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To think, this story is almost done! Who would expect this story to be this close to finishing. I can't believe it! I'm so sad! I love LaxAna though! Honestly, I think this is the longest chapter I've written for this story, but I had a lot I needed to do!

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'Your wife's acidity levels are through the roof. This is most probably because of the amount of alcohol she consumes. Ultimately, this is causing an inflammation in her liver. The good thing is that she has not yet developed cirrhosis- the final phase of alcoholic liver disease. Since she has not reached that point, she can still improve the condition of her liver. What she must do is avoid highly acidic foods, such as citrus fruits, spices, processed foods and especially alcohol.'

Laxus sighed deeply, remembering what the doctor had told him. He tried to shake the thought away, but at the same time he couldn't. He wasn't sure why, but he felt like it was his duty to protect her. Since visiting hours were over, he decided to go home.

The one thing he couldn't completely understand was the feeling of nostalgia he felt with Cana during the party. It was like something deep down told him to always protect her, not just as a husband, but as a friend.

Then there was also the fact that Cana acted like she hated him for no reason at all. What could he have done to make her hate him? Groaning in frustration, Laxus decided to kill some time by cleaning his house. It looked like a pigsty. He started with picking up items from the ground and during that moment, he came across an unfamiliar teal notebook. Instinctively opening it, he stared down at the first page.

December 23, 2011.

Is it wrong that even now I still think about him? Despite the nature my relationship with Bacchus has become, he still invades my thoughts.

I feel so wrong. Every single time I get intimate with Bacchus, he still comes to my head. I was a fucking kid back then, yet I still love him. What kind of curse is this?

And to think, he doesn't even remember me. Whenever I see him around the city, he looks at me like I'm some sort of common man. I mean we grew up together, for fuck's sake. I sometimes wonder if that will ever change. I wonder if he'll ever remember me and realize who I am.

Then again, his almost putrid relationship with Manhattan's biggest Bitch seems pretty serious. Damn it. It kills every inch of my pride, to still think of him like this. It drives me up the wall to think that I still dream of his beautiful eyes staring at me with depths of emotion, calling me his woman. I still wish that he would come to me, and tell me he remembers. I wish he would tell me that he loves me.

I don't look like a freak anymore. Braces are gone. Contact lenses are in. My tits are fucking huge. Why is it that he still doesn't notice me?

I really do wish, that someday he will notice me. I really hope, that he admits he loves me soon before I start falling for Bacchus, for real.

Cana.

Laxus stared at the book, feeling a hint of guilt for reading her deepest confessions. Whoever this he was, he really did manage to hurt the girl. Laxus shook his head, trying to understand why it even mattered. He looked in his room, opening the drawer on the night table, to put the journal there.

When he opened the drawer, his eyes met with a mountain of what appeared to be diaries. He was met with a dilemma: should he open her journals and read who the he was, or should he just let his curiosity eat at him.

He knew the right thing to do was to just put her journal with the rest and pretend he never read it, but at the same time, he wanted to know who it was that was bothering his wife so much. A part of him really wanted to help her feel happy again.

Giving into his curiosity, Laxus decided to open her fuzzy pink diary. On the cover of the book, a big heart was found with the word princess inside the heart.

He opened it up, only for his eyes to meet with the large writing of a child.

June 6, 1999

Dear Diary.

I want to name you. Your name is Ashley! Today, daddy took me to his friend's house. His friend is an old man. I am taller than daddy's friend. Daddy's friend had a grandson. His name is Laxus. We went to play in the park. He pushed me on the swing. He even pushes better than daddy.

But when he left me alone, a big meanie pants pushed me off. It made me cry because I hurt my hand. Laxus saw the blood and got mad at the meanie. He asked the meanie what he was doing. The meanie got mad and said taking my swing. Laxus pushed the meanie off the swing. Then Laxus came to me. He hugged me and told me to stop crying. Laxus said he would always keep me safe. He promised to make sure no meanies hurt me. I love him. Laxus is my hero!

From Cana.

Laxus stared at the girl's diary entry. The first thought that ran through his head was why he couldn't remember the story. How old was he at the time. It was nearly 14 years ago, meaning Laxus was seven and Cana was five at the time.

While he was thinking about it, an image of a tiny girl flashed in his head. She was wearing a bright blue dress and had long brown hair.

"Come on Laxus, let's play!" the girl excitedly screamed.

Laxus laughed at the excited child. "Ok, let's go to the park!" Laxus told her as he led the way.

"Stop walking so fast!" the girl whined, trying to catch up. He turned back to stare at the little girl who was trying to catch up with him. Once she caught up to him she looked at him with a big smile, "Hold my hand! That way you won't go too fast."

Laxus did as he was asked, blushing in the process. He knew if his friends saw this they would definitely stay away from him. Touching a girl meant he had cooties. He was definitely going to take a bath after this one.

Just who exactly was that girl from 14 years ago and why did she come to his mind the moment he read Cana's diary entry? Laxus hated the idea of being so oblivious to his past. The prime reason it never bothered him before was because he never thought about it, but thinking about it now, made him wonder what was up.

Almost instinctively, Laxus pulled out another journal. This one was an ocean blue. If it would help him understand her better, then maybe it was worth invading her privacy.

February 16, 2006

It's funny really, how I chose this book. The color just drew me in and I wasn't entirely sure why. That is, until I saw his eyes. This book is the same color as his eyes.

I think he really did become a huge part of my life. Ever since that day, he became my best friend. What's strange is that I told him I loved him back then, and here I am, 7 years later, and I think I actually have feelings for him. I think I'm actually in love with Laxus.

Can you really blame me? He's the most popular kid in school and everyone likes him. He's smart, funny and strong. He plays soccer at school and has the most attractive laugh. But there was more to him than all that. He has such a deep character. Especially after what happened with his father, no one really understands him.

No one except me. I think I'm the only person who actually understands him.

Who am I kidding? How could Laxus Dreyar love Cana Alberona? He's the school dream boy and I'm…a loser. I guess I could always just give up…right? I'll forget about him.

I mean, after what he did to my Valentine's Day present, I'm not sure I can forgive him. Ever. Laxus Dreyar. My first love and first heartbreak.

Fuck love and fuck heartbreak.

Cana.

Laxus stared at the journal entry, wide eyed. At first, he was hoping it was just her shying away, but it was nothing like that. Laxus realized that he was actually a jack ass to her. The strange realization brought a sunken feeling down in the pit of his stomach.

He remembered the exact words he said. The words she was referring to. The words that broke her heart.

"You love me?" Laxus asked embarrassed.

"Y-yeah," Cana stammered.

He took the necklace, and squeezed it in his left hand. With his right hand, he gather snow, forming it into a small ball.

"And this is a symbol of your love?" Laxus asked, holding up the lightning bolt.

When Cana nodded, Laxus pushed the necklace into the snowball in his hand. He threw it away, as far as he could. "Well that's what I think of your love!" Laxus laughed running back to his friends.

He looked back, seeing the girl's face full of tears. Everything in him wanted to run back to her and say he loved her too. How could he? Raijinshuu would never let him live it down if he got with the metal mouth, Miss four eyes.

"So what did the four eyes say?" Bixlow asked, as he stuck his tongue out.

"Nothing," Laxus replied nonchalantly.

"You sure, it's Valentine's Day. She probably made a confession," Freed responded to Laxus, keeping a calm voice.

"Of course it was a confession. I'm surprised it didn't end with you two kissing," Evergreen teased, as she moved her green hair away from her eyes.

"Like I'd ever like a four eyes like her!" Laxus snorted, slightly blushing at the thought.

"Hey! What's wrong with glasses," Evergreen confronted, hurt lurking in her words.

"Nothing's wrong with the way you wear them. Cana's glasses are too big for her face. Yours makes you look sexy," Laxus responded, causing Evergreen to furiously blush.

Laxus tried to shake the thought away. The only reason he rejected her was because he felt stupid. Everyone would tease him about Cana and it made him feel like a fool if he said yes, especially considering he denied liking her every single time someone teased him about it. He had to pretend he didn't like her. If Raijinshuu found out, they wouldn't praise him anymore.

And in all honesty, Laxus regretted doing that to her for a long time. It was because of his actions, that Laxus became a cold person in high school. He had one reason for being who he was. He only spoke to women for one reason, and one reason only. To have sex so he could forget her.

Laxus realized that every day of his ninth grade, he tried to forget her because of the guilt and regret. He hated that he hurt Cana to such an extent. When Laxus ran off, he remembered looking back to see the tears stream down her face. Everything in him wanted to run back and return her feelings. He regretted rejecting her because he knew deep down, that he loved her too. He always knew it.

Ever since he first saw her, he felt a fluttering in his stomach. When she first held his hand, he felt his face heat up. When he saw those people push Cana off the swings, anger completely overwhelmed Laxus and he did everything he could to protect her.

I promise I will always protect you!

He was seven years old when he made that promise, and when he turned 14, he broke the promise. Everything in him wanted to forget the overwhelming guilt he felt. And he succeeded in forgetting too, until now.

Reading her journal entry brought back all the feelings he had once felt. Laxus knew, for a fact that Cana was always the girl of his dreams. He forgot her. He didn't know how, but he managed to forget Cana. Here he was, seven years after that incident remembering every second of it.

But the reality of the situation was that they were different now. Cana was no longer the vulnerable, scared little girl. She grew up to be a strong woman. She was the definition of sexy. A part of him, deep down cared about her.

Laxus sighed deeply, as he took out her newest journal, curiosity filling him. It was July when he married her and he wanted so desperately to know if Cana still loved him.

He turned to the latest journal entry, marked over a year ago.

May 22, 2012.

Here I am, months since I've first started seeing Bacchus and I think I'm in love with him. I actually think he might be the one to set me free from the burden in my heart known as Laxus Dreyar. The only issue is, I still love Laxus- truly madly and deeply. All I can do now is hope. Hope that I will forget the jack ass and remain happy with Bacchus. I need to get over Laxus because realistically, it will never happen. He is now just a memory. Nothing more. Nothing less.

It needs to stay that way. He doesn't need to be what I considered my soul mate because he isn't. He's just a jack ass.

Bacchus will be the one for me. I know it! He has to be. For the sake of my sanity.

Cana A.

How was it, that seven years later, he felt a jumping feeling in the pit of his stomach at the very thought of the brunette?

Why was it, that every sense in his body found her outrageously sexy?

Why, in the name of the Statue of Liberty, did he want to not only dominate the perfect curves of her body, but also love her in ways he never loved before?

He wanted to take her on romantic dates and whisper sweet things in her ear. He wanted to show her that she was the only girl of relevance to him.

At this very moment, Laxus regretted telling Cana he wanted an open relationship. He regretted making her feel completely and utterly unloved by him. He stared at the page of her journal, rereading it, making sure that he had read right. He groaned out loud, as he closed the journal, placing it with the rest of her things.

As much as he wanted to be like a husband to her, he knew she was over him by now. It was only natural. He had moved on too, considering he had a steady relationship with Minerva. He was only Cana's husband by name, not by actions.

It was his fault, since one of the first things he had suggested to her was to have an open relationship. Not once did he treat her like someone he should care about. But after all his feelings for her resurfaced, he realized that he was wrong but it didn't matter, since it was he who made the foolish suggestion to be in an open relationship.

But damn, was she hot. There was no denying that her sun kissed skin and curvaceous body was enough to make a man's mind fantasize doing things to her. And after that kiss they shared, Laxus could officially say he was added to that list of men. The way her tongue took control in his mouth, kissing him feverishly was truly enciting.

Kissing her on the couch would only be better. Her body glued atop of his as she circled her hips onto his groin. She would grind on him hard causing her breasts would rub against his chest. Laxus would have his hands reach down to her backside, squeezing it hard, causing his sexy wife to shriek instinctively.

Her tongue would trace around his muscles, working their way down. She would trace down his abs, with her warm, moist tongue, leaving a lingering feeling with every motion her tongue made. She would lick her way down until she reached the muscles before his nine inches of pride.

"Damn it," Laxus mumbled, shaking his head to push away the fantasy. He could feel the blood rush down to his core, concluding the fact that he needed to get laid. As much as he wanted Cana to be the one to please him, she wouldn't be. He was the one that made their relationship the way it was and he had to live with it. He would have to live with the fact that he could never have Cana the way he desired. Since he was in an open relationship, Laxus was free to use any slut he wanted to but Laxus was in no mood to fuck some random bitch off the streets.

Instead, he decided to take the easier route and chose the reason he made his married life so ridiculous. Despite the fact that Minerva acted like a good for nothing, jealous bitch, he could really use that exotic, lingering feeling her feather like touch left on him. Not only that, but Minerva was a hell of a lot easier to seduce compared to some random ass chick in the club.

He took out his cell phone and made the call. "Minerva, Cana's in the hospital. You free to come over?" he asked, feeling like it's been all too long since he treated that lightning rod of his.


Lol, I actually named my Diary Ashley when I was a kid! I was so cool :P.

See you in two weeks! I hope you enjoyed this chapter.