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Euphorias and Cellphones IV

Natsu smiled as he matched the number that was lighting up his phone to a face; he didn't think he'd ever get tired to her calls.

"Hey, Luce, what's up?"

"Hey, Natsu. Nothin' much. I'm... well, are you doing anything right now?" The pink haired man took one look at his paper that he had yet to edit and shook his head.

"Nothing, really. Why?"

"I just want someone to talk to for a bit," she responded, somewhat sadly. Natsu quirked an eyebrow. He stood up and grabbed his wallet.

"Okay, I'm on my way over."

"Huh- oh, you don't have to come over-"

"I know, but I want to. I'll see you soon, Luce." As he snapped his phone shut, Natsu headed out the door, feeling urgent for some reason. The streetlamps glowed a sombering orange as he jogged towards Lucy's apartment. Reaching the steps, a couple of stories below her room, Natsu caught his breath as he waved a hello to the doorman.

Finally reaching her door, Natsu knocked once and then tried the handle. The door swung open. Natsu's eyes darted around the room, restlessly.

"Lucy!"

"Yes, Natsu?" The said man jumped and turned to his right where Lucy was standing. He smiled and embraced her tightly.

"Everything all right?" The woman in his arms slumped slightly and shook her head.

"No. Thank you for getting here so quickly." Natsu loosed his grip on her and studied her round face.

"What's wrong, Luce?" She leaned her head against his chest and sighed.

"My dad called me. "

".. I take it that's not a normal thing." She chuckled softly, nodding curtly.

"What was the topic of discussion... if I may ask?" Lucy was silent but a moment.

"Me. Well, my mom and me."

"Is your mom well?"

"She died quite a few years ago, Natsu, so in a sense yes."

"Ah... I'm sorry."

"It's okay. I've come to accept it. The years after she died though, my dad and I... never saw eye to eye." The couple moved to Lucy's small living room, sitting down on her couch.

"I used to be a violinist," Natsu raised an eyebrow, "and I was going to play with the symphony. As second chair."

"My dad and I got into an argument about me even going to school- I'll have to tell you about my 'betrothed' sometime- and he broke my violin in half."

"... Okay, I'm not sure what I should be more upset about! The fact that you've got a betrothed or the fact that he just broke a violin like it was nothing!" Lucy smiled, unbelievably happy that Natsu understood the significance of what her father did.

"Anyway, he called earlier. We talked..."

"And?"

"He got the violin fixed."

"... The same one?" She nodded. Having Natsu saying it out loud made the whole situation so much more real. She cried softly.

"He might.. understand how much it meant to me." Lucy leaned into Natsu's chest as he hushed her tears. After a minute she took a deep breath. Natsu eyed her.

"So, now what, Luce?"

"... He said he'd call again. I said I'll pick up." Natsu laughed loudly.

"Lucy, that's good. Hell, that's great." He kissed her on the forehead and smiled.

"Now, who the fuck is this betrothed of yours?"

Levi fiddled with the hem of her shirt and glanced up at her.

"No way."

She smiled; she knew she shouldn't have worried.

"No fucking way!" Lucy screamed and jumped up in down, grabbing Levi's hands.

"When the hell did this happen?"

"About a couple of days ago..."

"LEVI! You're getting married! Why didn't you tell me right away?"

"You've been a bit preoccupied, dummy." Lucy nodded and then hugged her best friend tightly.

"Levi, you know what this means right?" The blue haired woman shook her head, confused.

"There's going to be little Gazilles running around all over the place!"

"LUCY!"

Erza quickly braided her hair and patted down her dress.

"You're gorgeous," Gerard said, leaning against their door frame.

"Thank you. Are you ready to go?" Gerard smiled and wrapped an arm around his wife's waist in response. Erza sighed breathily.

"Can we just tell Mirajane? She'll be able to tell everyone in less than an hour.." Gerard nuzzled his wife's neck and snickered.

"It loses some of it's luster if we don't tell everyone ourselves, Erza." She inhaled slowly.

"Okay. Let's go before I change my mind."

"We're expecting."

Gray's normally pale complexion turned an even whiter sheen. Natsu looked from the red head to her husband for a second before laughing loudly.

"That's awesome! Whoa, I can see little Erzas and Gerards running around everywhere!" A swift punch to his gut shut him up.

"Shut up, Natsu."

"Congratulations, you two!" Erza nodded gracefully to the woman she had met just minutes before. Her name was Lucy and she was crazy enough to call Natsu her's.

"How far along are you?"

"About seven weeks."

"That's wonderful; call me if you ever need to escape from Gerard. I've only been with Natsu for a week or so, but I feel like I'll need a good escape plan." Natsu pulled the blonde in his arms and proceded to mess her hair up. She elbowed him in the chest, but he just brushed it off and kissed her cheek.

"Gross!" Gray smiled, devilishly.

"Keep that up and you'll end up like those two," he grumbled, jerking a thumb at Erza and Gerard.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Violent and pregnant." Erza kicked him in the head. Gerard had never laughed so hard.

Needless to say, telling their friends was probably the best and worst idea ever concocted.

Gazille's normally apathetic facade cracked as he beamed at Levi.

"It was really embarrassing, you ass, don't make fun of me." Kissing her had never felt better.

"If I didn't make fun of you, I would cease to be. It's like oxygen for me. Does she approve?"

"Of course; it's Lucy... So, did you hear?"

"Hear what?"

"Erza's pregnant."

"Really? Wow. Oh god, I don't want to imagine that."

"You're telling me..." Gazille suddenly turned on his fiancee an ominous glint in his dark eyes.

"So, how many kids are we gonna have?"

Levi didn't have time to respond before he kissed her, laughing.

... please don't kill me :D I've not given up, my dears! I know this is short, but it's to get me back into the swing of things. I'm going to be better about writing. I hope everyone's been well! I'm currently standing at a crossroads in my life; the fact that I just typed that proves it. Making decisions that affect the rest of my life is slightly daunting to this seventeen-year-old.

Wish me luck.

P.S. I really like people. That includes you; but not you, didjeridoo-robot.

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