The day Wendy had informed them, in that matter of a fact tone she got when discussing anything medical, Gajeel had gone through many emotions in the span of around five seconds.
Shock, of course, was the first one. Because he couldn't really believe it. Levy, was pregnant, too soon to tell with what, boy or girl. Either way, their family of two (plus cat) would soon be a family of three, (plus cat.) Everything was going to change drastically, all because of those simple words. And he couldn't quite believe it.
Happiness. He was having a kid. With Levy, the only person he'd ever want to raise a child with. Gajeel would be a father. He and Levy would have a son, or a daughter, teach them how to read, how to do magic. Their heritage, both mage and dragon. They'd have a child and be parents and watch them learn their first word and he'd never just leave them, like his dad did to him. They'd raise their kid together, with a childhood that wouldn't breed distrust. They'd give their kid everything.
Then came the stereotypical nerves. He knew about mood swings and cravings and morning sickness, but there were more serious issues. Like what if something happened to the baby? There were so many birth complications that could happen, so many ways for the child to die before it was even born. Or as it was being born. What if something happened to Levy? Because it happened, death by childbirth. It was by no means unheard of, or even uncommon. Or if something happened to Gajeel himself, and he never got to meet his son/daughter. Or if the kid got hurt after they were born. What if she didn't want a kid? Or…
The guild. His nerves were suddenly replaced by an all-consuming panic. What if Levy got hit while she was pregnant by a wayward table? Or if Natsu somehow managed to break the baby, as he had a scary sort of talent for breaking things. And Levy could be hurt on a mission, and the baby could be killed. Or Levy could be killed, and the kid with her. And even once the child was born, the guild was no place for a baby. There were hazards everywhere, things that could kill an infant or toddler if one wasn't careful. They'd have to be on constant alert. The smallest slip up could end up in fatality…
"Gajeel!" He felt Levy's slim arms wrap around him. She seemed to be crying and laughing. He could feel both his shirt getting wet and her giggles against his chest. He returned the hug, but his mind was occupied on safety measures.
As they walked home together, Gajeel stopped and bent down, looking Levy straight in the eye. "You," he said, "are not stepping foot in the guild until the kid is five or so."
She blinked up at him once, before cracking a smile. "You are ridiculous," she said, and dissolved into hopeless giggles.
Request: Gajevy, first pregnancy
