Marinette Dupain-Cheng was panicking. She’d done something so incredibly stupid, she wasn’t sure how the universe hadn’t imploded. How could she do this? How- why did she think that it was a good idea? Tightening her grip on the plastic bag in her hand, she reaches up to knock on her friends’ door. She couldn’t be alone for this.
“Oooo, honey, you don’t look so good.” Harley says, frowning and immediately yanking the door wider to let her in. Marinette huffs.
“Thanks, Harls.” She says sarcastically, a small grin on her face.
“What did we do to have you grace our presence today, Mari?” Ivy asks, drying her hands off on a towel as she walks out of the kitchen. “Did you need to steal another magical piece of jewelry?” She asks. Marinette snorts at the memory.
“If it was that, I’d just get Selina. She’s much more focused.” She teases. Ivy rolls her eyes.
“It is not my fault that there were so many plants in that museum. They were angry and needed liberation.” Ivy says firmly. Marinette shakes her head.
“Yeah, yeah, I know. But when I need to steal jewelry, Selina’s my go to now.” She says, trying to ignore the way the plastic bag feels like it’s grown ten pounds.
“So uh, what’s in the bag?” Harley asks, eyeing it suspiciously. Marinette gulps.
“A pregnancy test.” She says. Harley and Ivy’s eyes both widen.
“What’re you gonna do?” Harley asks, glancing between Marinette’s flat stomach and the bag. Marinette shrugs, ignoring the tears pricking at her eyes.
“Avoid it?” She suggests. Harley snorts.
“Avoidin’ it ain’t gonna make it go away.” She says. Marinette drops her face into her hands, not even struggling as one of Ivy’s vines snakes over and yanks the bag away from her. She couldn’t do this. This wasn’t- she didn’t plan this. It was a stupid one night stand. He was her friend. This couldn’t be happening.
“Okay, M, time to pee on a stick.” Ivy says softly. Marinette groans, looking up at her friends with a frown.
“I- I don’t wanna know.” She says softly. Harley gently grabs her hand, drawing small circles on it as she tugs her towards the bathroom.
“C'mon sweetie, it's better to know. We’ll be right here with you.” Harley says.
“It’s no or it’s yes, but either way you’ve got to take the test.” Ivy adds.
“A squat and a squeeze, a prayer and a please, it’s nothin’.” Harley says, hopping up on the bathroom counter and pulling the test out of the bag. “A stick an’ a line-”
“Just one of ‘em- if I’m lucky.” Marinette whispers, wringing her hands together. Harley opens up the box, pulling out the test and the instructions. Marinette whimpers slightly. She might be in her thirties, but she wasn’t ready to be a mom. That hadn’t been the course her life was going for a while now. Not since she took over Guardianship of the Miracle Box and was forced to go across the world helping in magical crises and retrieve miraculous around the world.
“Read the instructions, Harley.” Ivy says, crossing her arms. Harley nods.
“Se puede saber la duración de la-” Harley starts. Marinette snorts, throwing her hand over her mouth as she tries to suppress her laughter. Harley grins and Ivy rolls her eyes, acting annoyed. Marinette knew it was just an act, because she could see the fondness in her friend’s eyes.
“English.” Ivy says exasperatedly.
“Do not insert the test stick into your vagina.” Harley says simply. Marinette shakes her head, the panic beginning to creep back up.
“Wow. Thank you Harls.” Ivy says, obviously suppressing a smile. Marinette takes the test from Ivy and gently pushes the other two out of the bathroom so that she could do the thing she’d been dreading. Faintly, she can hear her friends’ worried conversation on the other side of the door. Setting the test stick back on the box on the counter, Marinette washes her hands, groaning at her stupidity.
“How'd I ever get myself in this mess? One drunk night and that stupid red dress.” She rambles, shoving open the bathroom door.
“Aw, I love that red dress! The way it sparkles, it looks like an ice-skating outfit!” Harley says brightly. Marinette gives her a look and she pouts. “Maybe his machinery is broken somehow? What if his boys don't swim, I mean, wow! Miraculous luck!” She adds. Marinette groans at the pun. If she was in the mood for puns, she would have portalled to Paris.
“Yeah, miraculous! To get away with it unprotected fu-” Ivy starts, but Marinette cuts her off.
“Funny how one night can ruin your whole life.” She says.
“Don't go there yet, we don't know what the test says.” Ivy and Harley say in sync, raising their eyebrows at each other. Marinette shakes her head.
“I’m already panicked!” She yells.
“Just calm down, god damn it!” Ivy says firmly. Marinette nods, taking in a shaky breath. “Now, M, care to explain what happened?” Ivy asks. Marinette frowns and Harley gasps.
“It’s not the Bat’s kid, is it?” She asks with wide eyes. Marinette’s eyes widen slightly. She hadn’t been talking to the Bat- Bruce (he was, quite frankly, awful at keeping his identity a secret)- for very long. Maybe a month. In the panic of everything else, she’d completely forgotten about him. How would he react? Because it definitely wasn’t his.
“I haven’t slept with him.” Marinette admits. Ivy frowns, before her eyes widen.
“You don’t mean-” She starts, obviously remembering Marinette’s friends with benefits situation. She nods and Harley pouts.
“I thought you don’t sleep with him anymore.” She says. Marinette huffs, pushing her hair out of her face.
“Yeah, well- we were on a case and we got drunk. I do stupid things when I drink- like sleep with Constantine.” Marinette sighs. She’d been ‘friends’ with John Constantine for almost ten years. They’d had a tentative friends with benefits situation a year ago, but then they’d completely cut it off five months ago. Before going on another case together and getting drunk almost three months ago. She was so screwed.
“This will all be all right.” Ivy reassures her, patting her back.
“It was only one night.” Harley offers. The soft chirp of the alarm alerts them that it had been five minutes. Marinette looks at her friends with wide eyes.
“The test is ready.” She says, walking back into the bathroom. With shaking hands, she picks up the test and glances down at it. At the two clear lines.
“Shit.”
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