Tales of the Bespectacled

Characters: Laxus/Mirajane, Raijinshuu

Genre: Humor/Romance, T

Summary: In which no shitload of paperwork, salad bowl or whiskey set would get between him and his family that day.

Tales of the Bespectacled

I.

Knock, knock, was the sound that came from the half-open door. Laxus couldn't see who was coming in due to the huge pile of documents in front of him.

"Busy day, Master?" Mirajane's head popped up above his shitload of paperwork.

"As long as Team Natsu keeps destroying things, they'll always be," he grunted, wiping a bead of sweat out of his forehead.

"Oh, darn," the white-haired mage walked around the table and stopped behind his chair, pressing well-trained fingers on the muscles of his shoulders. His back was suddenly released from all tension and he relaxed. "When will you find some time to your wifey?"

"When I'm done killing all those idiots downstairs," he took his glasses off and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "I hate this thing."

"It's supposed to make you read things faster and be done with your work sooner, dear." Her arms slid from his shoulders to his chest and the Dragon Slayer couldn't suppress a shiver when a pair of lips touched the outline of his ear. "And you look pretty hot with them."

Laxus' jaw clenched. "I really can't now, Mira."

"Too bad," she pouted. "I was really looking for spending some time with you today, you know. Just the three of us."

"Wait, what?" The lightning mage disentangled her arms from him so he could tilt his head up and stare directly at her, who had a bright smile plastered on her face. Realization hit him hard, then. "No."

"Yes."

"Are you sure?"

Rummaging in the right pocket of her dress for a couple of seconds, Mirajane took out a pregnancy test with a positive result and dropped it on the table in front of him. He wanted to remark that she put something that she peed on right on the documents that he was supposed to deliver to the Council, but the shock surpassed that information.

"Fuck." Laxus stood up and started walking back and forth inside his office in nervous steps while his wife only stood still, smiling at his reaction. "I want so bad to kiss you right now, but if I do I won't finish this today."

"You have three minions," she stated simply. "Delegate."

"Good idea," he said before storming out of the room and heading downstairs to the table where the Raijinshuu was sat. "Help." Laxus threw the magic reading glasses between their drinks.

"I want your platinum salad bowl," Bickslow shot.

"Done."

"I want your whiskey set," Evergreen soon followed.

"Done."

"No, no, no," Freed crossed his arms in front of his face as a refusal gesture. "No way I'll spent one more sleepless night to take on your responsibilities aga—"

"I'll let you be the godfather of my child."

"Done—wait!" Freed gasped, but Laxus was already out of his reach.

"I said it was going to happen yet this year, Bickslow, you owe me some jewels," Evergreen gave him the smirk of victory as if she hadn't just heard his boss was pregnant.

"Fine," the seith mage retorted grumpily, reaching for his wallet. "But if I can't be the kid's second godfather, then I'll be his godmother."