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Marinette has always believed in miracles.

When she was a little girl, she loved hearing the amazing stories of her grandmother, who saw many miracles during her travels. At that time, Marinette liked to imagine that all over the world, in every city, home and family, there is a Spirit* who watches over the safety of every human being.

Believing in miracles gave her hope that even in the most hopeless moments someone or something was watching over every human life.

Without miracles, this world would be lost.

For over a decade, Marinette had been dealing with magic that could destroy, repair, or change anything forever. She saw places that she had never had the right to see in her life. She was in the future and in the past. She saved human life, and with help of the power she received thanks to the red Kwami, she freed the akuma-possessed from the power of the one who only wanted to use and destroy them.

For years, she has been the guardian of the most powerful jewelry this world has ever seen. For years, random objects fell into her little hands, which, as it later turned out, were the perfect complement to the solution to the puzzle. Over the years, she used her power, thereby repairing the damage done by evil.

But no happiness or power could compare to the miracle she held in her arms now.

Emma Emilie Agreste was the greatest miracle she had ever experienced in her life.

Marinette's and Adrien's daughter -their little, long-awaited miracle that changed their whole lives.

Marinette sat in their daughter's cozy room, which they had been arranging for several years. However, only two months ago someone lived there.

It had been emptied for almost three years - no toys, no books, no clothes. No life. Nothing. Only in the corner of the room was an empty baby cot, which had been bought for their first child.

The one they lost.

Almost three years ago, a few months after getting married and moving into a new, larger apartment, they decided to have a baby. They were twenty-three when it turned out that Marinette was pregnant for the first time. Their joy was great. They laughed at how lucky they were to get it the first time.

The joy faded when Marinette unexpectedly began to bleed. There was nothing they could do - then they lost their first child.

Adrien could not accept this. He blamed himself for the loss, although he had nothing to do with it. He explained it was probably because of his inherent attraction to bad luck, but Marinette did not believe such nonsense. They argued very often then, which ended in hours of silence or crying.

After a year of the first loss, things were slowly returning to normal, and even Marinette came back to life, not letting depression and one failure ruin her dreams. They started to try again and were successful again the first time.

They were more careful and attentive. They kept the happy news to themselves until Marinette's belly was visible. Everything seemed different and uncertain, and Adrien thanked God for each day Marinette could feel the baby move in her body.

It all fell apart overnight when there were contractions and so much blood that Marinette passed out. She did not even remember the tragic birth when the baby was taken from her - still and cold.

The second loss left Marinette silent. She did not use words, made no sounds, just stared at her flat stomach and the scar that reminded her of what had been taken from her.

They lost their son. He was so vulnerable and fragile. The perfect material for work miracles.

Nothing happened, however, and the boy was gone forever, leaving a dark void that ate his parents from within.

After this pregnancy, they decided to wait. The universe made it clear to them that they were either not ready for children or they would never have children. Marinette did not want to believe it she always dreamed of becoming a mother. She loved being pregnant, massaging her growing belly and enjoying the baby's movements in her womb.

A few months later, when they completely let go and focused on work, marriage and friends, Marinette took a pregnancy test. While waiting for the results, she suppressed hope in her heart. To this day, she remembered sitting on the bathroom floor, counting to ten to calm her breathing. When the test was positive, she had a panic attack for the first time in her life.

She was in her third pregnancy.

A pregnancy that was to end either with life or with death.

Adrien was horrified to find out about her pregnancy. He took her to the best doctor in Paris, provided her with everything, and forbade her to work. Marinette did not even protest. She herself was terrified and harassed by tragic, painful memories that returned in her sleep and waking hours.

Emma really was their miracle.

The greatest, truest miracle.

No bleeding. No premature contractions. No pain.

Only the joy, relief and love that fell on her and Adrien when they heard the loud cry of their miracle daughter. Marinette cried with her, holding her daughter to her chest. Emma was warm, healthy, flushed, and loud. She was alive.

Marinette and Adrien have made a long and painful journey. Twice they met death which almost destroyed them. Twice they struggled with a mourning that was darker than any action of evil forces in this world. Twice they almost drowned in their grief, pain, and sorrow.

Until a miracle happened.

“You know that you are our miracle baby?” she whispered to her daughter as she slowly pushed her from her chest.

The room was dim. Only the lamp standing by the large, pink armchair gave a substitute for light. Marinette smiled at Emma, who was practically falling asleep while eating. The little girl stretched out in her arms and snuggled against her chest, covered in a buttoned nightgown.

Marinette loved watching her daughter grow stronger, bigger, and more beautiful every day. Emma was so much like her father that it was unbelievable. Marinette had always wondered what their children would look like, but she did not think any of their baby would inherit Adrien's blonde hair.

The baby girl yawned and slipped her curled hand into her mouth. Marinette chuckled and grabbed her hand in her fingers.

“Don't do this, honey,” she said softly. She ran a thumb over Emma's flushed cheek.

Marinette began humming the Christmas lullaby that her grandmother always sang when she had not traveled and lived in Paris yet. Emma adored her mother's voice - it calmed her down and put her to sleep like a warm and soft blanket. Without taking her eyes off the baby, she began to rock gently from side to side. Marinette was tired and dreamed of a bath and a warm dinner, but most of her heart was filled with joy, peace, and love. No mundane thing or negative emotions could not take away this happiness from her.

Marinette felt Emma slowly fall into a deep sleep that she hoped would last all night. She decided to stay in this place for a while to be sure that the little one would not wake up.

It was only when she looked up from the sleeping child that she realized Adrien was standing in the entrance to the room.

He looked as tired but happy as she was. His hair was damp from the previous shower. He was smiling radiantly at his wife and daughter.

“How long have you been watching us?” she whispered looking at him lovingly.

Adrien pushed himself off the doorframe and slowly walked over to his beloved girlfriends. Marinette noticed that Plagg was following him, and he made his way to Emma's crib without a word.

“Just a moment,” he explained quietly. “I prepared a bath for you, Bugaboo. Plagg will purr our purrincess and you will relax. I will make you dinner. What would you eat?” he crouched down in front of her and ran his thumb over her knee.

Adrien's eyes went for a moment to the sleeping Emma, who, as if sensing her father's presence, extended her hand to him.

“Sleep, my little kitty,” he leaned down and kissed his daughter's fist. “We will play tomorrow.”

Marinette's heart was filled with a warmth that she only associated with their little family. She smiled and stroked her husband's cheek with her free hand.

“Sabine called. She asked if we already knew what Emma wanted for Christmas,” he was laughing.

“It's definitely dad's idea. If he could, he would have given Emma a star from heaven.” Marinette shook her head.

“Then there are two of us,” Adrien tilted his head and kissed the inside of her hand. “She fell asleep?” he nodded at his daughter.

“Yes, I'll put her to cot in a moment,” she said, slowly rising from the comfortable chair. Adrien stood beside him, watching his wife act. Ever since she became a mom, her inborn clumsiness has turned into extreme vigilance and caution. “And for dinner, I'd like an omelette with spinach and cured ham,” she said with a smile. She covered Emma with the blanket and stroked her cheek.

Adrien turned off the light and turned on a blue moon-shaped lamp that gently diffused the darkness. Plagg cuddled up to Emma's side and began to purr softly. Ever since their baby girl was born, Plagg followed her every step, totally infatuated with his little kitten.

“Everything for my lovely wife,” Adrien whispered in her ear and took her hand, slowly leading them out of the room.

There were days when Marinette felt fear. There were nights when her mind was ruled by nightmares intertwined with memories of the times when they had lost so much. There were times when she could panic at the sight of a drop of blood.

Most of the time, however, Marinette felt that Someone was looking after her and her family. Magic, God, the universe? She could not define it.

They were safe.

In this miraculous, inexplicable way, they were safe.