Note: sorry for the late chapter, working on my other story's update as well, been helping someone move and dealing with a jam-packed schedule lately.

"Are you sure, my boy?" Makarov asked Laxus, the early morning meeting in his office at his grandson's request had been unexpected but his purpose was even more surprising.

"Yes, I am absolutely sure," Laxus held a serious look as he began his explanation " I need to change something, although my body is healed up I know that continuing my normal work would be hard for Juvia and with only about two months left until the baby comes I gotta change something quickly."

"It is admirable indeed, but I want to ensure you are taking into consideration the amount of work that comes with this decision."

"I have thought about everything, Gramps," he said, "But, I don't want any word of this to get out until the transition is complete, extra stress isn't going to be good for Juvia at this point."

"Agreed, for now we can say you're doing mission research for me and postpone the announcement until the preparations are done." Makarov pushed a document across the desk, "sign this and we will begin." Laxus penned his name to the contact swiftly, Makarov smiled, "congratulations, my boy, you're going to make a strong and dedicated guild master," letting a chuckle break out he continued, "and I am looking forward to my retirement, it is long overdue."

Juvia sat on the edge of the bed softly sniffling in her bra and panties, her large belly had grown to the point that is ow inhibited her ability to move easily or comfortably breathe. Laxus entered their bedroom to find her wiping her red splotchy face with a crumpled shirt. "What's wrong?" he asked moving to her side.

"Nothing fits anymore, even my largest dress won't zip and I don't have anything to wear to go shopping for anything new. How is it that something fit yesterday and now it's all too small," she threw the tearstained shirt onto the floor," all of it!"

"Alright," he didn't know what to say but knowing how her hormones had been lately he knew he had to tread carefully, "Why don't you take a bath and I will figure something out."

Juvia sniffed and pouted, "okay." Laxus watched as she slowly rose from the bed and made her way into the bathroom before he pulled out his portable communication lacrima and began thinking of anyone that could help him solve this. Alzack popped into his head. Of course, he'd called on that man more in the last few months that the rest of his time in the guild combined. Clicking on the name Laxus waited for his new pseudo-mentor to answer.

"Hello?"

"Hey Alzack, sorry to bother you but I need advice."

"What's going on man?" Alzack asked, Laxus could hear his daughter playing in the background.

"Juvia says nothing in her entire closet fits, how do I fix this?"

"I'll bring by the bod of Bisca's bigger maternity clothes, It'll be fine." Alzack laughed, "I remember how stuff like that could throw off our whole day, it all happens so fast."

"It does," he agreed, "Thanks man, I appreciate it."

"No problem."

Before Juvia finished her bath Alzack had dropped by leaving the box of clothes, quickly running back home before he was missed at his own home. Moments later Juvia emerged holding a towel around her body attempting to cover as much of her growing body as possible.

"What's this?" she asked peeling open the flaps of the box she found resting on the edge of their bed.

"Some clothes for you to try, hopefully you will find a few things to work until we can get you some more."

"Oh," Juvia removed the items from the box one by one holding some of them up to her for reference, Laxus noticed that Bisca's clothes were notably more revealing than Juvia's despite being maternity wear but Juvia seemed pleased, she finally chose to try on a dress to try on. The loose flowy dress covered her chest and belly with a silky fabric but left her shoulders and back exposed with a strappy design.

"thank you," she said smiling into the mirror.

"Probably need to thank Alzack and Bisca, again," he chuckled, "they're the ones that keep helping us out." He headed into the hallway but paused looking back at Juvia swishing the fabric back and forth as she swayed in the mirror, "next time you feel like baking we should send them some cookies."

Juvia walked to him, placing a soft kiss on his cheek before moving past him into the living room. She scooted a basket of laundry over to the sofa and breathlessly sat down on a chair and did her best to reposition herself into a position that was comfortable to sit in.

"Let me do that," Laxus said moving toward the basket.

"No, I can do it," she said with a grimace, "It's about all I can still manage to do on my own these days."

If you're sure," he said uneasily, he hated to see her struggle to do things but he was well aware that she was very independent and hated to be unable to work or use magic.

Laxus glanced toward their front door, "did you hear that?" Juvia shook her head no, he opened the door and looked out, not seeing anyone, he started to go back inside but noticed a small envelope pinned to the door frame. Pulling it loose he walked back inside, slowly opening the envelope and removing a folded pieced of paper he stiffened.

Juvia raised an eyebrow, "who is it from?"

"I am not sure, but I definitely have a hunch and it's not good," he said bitterly, turning the paper to show her he revealed the cryptic message written in a skinny loopy script.

Women who birth Dreyar babies all carry a similar demise, have you informed the girl of her fate?

Juvia's hand drew slowly to her mouth as she read, "who do you think wrote that?"

"If I'm not mistaken," he growled, "It was my father."

**NOTE: I could not find anything on Makarov's wife, so I am just going on what I know about Laxus' mother and Makrov's mother. We're going to focus on the FICTION part of FanFiction. :)