Bragging rights
Summary: At the monthly guildmaster meeting Makarov is more than happy to brag about his newborn granddaughter- much to everyone else's irritation.
Follows A Blessed Man
AN: This one focuses on Makarov and is the first not to include Gildarts or Cana. I have this little headcannon that Makarov would brag about Laxus to everyone who would listen when he was a kid, and in this particular world I feel like Cana would definitely be calling him 'grandpa'. Just the thought about him bragging about his grandchildren was just too cute!
Disclaimer: I don't own
Now, normally the monthly guildmaster conferences weren't particularly serious occasions. All of the important things were usually taken care of in the first few hours and the rest of the time was more of a social affair.
The majority of the masters had known each other since they were young themselves, so there was always plenty to talk about. However right now everyone wished that Makarov had a little less to talk about.
"- and you wouldn't believe how alert she is! Barely a month old and so eager to take in the world around her- "
Apparently, Makarov had just received his second grandchild, everyone had been subjected to this sort of thing the first year or so after Laxus had been born but now this new baby-.
"I love the name they wound up choosing, 'Rebecca Arcana' just has such a lovely flow to it- did I mention that they decided to call her 'Cana' for short?"
"Yes." The entire room droned in unison, desperately wanting nothing more than for the short man to shut up- unfortunately he didn't take the hint.
"Well the little darling is so well behaved for a girl this young- hardly ever cries, just always so cheerful- you know she started smiling at three weeks old?"
When it had started with him proudly exclaiming, he had gotten his first granddaughter and passing around pictures of an absolutely adorable baby girl, everyone had been happy for him (still were to be honest), but he. Just. Wouldn't. Shut. Up.
Currently several were contemplating the level of power they would need to put into a sleeping spell to drop him, when someone piped up to try and distract the miniature guildmaster.
"Well how is Laxus doing Makarov?" Goldmine asked somewhat desperately, ready to stop hearing about baby Cana. Unfortunately, he just traded one grandchild for the other.
"Oh, Laxus is doing so much better, he's been responding well to his newest asthma treatments, but the pollen has sent him inside- though he's taken this as an opportunity to improve his reading skills. I tell you he is so intelligent, he did so well in all his classes this year and I tell you-" he kept on extoling the magnificence of his six-year-old grandson (who apparently adored little baby Cana).
Okay- skip the sleeping spell some people were contemplating homicide. Yet knowing this old fool he'd come back as a ghost just so he could keep bragging about his grandchildren.
But despite wanting to hear less about them, everyone had to hide smiles at just how much Makarov loved his grandchildren, guess they'd just have to put up with having to hear every little detail. Their old friend was worth the frustration.