“What’cha got there, Kitten?”
Chat Noir spun on his heel, bell chiming as he did so. The young woman in front of him stepped out from the darkness, eyeing the box that sat by his feet. The lid had been pushed closed, but crumbs peppered its edges, as well as her partner’s lips. He simply looked at her wide-eyed, finding himself face-to-face with his lady.
“Oh..I was just hungry, that’s all,” he muttered, a cheeky grin slowly spreading on his face. He scratched his head while glancing down at the city below. The Parisian lights had lit up as always to the night sky.
Ladybug gave him a knowing glance while pointing at his box. “And I’m guessing you didn’t get that from a certain bakery over by the school?” She smirked.
Chuckling, Chat Noir bent down and picked it up. He held it out to her, opening the lid. Peeking inside, Ladybug found three macarons, snuggled into little compartments. There clearly should’ve been four.
“Help yourself, My Lady!” he offered. “Your parents gave them to me saying you and I should celebrate this day together. But I figured I’d save it for patrol since I knew you were busy after school...”
He trailed off suddenly, her bluebell eyes boring into his in anticipation to finish his excuse. One eyebrow had been raised but the corner of her lip remained tugged.
“...but you were taking so long to get here, and I was getting hungry so...I decided to help myself..... sorry I couldn’t wait,” he finished with a grin, his ears drooping.
Ladybug began to giggle, earning a questioning look from her partner, until he noticed that the whole time they spoke, one of her hands had remained behind her back. Chat Noir could now see her hair held some flecks of powder (he couldn’t tell what color it was), and evidence that chocolate had been wiped from her jaw.
She pulled out a smaller box, colored white and decorated in green ribbon. As Chat Noir opened his mouth to ask, Ladybug unwrapped and opened it, revealing a large, bright green macaron with chocolate filling. At its center, a large brown paw print had been stamped on it. Beaming at him, Ladybug nudged the box. A little card that had been tucked inside shifted, catching his eye. With two hesitating fingers, he took it.
On the card, written in his lady’s beautiful handwriting, it read:
Happy Birthday, Mon Minou, My Love and My Light.
