#13 "All the money in the world can't make you happy. How am I supposed to?" With Adrienette if your still doing this?
Anon, I am so so so so so so sorry. This has been sitting forever and also got buried under my crap.
I also got freaked because I don’t write Adrienette that often, lmao
#13. “All the money in the world can’t make you happy. How am I supposed to?”
They’ve been arguing for weeks on end.
Marinette’s not dumb. She’s been resisting the urge to snap at him for the weirdest things.
She hates him for waking up with his 6:00 alarms. Hates him for making coffee so early, and waking her up too early. Hates his insistence that all the lights be off before midnight.
It’s not normal to hate the person you love for things that are just normal, Marinette knows. She knows that somewhere along the way, she’s begun to feel distanced from Adrien, can’t find it easy to talk to him.
And judging by the way he stares at her, he knows this too.
He cries as he suggests they go to couples counselling, ignores her hands reaching for her as he locks himself in their bedroom. Marinette sits in her sewing room, trying to finish her sketches through tears.
She hates the way they’re refusing to look at each other at the counselor’s, ignores the sigh of the counselor as she tries not to cry, recounting the argument that sparked this separation between them.
They’d just been talking about where to spend the holidays, unable to decide a location. Marinette expressed interest in just going to visit her parents, with Adrien somehow taking it to mean they would all vacation somewhere else.
They’d gotten into an argument, Marinette defending being home, and Adrien wanting out of the monotone of Paris. It had escalated until Marinette finally said the words, the ones she didn’t know were waiting to be spit out and injure him.
As her own husband refuses to look at her, Marinette finds that the satisfaction she’d felt was fading to nothing more than a sharp sting.