Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail or its characters; that right belongs to Hiro Mashima.
It had been over a year now that they'd been married, her stomach was exceptionally swollen now. She was overdue. Closing her eyes as another contract rippled painfully through her body, Lucy did the breathing that had been forced on her to practice throughout the whole pregnancy. Not that she thought it helped one single Iota. But still, she did it, because heaven forbids she almost passed out again from not breathing due to the pain.
The baby was supposed to have been born about a week ago. Only a few days after their anniversary. Silently she had prayed to whatever gods were listening for the baby to wait until Lahar had come home from his mission. Now, now she was regretting missing her due date. And if this child was born before her 'loving', 'doting' husband got to the hospital, he would be regretting a lot of things. The first being getting her pregnant.
With the next wave of contractions, Lucy gasped out and screamed, hands clutching the metal railings of the bed as she looked over her rippling abdomen to the doctor, Wendy, and Porlyusica. No one wanted to hold her hand after she had put a 'little' dent into Erza's gauntlet. How was she supposed to know that she'd be incredibly strong while in pain and pumping a shit ton of hormones through her body erratically during labor? That stuff was not covered in any of the baby classes she took.
A scream was ripped from her throat as her belly shook violently. Leaning back she did as instructed, push. This child needed to get out of her dammit. And Lahar's scrawny ass needed to be here and share in the joy of childbirth her mind told her. Yes, gripping his hand, feeling the bones shift, if not break, as she did so. The pained look on his thin, masculine face she loved so much, that she wanted to punch it.
"That's good Lucy. Breath deep and push again," came Wendy's voice through her chaotic thoughts.
"WHERE THE FUCK IS MY HUSBAND!?" she hissed through gritted teeth as she sucked in air through her nose and pushed just as the next contraction hit. "He missing our child being born."
The way the girl flinched back made Lucy feel horrible, but only for a second. Because the door to the OBGYN flew open and the man she wanted to see. Needed to be by her side was there, face pale, eyes wide and frantic looking. Making something dark in the back of her sweat soaked head cackle in mad glee.
"I am sorry Lucy," he muttered as he reached her side, picking her hand up.
Not stopping herself, Lucy giggled like an insane woman just as her hand clamped down around his, another contraction hit. Making her feel as if her body was being torn in two. Just as she screamed and pushed, she heard Lahar scream as well. It sounded like Erza's had when she dented her gauntlet. Fair and square in her mind when all the pressure in her stomach, back and between her legs was gone suddenly.
Leaning back, Lucy sighed as she closed her eyes. Only to snap them open as a soft cry of pain came from her husband, whose hand she was still gripping tightly. Seeing Wendy looking at her with uncertainty in her brown eyes, Lucy smiled at the girl, letting go of Lahar's hand. A soft cry filling the quiet of the delivery room, drawing her attention towards Porlyusica. Who was bringing a pink wrapped bundle over to her?
"Well, it is a healthy little girl, though a bit overbaked. She will look wrinkly and old for a week or two," the old pink-haired healer said, her eyes gentle as she handed Lucy the baby.
"Twenty inches and seven pounds and four ounces. What are you going to name her?" Porlyusica asked.
Her daughter in her arms, Lucy looked up at Lahar, who had just extracted his hand from Wendy. Shaking it slightly as he looked down at their daughter. They had agreed if it was a girl, he got naming rights and she did if it was a boy. The smile on his face, the smile he only reserved her for her, lighting it as he reached out to stroke at their daughter's cheek.
"I think... Amanda would suit her," he said.
Lucy felt her heart swell at that moment. Looking down at her daughter she couldn't help but agree, the name meant 'One who is worthy of Love'.
"It's perfect, just like her," Lucy said, her voice a tired whisper. "Welcome to the world, Amanda Ziegler."
"I am glad that I didn't completely miss this, Lucy. But I think I might need armor the next go round, like a gauntlet to protect my hand," He said, making everyone in the delivery room burst out laughing.