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When he first saw her, with her rumored child, his heart felt like it was enveloped by ice.
She was a few feet away from him, in front of a nursery school, crouching down and opening her arms to a running toddler with chubby legs. Of course this isn’t really the first time he saw her with her son. He often visited her social media, and a few photos were of her with the kid, but always with his face turned away. She didn’t allow the media for any photos of her son, for privacy he understands too well. He knew he should turn and walk away, like he’s always done in the past, but it was curiosity that planted his feet. She never disclosed the identity of the child’s father and she sure as hell isn’t married despite the rumors going around that actually, she is, with the runway angel and heir of Agreste fashion, they’re just keeping it a secret from the people because the son of the company and its head designer getting hitched is such a juicy, juicy issue indeed and its bound to affect his reputation one way or the other.
So it was curiosity, as he waits in anticipation, expecting to see Agreste green eyes, or at least a feature of Adrien’s face. But when Marinette turned her back with the child in her arms and its face in her shoulder, he finally saw.
When he first saw the blue eyes— eerily identical to his, his heart stopped. And when the child’s face turned soft as he hugs his mother closer, Luka’s heart started again and with every beat growing faster.
It was the face he saw in his sister when she smiles, the face he saw in his mother after her laughter died down, and it was the face he saw in his own on the pictures taken when he was seventeen and Marinette was beside him. It was the face of a Couffaine expressing happiness and elation. And it was steadfastly walking away from him and damn everything if he’s going to let it go away again this time. He threw caution and questions in the air of what if he’s wrong, what if she doesn’t want him in her life, what if—what if—
If the universe is giving him yet another sign—and the universe is giving him an equivalent of a big arrow with neon lights pointing at her direction and a billboard with the message SECOND CHANCE GET IT NOW, he’d be an idiot not to take it. So he took off running.
And was hit by a car.