Tea and Toast
Chapter 1- Baby born
Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail. Hiro Mashima does.
The love a mother feels at the sight of her child is overwhelming. The love a child feels for their mother is everlasting. No matter the distance between each soul.
It was the middle of the day, the sun was shining, birds chirping, and other cars passing by on the street. One couple however did not notice as their own car sped through the street, on it's way to the hospital. The woman sitting in the passenger seat was sitting rigidly, eyes closed and a film of sweat clinging to her brow. Her dark hair was pulled into a loose ponytail on top of her head and her clothes hung loosely to her body. Her hands rested on the swell of her belly where her child was wishing to come into the world. A moan escaped her lips as a contraction hit her.
The man beside her glanced quickly at her as he maneuvered through the streets, passing cars to arrive at the hospital as quickly as possible. He had long black hair also pulled back in a ponytail, and tighter fitting clothing that showed the strength in his body. His brow was furrowed in concentration, his right hand reached over to gently lay upon his wife's hand over her belly.
"We're almost there" he told her. Her only response was a nod of her head. He could see the hospital now and he put on his blinker to pull into the round drive. Quickly finding a parking spot he ran around to the side of the car to help his wife out and to the front doors. As they entered the hospital a nurse looked up from the station and quickly moved toward them.
"The baby is coming" He told the nurse who nearly nodded, already realizing that was the case. Another nurse behind the counter called over the pa for a doctor to go to a certain room and the mans wife was led to a wheel chair for her to sit in as they wheeled her away. The man made to follow before a nurse stopped him and asked him to wait in the waiting area. He was confused, wondering why he could not follow after his wife but deciding it would be best to wait he took a seat. His elbows rested on his knees as he waited, worry stretching across his face. He hoped everything would go alright.
A moan escaped her lips due to another contraction and her eyes squeezed shut. When it passed she opened her eyes again and looked at the people around her. There was a doctor and two nurses at her side, one which was wiping her forehead with a cloth to keep the sweat from dripping into her eyes. The doctor had a concentrated look on his face as he ordered the nurse beside him to do something. She looked down at her stomach and felt herself grin even through the pain. Soon her little boy would come into the world. Her smile seemed to slip as she saw the doctors expression and a shot of pain went through her body. A gasp escaped her mouth and her hands flew to her belly. The doctor was making demands of the nurses that she couldn't hear and they hurried to do as ordered. She could see the doctors face move to hers and notice him saying something. push, so she did. What she thought would take forever really only took an hour and the doctor then was lifting up her little boy and handing him hurriedly to the nurse. She couldn't see where her child was taken and began to become frantic. The doctor moved out of her vision and the remaining nurse stayed to wipe her brow again. The nurse was saying soothing words and she started to clean up a bit. She could hear the door and soon the nurse returned with a bundle of blue in her arms.
"Gave us a bit of a scare there. Here's your little boy, healthy and happy to be out I bet" she told her and she felt herself smile. The nurse settled the bundle into her arms and she looked down into the face appearing through the blanket.
"My little boy" she whispered to the small form and she bent her head to rest it on the forehead of her child. He was beautiful. The usual baby blue eyes that all children were born with were wide and staring at the new world he was in. He had black hair atop his head that was the same as his father and already she could tell he had his fathers attitude, she didn't know how, she just did. She moved her head back from his and smiled down at him, her finger trailed along his little cheek. She looked up to the nurse.
"Someone needs to go get..." Her voice trailed off as she felt blood rush to her head and white spots appear in her vision. Suddenly the bundle in her arms was taken from her and the nurse yelled for someone in the distance. The pain shot through her then and she lost her breath for a few seconds. When she was able to breath again her breaths came out in short puffs as the pain intensified. Some things wrong, she though before her vision completely blanked out.
The heel of his foot tapped against the floor as he waited. Waiting for the doctor to come and talk to him was a long wait. He knew that child birth would take a while but he was still anxious for news on his wife and baby. Knowing this he was surprised as the doctor walked toward him two hours later. He stood up to meet with him and gave the doctor a smile.
"Congratulations Mr. Redfox, your wife conceived a baby boy but im sure you expected that" the doctor told him with a soft smile. He nodded, his own grin widening his face before falling. The doctors expression had morphed into one of sadness. He felt a shaft of fear go along his spine. No, no it can't.
"My wife?" he asked, his voice croaking out the word with worry. The doctor gave him a sympathetic look as he shook his head slowly.
"There were... complications. She didn't make it through. I'm sorry" the doctor continued talking, explaining hat happened but he wasn't listening anymore. His knees felt weak and he st down again, hands rising to his eyes. His wife was gone. He had his boy but had lost his wife, his love, his other half. The tears fell then, he didn't bother to stop them as his grief washed over him. He feels a hand on his shoulder and quickly tries to compose himself.
"Can I... can I see my child please?" he asks the doctor and the doctor is quick to motion him forward. He follows the doctor to the where his son had been placed and is led in. A nurse him with a blue bundle in her arms. She too gives him a sympathetic smile as she hands him the bundle. He looks down at his child for the first time and feels tears well in his eyes again. He can see his wife in the child's face, his expression, his nose, his cheeks. He does much the same as his wife before him, trailing a large finger gently down his sons cheek and resting on his chin. He remembers the name they agreed on then.
"Gajeel. Gajeel Redfox. You look so much like your mother" he says, voice breaking. The little blue eyes look up at him then and he swears he saw a spark fly through the baby's eyes. He let's himself smile then, knowing he has his son helps.
8 years later
Gajeel and his father were in the kitchen of their small house one night. His father sitting at the able and him standing to the side of it. Gajeel had something he wanted to ask and started with a statement.
"You never talk about her" Gajeel tells his father who is sitting in a chair at the table. His father, knowing who he was referring to glances up.
"You've never really asked anything" comes the gruff reply.
"I'm asking now" Gajeel says with his arms crossed defiantly over his chest. His father let's out a sigh of sadness and motions for Gajeel to come and sit at the table. He begins telling him about his mother the best way he knows how. Sadness in his voice and all as he explains how they met, about her love for tea and toast, how they fell for each other and got married,and how they decided they wanted a child.
"Your mother really got me hooked on tea and toast, never really cared for the stuff before. Especially that tea, it was quite bitter but now I don't go a day without drinking it. I remember the day she came up to me when I was worried about you. And she started to sing in a light voice a short tune. It went like this, now don't mind my horrible singing voice though, I'm nothing like your mother" his father told him before clearing his throat and not quite singing;
"When the skies are looking bad my dear, And your heart has lost all its hope. After dawn there will be sunshine, And all the dust will go. Skies will clear my darling, I'll wake up with the one I love the most. And in the morning, I'll make you up. With some tea and toast" he finished on a sad note and with a hitch in his voice.
"Your mom said she made that up, right then and there on the spot. I hear it in my head every night I go to sleep" his voice broke as a tear slid down his cheek and he quickly wiped it away. Gajeel didn't know quite what to think of seeing his father this way. He doesn't remember the last time he saw his father cry and it brings tears to his own eyes. Gajeel moves off his seat and hugs his father tightly, wanting to give him comfort but also wanting it for himself. The two embraced as they cried with each other, both over the loss of someone special who died before her time. Finally when the crying eased and the two separated, Gajeels dad ruffled his hair which had grown quite long and pushed him lightly toward the door to the living room.
"Time for bed there son" he told him and Gajeel nodded before moving toward the door frame. He looked back at his dad again before heading off to his bedroom where he crawled into bed and slowly fell asleep.
A few hours later, Gajeel's father entered his room. He walked over to the bed and set a hand gently upon his head while he slept soundly. He was scared of what he was going to do. He knew his son would probably hate him for it, hell he hated himself for doing it. However he couldn't do it anymore, living day to day with Gajeel looking so much like his mother. It hurt. He thought it wouldn't matter, he had his son and he was happy with that. It probably made him a really bad parent too but he knew Gajeel would get along fine. So with a final thought he rose from here he was crouched beside the bed and walked to the door.
"Goodbye Gajeel. Son" he whispered as he disappeared from the room, the house, and Gajeel's life.
So chapter 1. Done already. Anyway, this thought came to me while listening to the song Tea and Toast by Lucy Spraggan and I really wanted to write it. Considering im having an obsession with Gajeel and Levy right now I thought I would use them for it. They are both just so perfect for each other . So I'm not quite sure if I should continue on with this story, knowing my bad habit of not finishing a story when it has multi chapters. However I'm going to let you guys decide. I have more ideas to continue on, lots I should say so You all decide whether I should continue and review to let me know. Sorry if this chapter was a little sad. But I hoped you liked it :]
~GoldenPromise out~