Adrienette Arranged Marriage (COMPLETED)

Marinette's P.O.V:
"Strawberry!"

"Cheesecake!"

"No, strawberry,"

"No, cheesecake,"

Adrien and I argued back and forth. We met up at a bakery, with the wedding planner, and were sitting side by side in the booth. We are supposed to be discussing about our wedding, but we ended up arguing about what cake we want.

I said we should have a strawberry wedding cake, but Adrien wanted cheesecake, like that was every heard of.

Cheesecake for a wedding cake? That's preposterous and totally unheard of!

"Your Majesties, calm down," The Wedding Planner, Ms Martha, intervened, she was sitting across from me and Adrien. Her words went deaf to our ears.

"Cheesecake is horrible. Why would you want that?"

"It's not like strawberry is any better. It tastes disgusting!"

"Take that back! Strawberry tastes awesome. Cheesecake is terrible, like, what the hell is that?"

"Oh please, Strawber-" He was cut off.

"Your Majesties!" Martha exclaimed, her face red.

"Yes?" We answerd in unison.

"Calm down. We can resolve this in a different way," She said, pushing her blonde curls out of her face and behind her ears.

Adrien and I glared briefly at each other before nodding at her.

"So, this bakery is the best in all of France. They have the best tasting goods and this is the place where you will be getting your wedding cake made. It is an honour to them for having two royalties here to try their delicacies," She stated.

"They have a selective amount of cakes and pastries they want you to try. You are going to choose one for your wedding cake, one for your guests and several other pastries. After the tasting we are going to discuss the type of food you want. Then we are going to talk about your theme. Is that okay?" She explained and we both listened intently then nodded.

"Okay. I'm going to head around the back and get them to bring out the samples that they've prepared for you," she said before exiting the booth and headed around the back.

I turned to Adrien, planning to say something, then I felt his lips on mine.

My eyes fluttered close as I responded. He pulled me closer to him and I wrapped my arms around his neck.

The lack of oxygen made us pull away reluctantly.

His lips slowly moved to my neck and I pushed his shoulders.

"No," I said sternly and he pouted.

"Why?" He whined.

"Ms Martha could be back any minute and we are in public,"

The bakery is closed for today and we were the only people in here, well, and the workers and Martha.

"But she won't be back for now,"

"Adrien, no,"

He groaned and rested his head on my shoulder. He then placed a light kiss on my neck and sat up straight.

Immediately after, the doors to the kitchen opened and people filed out with big cake boxes. Adrien and I gaped at them.

"Wow,"

"My father is gonna be so pissed,"

****

"My stomach hurts," I groaned.