They never talked about what was going to happen. Let alone about what they wanted to happen. Both walking on eggs, desperately trying not to trigger some unexpected issue in the other. It was hard with all that was happening these days. Levy being pregnant and more and more people knowing about what sort of relationship they truly had. They escaped a few talks about it to be true.
The day Lisanna asked if she was planning on marrying him someday, Mirajane spat her tea out.
The day the Master asked if he was planning on introducing her officially to him as his girlfriend someday, Laxus almost choked on his beer.
They laughed about it quite honestly each day after, when they were both alone in his living room, him only in his jeans and her wearing one of his t-shirts and wandering his apartment for some clean underwear. They even made a few joke about what dress she should wear, the apple pie she should bring and the drawers he should cleanup for her.
It took one girls' night, two long island iced teas, and one vodka shot for Mirajane to appear freaking out at his door. But it only took two beers and fifteen minutes of her overly stressed chatter for him to start shouting about it, and seventeen minutes for them to fight over it. After half an hour of constant yelling and way more making-up on his couch, they didn't reach an idea of what their future may look like, but at least they agreed to let the others worry about such things.