[Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail or it's characters, that right belongs to Hiro Mashima.]
[A/N: I healed a bit faster than I thought, so here is day 2. As of this prompt, there will be plenty of time jumps. Please, be patient]
They looked at their children. Much had changed over the years. Tartaro had happened, then Alvarez. The former while their daughter was only two so she didn't recall it. Alvarez, a few years later. Losses heavy with that war, the topography of all of Fiore changing. Learning a lot of knowing stuff. That was all stuff they could handle. But this… this was beyond them, their knowledge and realm of comfort. As both Lahar and Lucy shared a look as a loud laugh came from their son Castor, while their daughter snorted smugly at what was going on.
They both agreed that the new device Warren had created, a Lacrima Computer, was very helpful. It made things so much easier on life, but it also seemed to detract from life as well. They were basic, the screens a dull gray with a small green flashing cursor that told you where things were. But as their kids played a very simple game together. It was nice in the sense they were not fighting and learning. But at the same time, they were indoors and not outside enjoying the warm spring weather like they should be.
"I don't know exactly how to feel," Lahar stated blandly.
His gaze never leaving his now ten and four-year-old children. Just to feel his wife's arms wrap around his waist as her head rested against his shoulder. He could justify it because the damn device was like the Lacrima Phone. He enjoyed having to do his reports on it. Typing was so much faster than writing and correcting with whiteout. The spelling checker as well as the fact it could be printed immediately, as long as you had paper, ink, and toner. He knew that his wife loved to type up her novels on the damn thing. It allowed for the work to be done faster, easier to check then flipping through notebook after notebook. The level of organization that it gave for stuff was absolutely heavenly.
"Well, times are changing. You know that less and fewer mages are being born, Larhar," Lucy whispered as she watched her two children getting along.
It made her happy to see Amanda helping her brother to read and recognize the letters and words on the screen with the game that Hibiki created. Though she was not surprised to learn that he had gotten together with Warren to make the Lacrima Computer. Their world was changing slowly. But that was how it worked, the natural evolution of things in life. Always changing. Stagnation almost tore her and her father apart. Destroyed what her mother had wanted most of all, a happy, healthy family.
"Hey!"
At the sudden loud and sharp exclamation from her son, Lucy drew herself from her thoughts and looked at the boy. His green tinted hair like his father wild with curls that she found out came from her father, hence him keeping it short. He was pushing at Amanda with anger while she tensed up. Knowing a fight was about to break out, Lucy let go of Lahar and stepped into the room and cleared her throat as she leveled them with her patented 'mommy' look.
The way they both whipped around to look at her with matching wide eyes. One set amethyst, the other a warm brown like her own. She saw how they swallowed in tandem. She just stood there, knowing that if they got lippy Lahar would step in. But that was a rare occurrence. Her giving that look usually quelled any problems.
"If you two are going to fight, you can remove yourselves from the computer and go clean your playroom. And no, you won't be allowed to touch it again until tomorrow," she stated, her tone stating this was non-negotiable.
The way both hung their heads after looking at each other. They knew not to cross her. That they didn't want this new 'toy' taken from them. When they both mumbled a soft sorry, she gave a soft grunt. The signal she had them trained to know they were forgiven but were hanging by a very fine thread. She allowed love, laughter in her house. But she did not tolerate fighting and discord. Both her kids were Mages in the making, but she'd be damned if they would be heathens.
"Good, now you have an hour before it is turned off and you are to go clean your playroom you two. And no whining or I will take the computer away from a week," she stated. "And besides, after you clean your room, I need my special helpers with making Papa's Brownies."
This had them lighting up and warming her heart, while a small gasp came from behind her. Causing her to be smug. Castor was her little prince. Amanda his princess. But when it came to baked goods, both children were hers, as well as Lahar. And for him to get his brownies, he knew what that meant and would deliver… later… when they both finished with the day, their duties and kids were in bed.
Watching as her kids went back to the computer, Amanda once more teaching Castor to recognize the words and to pronounce them. Lucy turned to look at her husband of eleven years. Seeing his amethyst eyes smolder, Lucy figured she might just give the kids two hours on the damn Computer because that look had her feeling rather bothered in a very good way.