BlackLynx17: Okay here's the first official chapter of Gyder Family. I'm very excited for this story and hope you will become dedicated readers. In this I changed the ages of Wendy and Doranbolt.
Wendy is 16.
Doranbolt is 22.
They have a six years difference in this story since THEY WON'T TELL US DORANBOLT'S AGE FOR NO REASON AT ALL! I don't know when this story takes place, it doesn't really matter. Enjoy though.
Being able to bring her home was the third happiest day of her life... wait that couldn't right. Getting married to him was first, her being born was second, was bringing her home third? What about joining Fairy Tail? Or meeting Charlie? Or her first mission with Fairy Tail? Or with Cait Shelter? Times with her Mother? So maybe it wasn't the third happiest day of her life, but it was certainly in the top twenty-thirty-top top.
She was so scared when they took a single step out of the hospital, wanting to stay in there until she had grown up to a kid where she'd be easier to take care of. Anything could happen once they left this safe heaven, anything. He calmed her down by simply smiling and kissing her forehead.
"Let's go home."
She nodded her head and he hugged his family close, teleporting them back home. It was empty and dark. They had been in the hospital for the past three days and some of her flowers and plants had started wilting. Wendy walked away from her husband and towards their new daughter's bedroom. Everything was sky blue, white clouds painted on the ceilings and walls. It was like they were in the sky. Her toys were all a soft pink and blue, her furniture white, the only vibrant colored toys were the ones from Fairy Tail. Slowly Wendy walked in and sat down in a rocking chair near the window, the sky a beautiful blue color.
"I wonder whose magic she'll inherit, mine or yours." Wendy whispered rocking lightly as she stared down at their child.
"Does it matter? As long as she's healthy." Doranbolt said leaning over her shoulder.
Everything about her screamed his name, everything. She had his spikey patch of hair, her emerald green eyes, his nose, his smile when she giggled, his face. There was no trait of Wendy whatsoever in this child of theirs and she didn't mind one bit. She could have her gently personality, or she could be exactly like her Daddy. Wendy didn't care. She actually preferred if she was exactly like him. More Doranbolt's in her life she thought about it.
"Welcome to our family, Misty." Doranbolt smiled leaning over to rub her cheek.
"We're a weird bunch, I'm sure you'll love us though... so when can I show the aunts and uncles her?"
"Wendy, we discussed this. Not until a month, maybe two."
"But Doran-"
"Wendy, look at her. She wouldn't survive one minute in that guild."
Wendy pouted because she knew that was true. Her daughter was so innocent looking, so pure, so new, she plump and chubby with her bright rosy cheeks. Wendy rubbed her cheek against her child's soft cheeks and sighed out peacefully.
"Protect her Doranbolt." She whispered lightly, for a second doubting that she'd be able to take care of her daughter by herself.
Doranbolt smiled and walked around, hugging them both close to him.
"I'll protect both of you, now until forever."
Wendy closed her eyes and Misty spat out bubbles as she looked up at the strange shapes that were her mother and father.