Chapter 100

Marinette's P.O.V:

"Welcome home, Dami." I cheerfully greeted as he stepped out of his car. "How was school today?"

"Oh, it was great, Bug." Plagg zoomed in front of my face before Damian could answer.

"Was it?" I questioned as I looked over to my boyfriends annoyed face.

"No, it wasn't." Damian answered.

"What happened?"

"The kid made a girl cry." Plagg snickered.

"You did?" I looked at him with surprise.

"It was her own fault for not taking the hint." He shook his head in annoyance.

"What happened?"

"She gave him a love letter that he didn't even read and just threw it away." Plagg said while still laughing before finally calming down.

"Yeah." Damian sighed. "And she fished it out of the trash to just go ahead and read it straight to me in front of everyone in the lunch room."

"She was all like 'Damian Wayne. I know you fell for the foreign girl but my family is prestigious. Blah blah blah. I know your father would approve of my love for you. Blah blah blah.'" The kwami began to laugh again. "That lunch room was so quiet after that. I think everyone heard him tell her that she would never have a chance. She just started sobbing right in front of him."

"Wow." I looked over to see my soulmates still annoyed face. "She must have been really determined to tell you how she feels."

"She tried to guilt trip me is what she did. I don't know what gave her the idea that that would work on me." He shrugged.

"Is her prestigious family going to be mad?"

"Prestigious?" Damian scoffed. "Her family is just better off than the majority of Gotham. She's full of herself."

"So, she was just pulling out every card in the book, huh?" I giggled. "Even with that cold exterior the ladies still want you."

"It's unfortunate for them that the only lady I want is you." Damian smiled before leaning down to kiss me.

"Gross." Plagg said. "That's my signal to leave. I'm going to go find some cheese."

"I finished my dress today." I smiled up at Damian. "And I have gift surprises for everyone after dinner today. I feel like I should warn you that I won't be giving you your gift yet. Yours takes a little bit of timing."

"I can wait." Damian said as we both started to walk back inside from the garage. "So where is everyone?"

"Playing video games in the living room. You want to go find them?"

"No, actually." Damian turned to start walking up the stairs.

"Where are we going then?"

"You know how while you've been working on your dress, I told you I was working on something as well." Damian looked over to see me nod. "I figured that I should just show it to you. I did finish after all."

"Okay." I gave him a bright smile. "I'm excited to see what it is."

"I'll admit that I'm a bit nervous to show you." Damian stopped in front of his art room and quickly dug his key out of his pocket to slide into the lock.

"You shouldn't be." I watched him unlock the door. "Although I did have the feeling that this was going to be art related."

Damian just gave me a soft smile before opening up the door for me. I timidly stepped inside to see the room looking almost exactly the same as it did the first time I was here. The only major difference was that the easel in the center of the room was covered with a white sheet.

"I'm guessing that's it?" I turned to look at Damian as he shut the door behind them.

"It is." He looked at me nervously. "Go take a look."

"Alright." I turned back around and slowly started to walk towards the easel.

Damian followed a few feet behind me. He had seemed so nervous for me to view his painting.

I gently took the very corner of the sheet and slowly pulled it off to reveal the canvas. The moment I understood what I was looking at, I couldn't help but to just drop the sheet I was holding entirely.

It was like looking through Damian's eyes again. A perfect window into the past that he once witnessed. I remembered that night perfectly but this was something I never got to see. It was Damian's point of view as I slept soundly on his chest. I had never seen myself this way but I had to admit that I did look peaceful and happy. I almost forgot how detailed Damian's paintings were because the hand that gently ran through her sleeping self's hair looked exactly as his did, callouses and all. He even got every single freckle on my face right. If I didn't know any better, I would have though that this was a picture that Damian had just taken of that night.

"Oh my gosh, Damian." I took a step closer to get a better look at all the detail. "I'm... speechless."

"You like it?" He watched as my eyes wondered the canvas.

"I love it." I looked back at him with tears in my eyes. "This is so beautiful and nice. It's like our own little moment captured in time."

"I'm glad you think so." He let out a breath he was holding. "This has quickly become my most favorite painting."

I looked back at the painting for a moment before looking around the room at the walls all covered by his previous paintings. "Where are you even going to hang this up?"

"My room." Damian stepped up to grab ahold of my hand. "I hate that you have to go back to Paris soon but I figured that if I had something to look at that reminded me of you, being away from you wouldn't be as bad."

"That's so sweet, Damian." I smiled up at him before burying my face in his chest to give him a hug. "I love it... and I love you."

Damian gladly returned the hug and gently rested his chin on the top of my head. "I love you too, Marinette. Don't ever forget that."

I looked back up at him with nothing but love in my eyes. "I won't." I whispered.