Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail or its characters, that right belongs to Hiro Mashima.


Frost covered the ground outside, and it had both of them staring down at their four-year-old son, Acer (Means Maple, and is poisonous) who looked ready to explode. And from the way his face was turning red, bottom lip jutting out, it would be of epic proportions. He hated to be denied what he wanted. And it didn't help that he was a perfect blend of his parent's temperament and intellect.

Silently Lucy and Cobra played Ro-sham-bo in their heads. Cobra was smirking and backing up as Lucy glared daggers at him. Mentally telling him, he would be kissing her ass later to make up for it. Which Cobra didn't mind; it was how they ended up with Acer before they mated. So, he didn't care what she was thinking about. But the fact that she was displeased with him meant he'd be cold before then.

Bending down, Lucy looked her son in the eye, "Acer, why do you want to play outside in the frost with no shoes or socks?"

At her question, the boy tilted his head to the side, causing his blond hair to fall into his Amethyst eyes, set in caramel colored skin. The way his eyes narrowed as his lip stuck out further didn't bode well at all. But it was clear he was thinking of what he wanted to say before he spoke.

"Because I wanna be an Ice make mage like Uncle Gray and his husband, Lyon. I don't like clothes, they're icky," came his simple reply.

The inside of the house dropped a few degrees as both Lucy and Cobra went still. Cobra was holding back an irritated growl, while Lucy twitched visibly. Her hands were coming out and resting on her little sweeties shoulder, grabbing them firmly. There was no way in hell; she would let her son act like those two. They were exhibitionist, and she would not have one in her own family. So, putting on a smile and taking a deep breath she attempted to calm herself.

"Acer, no!" she stated, her voice dropping a few octaves as she leveled her son with a dark, almost freezing glare.

It had the boy locking up, eyes wide in fear. He knew that tone of voice. Though it had never been directed at him, as it was usually reserved for his Uncles Gray and Natsu, right before they were either kicked through a wall or into the Canal, depending on location. He didn't want his mommy to do that to him.

"Fine. But I don't like shoes and socks," he muttered petulantly, looking wistfully out the back door to the frost covered ground.

With a sharp jerk of his body, he was dislodged and ran to his playroom. Lucy looked up at her mate, who groaned at what she wanted him to do. Knowing full well that if he didn't, he would be warmer sleeping out in their Frost covered yard. And it was mostly his fault their son was spoiled as severely as he was.