"Juvia Lockser is unable to answer your call at this moment. Please leave Juvia a messa—"
Laxus sighed again, loudly, before he hang up the phone. He called her numerous time and she never answered. He went to the train station, searching for Juvia, but she wasn't there. Had she gone with Gray? Was it too late for him?
He toyed nervously with the box in his pocket that held the engagement ring that he chose with Lucy. He had taken to carrying the ring with him wherever he went just in case the opportunity presented itself for him to ask Juvia for her hand. He planned to propose her yesterday, but she was sleeping earlier when he got home. He planned to propose again tonight, but she stormed out of the house to chase the love of her life. This woman was insane, and she drove him crazy. He wouldn't even think to propose her if she's not carrying his child. But it's only his job to make sure his child and the mother of his child were well taken care of.
He parked the car on the empty street, and just sat there for a while to calm his mind. His phone rang shortly, and he frantically grabbed his phone. He saw her name on his phone.
"Juvia," he almost shouted as he answered the phone.
But his eyes widened as he heard a very familiar, tender voice that's not Juvia's.
"Hey Laxus, how are you?"
His heart started hammering. "Mi— Mira?" He tried to sound normal, but his voice trembled.
He heard a tiny giggle came from between her lips. "You still remember me?"
Before he found out that Juvia was pregnant with him, he always pictured Mirajane's sweet, loving face smiling at him when he woke up in the morning. He still remembered his ex-wife used to like jasmine flowers, and whenever he smelled the scent, it always brought some damn good memories. When he thought he eventually had his dream came true, Mirajane had miscarriage and she filed for divorce. He had always wanted to reconcile his marriage with her. However, she cut off all ties and contacts with him after she filed for divorce.
He was a brilliant, successful director. He unintentionally amassed more wealth, but his life was empty. He would have gladly given everything away in exchange for his family. He was worried about her and constantly thinking of her. She declined all means of financial support from him after the divorce. He had everything in abundance, and he wish he could share it with her, so she didn't have to go back to her old job.
She couldn't just stay at home, be a trophy wife or work in the office. She had been working as a bartender and a model since she was graduating from high school and that's her life choice.
Life choice that Laxus could never understand.
He closed his eyes. His heart ached, thinking of her. There was a long pause. He cleared his throat before he asked, quietly. "Where's Juvia?"
"I found her at the train station. I was thinking to take her to her place, but she fainted, so I am taking her to my place."
Another long pause. "Where are you now?"
This time there was a brief pause over the phone.
"I am surprised that you haven't changed the key."
He knew what she was talking about.
It was a house they used to occupy together as a married couple. He left everything as it was before she's gone. He didn't even bother to change the key, thinking that she would come back to him eventually.
There were times when Laxus used to go to their house after the divorce. He would close his eyes and yearned for her presence. That's the place where he would relive their memories. He tried to reach her plenty of times, but she never answered the phone. Decided that his dream to reconcile their marriage was over, he went on several dates with many different ladies. However, it never went further than dinner— until his one night stand with Juvia that resulted in her pregnancy. He decided to start over his life and sell their house.
"I'm selling the house," was his brief answer.
"I know."
Another long pause. "I'll be there, then," said Laxus before he hang up the phone.
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He took a long look at the front of his house. He didn't remember when was the last he visited this place. It never crossed his mind again that he would have to put his step on this house again.
He knocked the door. He didn't even know why he needed to knock his own house. But he just did.
Mirajane opened the door with a warm smile. "Laxus, Juvia's in our room."
Our room— how he hated that word coming from her mouth!
"Does she have fever?" he asked calmly.
Mirajane shook her head and walked towards the bedroom. "She's good. I changed her soaked clothes, and she's sleeping now."
He followed her to the bedroom, only to find Juvia was sleeping soundly in Mirajane's sleeping robe— that he once bought for his ex-wife.
He then picked her sleeping body up. "Thank you for taking her," he said quietly, didn't want to wake Juvia up. "But you'd better leave today. This house is on sale."
Her eyes were clear and unafraid. "Well, I'll be leaving soon. I just miss this place. It's used to be our home," she said, her voice thick with emotion.
His chest clenched. Her words struck him deep.
"What do you want?" he asked, his tone rough with emotions he must not yield to.
"I wish I knew what I wanted," she answered. There was a small note of sadness in her voice.
He made a mistake of allowing his eyes to meet hers. He saw the warmness and sadness in her pretty brown eyes, and felt the attraction, the passion. All the wonderful things they had once shared.
Just when he decided he didn't want to get involved with her anymore!
He reminded himself that he's no longer a careless, thoughtless young man who decided things based on feelings nor hormones.
He made commitment to marry the mother of his daughter, and he would be a fool to get involved with his ex-wife. After all, it was Mirajane who didn't want him in her life. But she easily stirred emotions he couldn't risk feeling.
This woman was dangerous.
Without saying another word, Laxus turned away from Mirajane and walked out the door of the bedroom without bothering to shut the door behind him.
a/n: is anyone still reading this?