Music glossary:

Cambiare:

A musical instruction indicating some kind of orchestral change, such as using a new instrument.

Ladybug squirmed nervously on her own family room sofa, sitting face to face across from her very own parents. Her skin felt prickly and uncomfortable, and if she didn't know better, she would've suspected Tikki of lacing her suit with itching powder as a prank.

The aforementioned husband and wife were none the wiser about her substantial anxiety, for they were far too shocked (as well as star-struck) about the sudden appearance of Paris' beloved hero at their doorstep that morning. Their eyes were glued to her, following her hand as she raised a glass of orange juice to her mouth, as if it had never occurred to them that Ladybug would ever have to eat or drink. She would have found it hilarious if she wasn't so utterly terrified about asking them to let Chat stay at their house until he was fully healed.

She'd shown up at their house an hour before the bakery opened, claiming that she'd seen Chat Noir's signal on her communicator and had become worried; and that she was looking for him. They ushered her in and explained what had happened, and had quickly agreed when she asked them if they'd be willing to house him for a little while longer.

The superheroine took a long gulp to calm her nerves, then continued in her most professional voice, "Thank you for understanding. I'm ever so grateful that you're willing to help us in these difficult times. If I were able to take Chat Noir into my own home, I most definitely would. But as it stands, our identities remaining a secret, even from each other, is of utmost importance."

"Of course, Ladybug, we understand!" Sabine chirped emphatically. "We're happy to help! Especially after all you do every day for our city; it's the least we can do. Chat Noir is welcome to stay for as long as he'd like."

"Thank you for entrusting us with this information," Tom chimed in. "It's good to know that he's not under Hawkmoth's control anymore." He crossed his arms with a frown. "I just can't believe that evil man would try to kill his own ally!"

"You and I both," Ladybug replied, unable to conceal the sadness in her voice. "It seems Chat Noir was attempting to mediate peace between both sides; but as you can see, it backfired terribly." She added sadly, "If only I'd known, I could have fought alongside him against Hawkmoth."

The girl couldn't suppress the heavy sigh that escaped her lips. She'd always tried to maintain an assertive, optimistic air about her while in the company of other people. But these weren't just "other people"; they were her parents. Somehow, here, at this moment, with the people she was the most comfortable being vulnerable around, maintaining that composure was remarkably difficult. The emotional wounds were too fresh, the fear too overwhelming.

"Don't blame yourself, Ladybug," Sabine replied comfortingly, reaching forward and squeezing the hand on her lap. "You're doing the best you can, but you can't do everything. That's why we want to help however we can."

"Yes, you can count on us!" Tom exclaimed. "So, do you have a phone number or...? Is there a way for us to keep in touch with you?"

Ladybug brought out her yo-yo, opening it to show them her communicator. "Chat Noir and I can call each other from our weapons. They also serve as tracking devices between us. It's how I found you today; I can follow his signal when he's transformed."

"Tracking signal?" Tom asked curiously. "Couldn't you use it to find Hawkmoth?"

She shook her head. "It only works for miraculous holders who are allies. That's why it works between me and Chat now... and why Hawkmoth can't trace him anymore. He won't be able to find him here."

"I see," Tom answered, pursing his lips into a thin line, brows furrowed in consternation.

Ladybug could tell that her father still seemed ill at ease about something, adding a bit of tension into the air. She brought the glass back to her lips and took her time sipping the juice, filling the silence until he could sort out what he wanted to say. The question hovered on his tongue, as if he was worried he'd offend her, but ultimately he couldn't ignore his concern.

He rubbed the back of his head nervously when he finally spoke, "I'm sorry to ask this, but... Are you absolutely positive that Chat Noir is a good guy now? Do you truly, honestly know that he won't betray you?"

A sliver of doubt briefly flashed inside Ladybug, its sharp thorns trying to worm their way inside her heart.

She mercilessly squashed that knot of apprehension in her chest, utterly furious at herself for allowing it to form in the first place. After all, Chat Noir was literally in the next room, recovering from his brush with death.

She chased the hated feeling away with all her memories of him, thinking about the way he made her feel; how protective she felt of him. During her daily life, her thoughts often drifted back to him, wondering if he was safe, wondering if he was happy. She thought back to how he had confided to her as Marinette just a few hours prior. She couldn't allow any hesitation whatsoever to take hold; not after all they'd been through together so far. Despite their history, or maybe because of it, Chat had absolute faith in her; and she had to have the same amount of faith in him. She needed to believe that he was strong enough to overcome his past. That he wouldn't allow himself to be manipulated by Hawkmoth once again.

Tom's question was a reasonable one. Her father loved his family fiercely and would do absolutely anything to keep them safe. Last night had been evidence enough of that. However, she wasn't sure if she could explain to her parents just how important Chat was to her, or how they were so intrinsically linked by fate. She yearned to be able to tell them more. After all, how could she possibly express that she was, and forever would be, connected to him?

She fixed Tom with a piercing gaze, voice laden with sincerity. "I trust Chat Noir with my life."

Tom and Sabine looked at each other with matching smiles.

"Well, that's good enough for me. Like my wife said, he can stay for as long as he wants."

"We're so happy that you finally have a partner," Sabine said, reaching over and squeezing her hands again.

Ladybug smiled and squeezed back, letting out a small sigh of relief. "You're both extremely generous. I really can't thank you enough. I don't think he has anywhere else to go. Not anywhere that would be safe for him, anyway. I'll talk to him and see what he says. If he agrees to stay, I'll be sure to visit from time to time to see how you're all doing."

"Sounds great," Tom replied. "Let us know if there's anything else you need."

Ladybug eyed the guest bedroom door, pointing to it. "Actually, do you mind if I–"

Sabine nodded. "Please, go right ahead. We need to start getting everything ready for opening hours anyhow."

"Thank you."

They all rose and shook hands, with Sabine offering a motherly hug afterwards. The familiar, loving arms encircling Ladybug offered her more comfort than Sabine could possibly know. Making a mental note of doing something extra nice for them this week (she owed them big time), she made her way to the guest bedroom.

She had scarcely turned the door handle when she was knocked to the ground as the door swung open, a stupefied, rather ruffled (yet thankfully, fully clothed) Chat Noir inelegantly tumbling on top of her with a deadpan "OW." He propped himself up on his arms, hovering above her, both of them wearing matching bewildered expressions, complete with dropped jaws.

"L-LADYBUG!! W-what a pleasant surprise!" he stuttered, face red, looking quite like a cat who'd been caught in the act of unfurling an entire toilet paper roll.

Her face paled. "Chat! Are you okay? Did that hurt?!"

He cracked an impish smile and replied with a playful chuckle, "You mean, when I fell from heaven?"

Quickly recovering from the abrupt non-greeting, Ladybug's wide eyes narrowed and she quirked a teasing grin. "Why, Monsieur Noir, you couldn't possibly have been eavesdropping, could you?" she teased.

"N-no, mademoiselle! Not me, not at all! Why would I do such a thing?" he forced an innocent laugh, which only succeeded in making him sound even more guilty.

"Sooo, you were just leaning on the door for no reason whatsoever?"

"T-that's right, Milady! Nothing suspicious about that, of course!"

She made a brief hum, trying to conceal her amusement. "I must say, I'm not entirely convinced, Chaton."

Chat pouted his lips. "You wound me, Bugaboo! I just happened to overhear that my favorite superhero had dropped by."

She raised an eyebrow. "I believe I'm the only superhero you know, silly."

"Well... you're still my favorite," he winked at her with a roguish look that caused her breath to catch, a rush of heat and color flooding to her cheeks.

A brief wheezing noise jolted them from their banter, and their heads whipped around to meet the Dupains' flabbergasted stares, mouths hanging open like oven doors.

For a few awkward moments, the ticking of a wall clock was the only sound that resonated across the room, louder than Ladybug had ever heard it tick.

"UMMM, here," Chat finally broke the silence, scrambling to stand up and offering his hand.

"Um... Thanks," she replied.

A few more seconds ticked by, and Ladybug indistinctly wondered if this was what it felt like to be in a police lineup.

"SO! Uhh..." Tom began with a sputter.

"We're just gonna–" Sabine muttered haltingly, pointing towards the living room exit.

"Yes!! Go right ahead! Please excuse us, THANKYOUFORYOURHOSPITALITY!!!" Ladybug cried, grabbing Chat by the bicep and practically dragging him into the guest bedroom, then closed the door behind them with a (louder than she intended) thunk.