Drabbles Ala' Gruvia

Pregnancy Test

*This was a request from Tumblr


Gray woke up to breakfast in bed that day and a suspicious Juvia smiling nervously above it.

"It's a very important day, Gray-sama!"

"Another anniversary?"

She pouted. "No… its something even more important than that."

He glanced toward the plate– eggs in a bread basket, milk in a bottle, an empty coffee mug, baby sized fruits– and puzzled. This was for him, so he couldn't have forgotten her birthday. It wasn'this birthday. Maybe the day of the week? Sundays were usually their calmer days, the kind where they stayed in bed late huddled together in the warmth of the blankets and talked or read.

The way Juvia watched him told him that he was supposed to get the hint, and he obviously wasn't. Time to change the subject.

"It looks good." he said, reaching for the the knife and fork Juvia always stored in a long box on the bedtray.

"Wait!" Juvia scrambled around, reaching over the tray with a piece of cloth in hand. "You need your bib first."

"Bib?!"

Gray lifted the offending item up, covered in snowman decals and snowflakes. Seriously? This was getting weird, even for Juvia. What kind of day was s important he needed to wear a bib when he ate breakfast?

He could see her shifting nervously out of the corner of his eye as he reached for the utensll case case. He opened the lid and but his fork and knife were not inside. Instead, there was a long white item with a pink tip. Gray picked it up and turned it around, trying to figure out how the hell he was supposed to eat with it. A small plus sign glared through a window on the stick.

"What the…"

"Gray-sama…." Juvia walked toward him, pot of coffee in hand as she poured it into the empty mug. "Juvia did a pregnancy test…"

It was as if the sound around him stopped and his eyes had zeroed in on the coffee mug she was filling. A pregnancy test? The thing in his hand was a pregnancy test.

Egg in a bread basket– eggs, in the middle of the bread. To present a baby growing in their mother.

Milk in a bottle, because babies drink milk.

Was the fruit supposed to tell him how big it was?!

The cup reacted to the heat and the words "World's Best Dad" appeared across it's once white exterior.

"Happy Father's Day, Gray-sama! We're going to have a baby!"