A/N: I'm back! :D Here's a short update. Sorry if it was just this long and divided into two parts again :( The file was corrupted just when I was almost done, so I had to rewrite half of it once again. I wasn't able to narrate it into detail the way I did that's why the scene with Wnedy and last two POVS are too short. This chapter is kind of a...umm...contains a dirty scene, if that's how I should describe it XD Most of you are guessing if it was Simon. Hmm, is he? Find out in the next few chapters. I know flashback scenes of Erza being kind of raped can be depressing, but bear with me please. I'm trying to balance the story with some humor and comedy.

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PS: I have a new story, "Dear Jellal". I would really appreciate if you guys also support it :D

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Jellal

I just got home with Wendy after we had breakfast together in a pancake house nearby where I'm working. We weren't able to make a decent breakfast before we left earlier, and I don't want to cook by the time we get home. I can't cook, not even a decent sunny-side up. I don't wanna experience cooking food like what I did when Erza was in college. It was hell for me. But God, I feel hungry every minute in this body. I'm not a heavy-eater and yet it feels like every bite I swallow gets stolen by our son. If this keeps going on, I can tell our stock of food will ran out. I can't even walk the way I used to. Her stomach is so heavy as fuck. When is this gonna end? I can't stand inside Erza's body anymore.

Wendy and I both stepped out of the car after I parked it inside the garage. Balancing became quite difficult for me since I swapped bodies with Erza. I always feel urge to hang on something as I walk or else I might lose balance and fall on the floor, and I wouldn't want that to happen. Wendy skipped upstairs to her bedroom right after I unlocked the front for with key, and me, I felt like the couch was pulling me like magnet. I quickly went to the living area where I carefully sat and laid down like what I usually do whenever I feel tired or lazy.

I put both Erza's hands behind her nape to rest my head. I missed how it feels to have a weekday-off from work. Sundays became my only day-off from work ever since Minerva stated to promote and hooking up with me. I don't know get why Erza is complaining for being a housewife. I mean, she's just gonna cook, clean the house and do other household chores, unlike mine that I have to deal with different kinds of rich asshole businessmen who taunts non-board members as if they own everything. This is the first day wherein we have to actually work differently. I'm nervous of what could she be doing at work? Does she interact formally and professionally like what I told her to do so? How is she doing in the presentation? Is the presentation done by this moment and is it successful? How is she with Minerva along with the other board members? I hurt her so badly because of Minerva, and I believe there might be some time she lose her temper and do something terrible to Minerva. I did tell her not to do tackle Minerva, not with my body and identity, but I never know what she might be doing and how she is interacting with Minerva? I hope she won't do something to mess up with Minerva, I really hope she won't.

I took the remote and turned on the TV. Disney channel popped on the screen. Maybe Wendy watched before we left earlier. I kept pressing the remote button to switch channels yet I can't find a show that is interesting. But I stopped on HBO when I saw Game of Thrones on air. I haven't watched this show in a while. I've lost in touch with the story already. Anyway, the scene suddenly turned to the part where Daenerys and Droggo consummate their marriage. Oh, so it's a replay episode. I suddenly felt hot with what I'm watching. Ugh…fuck Daenerys and her banging-body. When was the last time I got laid on? Nine months ago before Erza got pregnant? And I was even too drunk to remember doing it with her. The scene turned me on more when Droggo started stripping off Daenerys' clothes and exposed her body. God, why this time? I need to get off this feeling. But, fucking how?! I'm in my wife's body.

I kept on watching the scene, until I couldn't handle the feeling anymore. I NEED TO GET OFF.

"I'm sorry, Erza." I whispered to myself before I slipped her hand underneath the hem of her maternity dress. Do I have to do this? This is her body. I'm in it, but why do I feel like I'm going to molest her or something? I shook off her head to erase that thought, instead, I continued slipping in her hand inside her undies. What the-? My thoughts and dirty imagination made her wet. I'm really sorry, Erza, but I'm just a man stuck inside his wife's body. "Oh, Daenerys…why do this to me?" I let out a sigh.

(DISCLAIMER: I'm not fan of Game of Thrones, but I did watch the first season like four or five years ago. I can't remember how long the scene was wherein Daenerys and Droggo consummated their marriage. Just bear with me please XD And I have no idea if the time slot of GOT is morning, I only watched it online. No hate from GOT fans please)

"Mama?" I suddenly heard a little voice behind.

Fuck.

I almost jumped off the couch from lying down as I saw Wendy standing behind the couch. I was torn between turning off the TV with an adult scene over taking Erza's hand off her undies. I withdrew her hand from her undies and immediately attempted to turn the TV off with the remote. But the goddamn remote wouldn't cooperate by jumping off from my hand. "HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" I panicked, while trying to reach the remote from the carpeted floor. I finally turned the TV off as I succeeded in reaching for the remote despite of having a heavy stomach after few attempts.

I took a deep breath before I forced a smile at Wendy and pretended as if I wasn't doing anything…dirty. "Wendy…I thought you're gonna, you know, play with your dolls upstairs?"

"But I wanna play with you like what we usually do. I thought you're going to follow me upstairs." She said, as if she was making me feel guilty for not going with her.

"Oh, right…Mama is kind of tired. I want to rest for the whole day, is that okay?" I forced the sweet voice Erza always use with her.

"Oh…okay." She slightly nodded with a disappointment in her voice. "Can I play with my baby brother instead?" Then her voice suddenly sounded excited. P-play? H-how will she effin' play with her baby brother inside Erza's womb? Somebody educate me how, please.

She quickly sat beside me. "Hey, little bro, how are you doing?" She suddenly spoke to Erza's big belly and sticked her ear on it. In less than a minute, I started to feel once again that uneasy movements the baby makes inside. Here we go again. "Mama, he kicked!"

Great, I'll find it hard to sit, stand and walk normally once again. Do you know how disturbing every kick is for me?

Wendy just kept talking to Erza's belly, as if the baby was already born and the baby could understand her. I just sat there, while she 'plays' with her unborn little brother. She read him one of her favorite fairy tale books and played Doctor while she keeps using a stethoscope on her Mama's belly. At first, I kind of find her interaction with her Mama weird in a way she is too clingy. But then I'm starting to realize she is such a sweet girl. Maybe she really is close to Erza even if she had to leave for years to go to college, their relationship as mother and daughter didn't drift apart. I wish ours didn't also. Then, I start to ask myself about the last time Wendy was this close to me? I could hardly recall the last time she's been clingy and sweet to me as she was right now to 'Erza'. It's been a while since the last time we talked for long and played. I feel a lot guilty for spanking her last week just because she did something wrong, for not being able to attend her recognition day at school and so many things.

Here she is right now, she fell asleep beside me. She probably woke up too early that's why she felt sleepy. I brushed her long blue hair with Erza's fingers. I missed bonding with her. I'm kind of thankful that I swapped bodies with Erza, I got the chance to spend time with her again. Now I also feel guilty for once calling her a "mistake" and "burden" as well as her unborn brother. She was never a mistake. She was the fruit and symbol of my love for Erza. She was the reason I became matured, responsible and wise decision-maker at a young age. Having her taught me lot of things. I became courageous when I found out she was growing inside Erza's womb. Courageous to fight for Erza and her. There are so many things I never thought I could do because she came into this world. She was one of my source of strength to fight for my love for Erza before. She was one of the best things that ever happened in my life. I wouldn't forget the day I first heard her cries and held her into my arms.

There are so many thoughts running inside my head about my family. I just cherished the moment I'm together with my two children, until I didn't realized I fell asleep on the couch with them.

Anonymous

I stood outside of their house as I step out from my car. I followed them all the way from the pancake house. So, this is where she lives? Now I can finally check on her time to time. She can't hide from me from now on. Once again, I'll be able to take a glance at her beauty and presence. I miss her so much. I wonder how will she react if she sees me? Does she still hate me for what happened? Or will she think of the best part of what happened between us instead?

I laid her on her bed, half-asleep.

"Jellal…" She mumbled that name of the man I hated the most. It hurts, every time she'll say that man's name. My hatred and jealousy triggered me.

I took my phone and set it in recording mode. I placed it on the desk beside her bed. This is what 'mistress' told me to do as well. I'll get paid as well for what I'm going to do.

I positioned my body on top of her and stared at her seductive beauty. Love and lust had taken me over. I started stripping off her clothes, then mine. "I'll make you scream my name this time. I'll make you forget that man by making love with you…" I whispered on her ear before I started kissing, touching and forcing myself in her. And so I succeeded, the room was filled with echoes of her pleasurable scream and moan for my name.

This isn't the perfect time. I'll wait for the perfect moment for us to reunite. Just wait, my love.

Jellal

"No…please, don't."

"I don't want to…"

"Jellal, please, no…" Erza cried helplessly while trying to struggle from the man on top of her who was forcing himself on her. I can't see the man's face. All I know is that I'm in Erza's body and was able to experience being mercilessly undressed and forced to make love.

I quickly opened my eyes (Erza's originally), only to find myself dreaming about the same scene once again. I just took a nap yet I dreamed about the same scene like last night. I'm always having Erza's dreams. It was awful. I'm a monster. I was too drunk to remember and now I could replay all those scenes through her dreams.

Did I really traumatize her that much?

I was about to stand up and get myself a glass of water. But I forgot about it and the dream as well in one snap when I spot blood on sleeping Wendy's shorts. "Wendy? Wendy, oh God!" I cussed and lifted her legs a little, only to find more blood between her thigh. I quickly took my phone to call Erza.