***DISCLAIMER***

Fairy Tail and it's characters are owned by Hiro Mashima.

A/N; Why do I love the Mard Geer / Lucy pairing so friggin' much? I love the idea of her being able to bring out the softer side of emotionless people, I guess. I'm even debating on making this one a full series at some point! Let me know what you think about that!

I hope you enjoy this one, my delicate marionettes!

~ MrsPuppetEx

The blonde bombshell nearly screamed in frustration. She, instead, settled for slamming her head against her desk and staying like that.

She shifted when she felt hands on her shoulders and looked up into the "so dark they're basically black" purple eyes of her husband. His bored looking face was slightly concerned over her actions and he tilted his head to the side.

"What's wrong, Lucy, my love?"

Lucy sighed. "I can't get over my writer's block." She stayed with her head on the gorgeous onyx desk and let out a groan.

"Come," Her husband told her, tugging on her shoulders. "I've something to show you, my Queen."

"Mard," She argued. "I'm really not in the mood for your antics."

Mard Geer rose an elegant brow at her in a rare show of amusement. "That's too bad because you're stuck with me which means you're stuck with my antics."

How had she ended up married to such a sarcastic asshole? Oh, right, he was a demon. The king of them, actually.

She'd agreed to marry him to save her world and, honestly? She'd fallen in love with him. He was more soft and caring than she would have expected of a demon.

He took care of her and constantly showered her with gifts and affections. Though, the latter was usually questionable as they could be anywhere from showing her his torture room (never again) to taking her to see Fairy Tail (only once a month).

She let out a sigh in resignation. He would only persist until she gave up anyways and she would prefer to keep her clothing on, thank you very much.

Mard had a strange habit of stripping her and forcing her to walk around the castle for days at a time if she disobeyed him. She was most definitely not interested in doing that with Jackal around. The damn fox demon was annoying enough as it was without her having the disadvantage of being naked.

Lucy groaned as she got to her feet and laced her fingers with that of the Demon King. His eyes flashed with his victory and he tugged her along, out of her office.

They walked the obsidian and hellstone halls of the castle. She loved the mixture of reds and blacks that made up their home. The hints of gold here and there along with the artwork that she'd requested be acquired had made the place a mix of her and her husband.

She truly did love Mard. Yes, he'd done despicable things before, but he'd told her himself that if he'd had someone to show him that there was light even in the darkness of his heart then he would have never done those things.

He was very attentive to her needs, always anticipating her mood swings from her current state. He did anything and everything he could to make her life easier and show that, although he was wore an expressionless mask, he cared for her deeply.

They stopped in front of a door next to their bedroom and she turned to raise a brow at him. "Our room is over there," She said, gesturing to the larger doors at the end of the hall.

His lips twitched, "We're going into this room. I told you I had something to show you."

Lucy blew out a breath through puffed up cheeks. He was so annoying sometimes. "Why here?"

"Because I said so," He said simply. "Now close your eyes."

The blonde rolled her chocolate eyes but nonetheless closed them.

She heard a door open and felt Mard's strong hands on her shoulders, nudging her through the now open doorway. She allowed herself to be guided into the room and stood, waiting for him to give her the okay to open her eyes.

The moments ticked by and she felt him nuzzle her hair. "Okay," He said. "Open your eyes, love."

Lucy gasped as she took in the room. A cradle made of onyx inlaid with gold etchings in brilliant designs that showcased the spirits of the zodiac lay in a corner. A mobile with planets hung above the crib, shining ever so lightly.

She pressed a hand to her pounding heart as she saw the other fixings of a nursery in the room. Changing table, rocking chair, dresser, a large pile of stuffed animals that looked vaguely like some certain demons she knew.

Lucy turned to her husband with confusion in her eyes. "But… we can't…"

Mard pressed a kiss to her lips and actually smiled the slightest bit. "Why do you think you've been so moody as of late?"

The Celestial Mage was taken aback. What? She was just going through some hormone something or other… wasn't she?

"I spoke with Zeref and he was more than willing to oblige since you were the one to bring Mavis back to him," Mard said as his smile stayed on his face.

Realization dawned on Lucy. She pressed one hand to her stomach and one to her mouth. "You… You mean I'm…"

"We're going to be parents, my dear Queen."

Lucy's eyes went wide and she jumped into her husband's arms, tears flowing freely. She'd accepted long ago that she would never have children when she was turned immortal.

Ten years. She'd been here ten years and she was fine with just the love that her demon showed her. She was perfectly fine not having children if it meant she could stay with this attentive and caring man.

Now… Now she would finally have the one thing she'd always wanted more than anything in her life. A family.