.
“And you’re mine, Bugaboo.”
They shared another kiss before proceeding down the aisle, getting covered in bubbles and flower petals.
With her by his side, he knew the future looked beyond bright, feeling sure they’d face whatever troubles came with the same ease they’d managed in the past decade as friends and as partners. They certainly weren’t Ladybug and Chat Noir for nothing. They’d push through and they’d persevere as they’d always done and always would. Together because they were meant to be.