15.A Siscon And A....Mom(?)con?

[[15.A Siscon And A...Mom(?)con?]]

[[Marinette's POV]]

A week had passed by since my new....Mom adopted me. And three weeks since my biological parents had died due to Hawkmoth's desperate attack. Tikki, Plag, Wayzz, and everyone in the BOX had said that it wasn't my fault. I °knew° it wasn't °my° fault, but the guilt of doing better, of knowing I could have done more to save my parents....it was still there.

And to this day, it still haunts me, it hurts me, the memory of my maman and papa dying because I reacted too late. I am just thankful that the Tikki and the other Kwamis were there to help me. It wasn't easy, though, for them to cheer me up since they didn't have any hosts to allow them to manifest a physical form, but they had been able to talk to me through my dreams, or would sometimes take on their physical forms through me, thanks to me being the current current Gaurdian of the Kwamis, however, there were still limits to it.

Not only that, but Jasmine, my new mom....she's been a great help to my emotional and mental health. Ever since she took me in, she practically dedicated most of her time doting on me, making sure I was fine and I was also sure that she was doing her best to make sure I don't fall into depression. Jasmine's....really great.

Actually, thanks to her, I was starting to feel like my old self. I felt more happy, I felt that...I could start designing new dresses! Jasmine's just really....I'm really grateful that she took me in.

Jasmine...my new Maman.

__/__/__/[[Marinette's POV]]

Today was the day. Since I was more...emotionally stable(?), I now get to meet Jasmine-maman's family! She already told me that her parents had died in a fire when she was young, and she and her sister was taken in by her father's little sister's family. Jasmine-maman had also informed me that her foster mother was named Kara and the foster father was Paulo, and they had two kids, a boy names Carlos and a baby girl, Justin. Then, she also told me lots about her little sister -Little Angel-, Julie. It was easy to tell that Jasmine-maman absolutely loved her little sister.

And now, I was going to meet them!

__/__/__/__/[[Meanwhile]][[Julie's POV]]

Today was the day. A week had passed since Jasmine-onee-sama had adopted her daughter from France, and today, we finally get a proper look at her.

Though I didn't want to come off as rude, I had to make sure that this Marinette wouldn't make Jasmine-onee-sama...change for the worse. I know that the younger girl had gone through a traumatizing experience, according to Jasmune-onee-sama, but I just °had° to make sure.

__/__/__/[[Marinette's POV]]

Opening the front door of the humble looking house, I was immediately met with a woman that vaguely resembled Jasmine-maman carrying a baby in her arms. Then, noticing our arrival moments later, she gives me a apprehensive look, making me a bit self-conscious, before she smiled widely.

"Hello, anak(child). Come in, come in." With a kind, pleasant voice, she then gestures to us to enter. I was feeling shy, but a nudge from Jasmine-maman caused me to look at her, and find out that she was giving me an encouraging smile. Well, it helped.

"Jasmine-anak(my child), make sure that your...daughter's(!) co-...comfortable while I go tawag(call) (-for-) Paulo and your sister." As she spoke, I immediately noticed that her English was quite...different. Different from Jasmine-maman's. A bit broken, it had an accent, and she slipped up a bit. I somehow could tell she wasn't used to speaking with the English language, and I felt glad that she's trying her best for my convenience!

"Mm." With a hum as her agreement, Jasmine-maman, then, led me to the living room while...aunt Kara(?) gave me a small wave with one hand, while the other hand kept the baby, Justin(?), from falling, before she went somewhere else.

"I'll properly introduce them to you after they're all here. For now, just...don't overthink anything. There's no need for it, okay. They are nice people. You can even speak in French, like you usually do. I'll just translate it for them." With her usual calming, and newly achieved motherly voice, Jasmine-maman managed to calm down my nerves. Telling people to, "Not overthink it.", "Calm down.", "Stay calm.", usually didn't help them, it surely didn't help °me° in the past when it came to Adriene, and I'm pretty sure it wouldn't help me in the future, but when it came to Jasmine-maman, it just...worked.

Then, sitting down on a leather couch covered with a thin, purple faux(fake) fur fabric, I let my head fall onto Jasmine-maman's shoulder. Honestly, I nearly let my head rest on her breasts, something I had done a lot on my first days with her.

At first, it was embarrassing, but it was very comfortable. However, now? It was °more° embarrassing, and it overcame the feeling of comfort.

Later on, Jasmine-manan's foster mother came in the living room with three different people in tow. One was a child, Carlos, I could guess, then another was a man, definitely...auntie Kara's -should I call her that?- husband, uncle Paulo -should I call him that, too?-, and lastly, the woman that looked like a younger, less...mature(?) version of Jasmine-maman, Julie, who technically has more right to be called my "Auntie". Of course, it didn't mean that I would treat Mrs. and Mr. Sulivan with less respect(?).

"Jaz!" Then, from out of nowhere, the boy, Carlos, suddenly yelled and had sped towards Jasmine-maman, who seemed to have expected and had readily intercepted the human bullet into a hug.

"Carlos! Don't be like that! Have more manners! You're going to turn eleven soon!" With a strict tone, Jasmine-maman reprimanded the boy, earning a chuckle from uncle Paulo and auntie Kara -still don't know how to properly refer to them as-.

However, while the couple were expressing their amusement, with the baby seemingly asleep in her mother's arms, I was a bit unnerved about how auntie(?) Julie was currently looking at me.

I didn't know why, but she was a bit scary.

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[A/N: In case you missed it, Marinette calls Jasmine, "Jasmine-maman", because she had yet to accept calling her just "maman(mommy)", making it clear to her that Jasmine was different from her biological mother.

Next chap will be some more interactions and hopefully a Timeskip!]