Sun-blessed

Characters: Laxus/Mirajane

Genre: Family, K

Summary: How lucky she was to have her own tiny piece of the sun.

Sun-blessed

Mirajane switched the key inside the lock and grabbed the doorknob with slowness uncharacteristic of her own. It has been a tiresome day. A tiresome week, a tiresome month, maybe a whole tiresome year and she couldn't recall the last time she didn't feel exhausted, like she could drop dead on the floor at any moment.

It wasn't as if she wasn't used to carry the weight of the world upon her shoulders, but lately it seemed too heavy of a burden, too much caring for other people's problems, too many restless nights in the middle of an insatiable crowd. Sometimes she wondered why she had to donate herself so badly to others so she could feel whole. Was it just pure selflessness or was it needing of affection?

Slowly, she pushed the door open and dragged her feet inside. The living room curtains were closed, but the last rays of sunlight could still easily trespass the delicate fabric and fill the room with warmth. Letting a long sigh escape from her lips, she embraced that feeling.

Not too far from where she stood came light popping noises. Her head turned to follow that sound with mild curiosity as she took her shoes off with no hurry.

Laxus was lying on the couch and resting between his bare torso and bent knees was their two-month old daughter, a small thing with hair so blond it was almost white and big blue eyes that shone like two pearls whenever she happy. There was this big, goofy smile on her face, a smile that compensated the lack of teeth for being just as bright, as her father snapped his fingers to make tiny sparkles of lightning dance in the air near her belly. Every time she tried to catch then before they disappeared, she threw her feet in the air.

Mirajane melted down instantly as if everything was being washed off of her and moved towards the couch. She could see Laxus' bliss, the tiny curl the corner of his lips made, dirty-blond eyelids only barely opened and unruffled peace in his usually stormy eyes as their baby closed tiny fingers around his much larger one.

In that moment, so simple yet so meaningful, she realized that no matter how much she thrived and she suffered and she carried, there was nothing in this universe that could ever surpass the gratefulness she felt for having her own little piece of sunshine, so small yet so bright, so innocent, so perfect.

Laxus' eyes turned to meet hers and Mirajane's feet moved on their own to reach them and crawl towards her husband's warm embrace. She smiled with the feeling of gentle lips touching her forehead and thought that everything that had led her life to that moment, every tragedy, every fight, every tear shed was worth it. Worth of that tiny little moment, when her daughter was looking at her with eyes that mirrored her own as if she meant her everything too.

And she couldn't – wouldn't – have it any other way.

A/N: Hello! I know I haven't been around for a while, but don't worry, I haven't abandoned anything yet! I'm just a little busy and out of my muse lately, but please be patient with me (or not, I don't care LOL). :)