On this, the night before their second anniversary as a married couple, Lucy laid on the couch to rest her back for a minute, worn down from carrying an unborn baby girl who was a mere month from her due date while still chasing their energetic son all over.

Their sixteen-month-old son climbed up onto the sofa and then onto her belly. His acute dragon ears heard the telltale swishing he'd learned to recognize and pushed Lucy's shirt up over her belly, staring intently at her belly with great concentration. He put his hands here, and there, and then pressed his ear against his pregnant mother so he could hear the heartbeat and movements inside of her womb.

Lucy guided his hands to the kick, and he squealed excitedly. The loud noise, in turn, caused the baby to jump a little. This just got him more excited, and he listened with an expression of sheer wonder and joy. Thunder Baby didn't have a clear understanding of what was going on, but it was amazing and mysterious.

Lucy looked up at Laxus, who was, at present, trying to build a fire in the fireplace. He paused briefly to take in how almost sickeningly cute the sight before him really was. Yuri fawning over his unborn sister was neither new nor was it surprising now that his personality was in full bloom.

It was cold outside, and they expected to introduce their son to snow at some point within the next few days. Magnolia's proximity to the sea usually protected them from cold winters, but this year was an exception.

When the baby settled down, Yuri slid off the couch and went to sit next to his father, who was glaring in dissatisfaction at the logs.

"What's that?" Yuri asked as he pointed.

Laxus was used to this phrase, and he should have been, since he estimated he heard it at least six million and a half times every day. "I'm trying to build a fire. You remember when I taught you about fire? It's hot. Fire is—"

"Na-Na!" the little boy exclaimed, calling out his nickname for Natsu.

His father was grievously irritated with his son's unabashed hero-worship of Natsu. Natsu would show him fire magic and fighting and his son eagerly and happily soaked up his every word. Lightning was—to Yuri—a somewhat more boring power because he was born being able to do it. In his little mind, it seemed normal to breathe lightning. Even he could do it, after all. Now fire? Fire was cool.

Laxus really wanted to take him away from the town and show his son how terrifyingly huge his magic really was, but his wife seemingly read his mind when he first started considering this and forbade him from doing so.

Laxus gave up on doing the fire the 'traditional' way and gave the logs a single puff of lightning, igniting them easily. Then he went down to the basement turn up the furnace to keep their whole house warm, still annoyed by how much his son just loved Natsu as if the fire dragon slayer was the biggest and strongest guy in the whole world.

When he came back upstairs, Lucy was in the kitchen assembling the ingredients for their first living room smores. Chocolate, graham crackers, and marshmallows were brought on a tray to the living room with a few plates and some napkins. She had three long sticks she'd collected from the yard in preparation for this evening when she went outside to cool off in the bitter cold, which was amazingly comfortable to her in her third trimester.

Lucy wetted the sticks and sat on an ottoman near the fireplace. "We are going to make the best treat in the whole world. It's called a smore."

Laxus sat at her feet on the floor, accepting the sticks as she skewered them with marshmallows. Their son had no idea what was going on, but they were stabbing marshmallows with sticks, and that looked like good fun for a little boy.

Delight glimmering in his eyes, he messily pushed a marshmallow down and yelled as he did so, although his parents were long-accustomed to the fact that their son yelled whenever he did something that was exciting to him.

Laxus rested the back of his head on her belly and looked up at their son. "And now we burn them."

"Yay!" he happily exclaimed, causing his parents to laugh a little in amusement.

Lucy said, "The trick is holding your marshmallow up high enough that it doesn't get completely burned up, but close enough to the first that it still gets cooked."

Laxus put his stick beneath the toddler's and held it steady that way since Yuri didn't really have the coordination to do so, and they watched him as he watched the marshmallow on his stick start to turn brown.

"Wow!"

And then they looked at each other and exchanged a knowing—and loving—grin.

When the marshmallows were done, Laxus took his and his son's sticks and Lucy said, "And now, we blow on the marshmallows. Like this," she huffed and Yuri watched carefully, and then tried to replicate, half-blowing, half-spitting all over the marshmallows and his dad.

"And then, you take a graham cracker, and a square of chocolate, and another cracker, and squish, then pull," she explained as she demonstrated.

Yuri watched as his parents made their marshmallows into smores, and then when they were confident they'd cooled enough, gave him one.

The boy took a big bite of toasted marshmallow, chocolate, graham cracker treat and lit up happily. "Mama!" he exclaimed, offering his smore to her. She bent down and took a bite, and he watched her to see if she liked it as much as he did. And then he repeated this with his dad, and they all came to the conclusion that they were smores-loving family.

Unsurprisingly, he ended up ridiculously sticky and messy.

Laxus looked around at their house, and then at his family, and realized he was probably the happiest bastard in the whole world. There were pictures all over the walls, starting from the day they spent at the zoo to their engagement pictures to the pictures that were taken on the day their son was born.

He felt Lucy rub his scalp through his hair and he looked up. "You were craving smores, weren't you?"

"You know it," she admitted with a grin.

"I have a craving," he nonchalantly said, giving her the slightest sideways glance.

The blonde gave him a soft, loving smile. "No reason we can't all be satisfied tonight. Can you get this guy bathed and in bed while I freshen up?"

Laxus nodded. "He's about to get the quickest bath of his life."

"Don't forget his ears. And his toenails – can you handle that? I don't want this to be like his hair. Maybe get yours too while you're at it."

At mention of the word 'hair,' their son made a somewhat ugly face and touched his shortened hair. That day had been hard for everyone—first for Yuri, but then for everyone else. He made sure of that.

Laxus looked at his bare feet, then at his son's. He picked up his son and said, "Mama wants to cut everything, doesn't she?"

"That's what you'll be saying if you ever get me pregnant again," she answered.

Her husband rolled his eyes. "You love it too much."

"Whatever. Not in front of the baby."

"He has no idea."

She kissed her son goodnight. "Mommy loves you, sweet Thunder Baby."

"Lovuuuuuuu, Mama," he answered, kissing her on the cheek.

Laxus bathed his son, clipped all the offending toenails, and read his son his favorite story which was, annoyingly enough, about a little fire dragon who wouldn't go to sleep. Sometimes—purely out of spite—he added details to the story here and there.

"And then, when the little fire dragon was on his way to the castle, he met another dragon. A bigger, stronger dragon. It was a thunder dragon, and the little fire dragon knew him and always asked him to fight. But the thunder dragon is a much stronger, fiercer opponent. The reason he doesn't fight the little fire dragon is because the princess will make his life hell," he explained.

Laxus turned the page and Yuri gave him a look that was amazingly dubious for a toddler.

Laxus pointed to the beautiful blonde princess. "If the thunder dragon fights the fire dragon, the princess will make the thunder dragon sleep outside for at least a month. And he won't be able to go in the garden. The thunder dragon likes the garden and he doesn't want to make the princess angry."

Yuri was really more interested in the pictures, so he took the book and settled down with his blanket, convinced his father was more likely than not talking nonsense. He opened the book and held it upside down, speaking in baby talk as if reading.

"Abbadagahaba BOOM!"

And his father realized that like all little boys, his son didn't want to hear a romance. He just wanted to know stuff got blown up in the end, and he was satisfied.

"I think your version is better," he said after his son finished.

Laxus tucked him in, marveling briefly at the sheer depth of the bite marks all over his son's crib. "Please stay in bed tonight. I don't want to wake up again and find out my baby dragon has escaped from jail and has spent his pre-dawn hours riding a tiger through the house."

Was he going to stay in the bed? No. They both knew that now that he'd learned that he could, there was no stopping him.

Laxus gave him a kiss and tucked him in carefully.

"Goodnight, son."

"Good-ni, Daddy."

Laxus went upstairs and took a quick shower before he joined his wife under the covers. "Two years of marriage. You know, I think we might be good at this."

Lucy snuggled up to him, and he rubbed her belly. "I think that sometimes too. You and I make a great team. Have you noticed that Thunder Baby is a really good kid? I had him at the park the other day and he was just a good little guy and I was so proud of him. I think he's going to be a really good man someday."

"I kinda like the little guy. I wish he'd get over his baby-crush on Natsu. How in the name of living fuck did I have a kid who idolizes another man?"

His wife shook her head. "You guys are both ridiculous men. Falling all over yourselves to impress a little baby boy."

"Natsu needs to have his own kid and stop using ours to fill the void in his life."

Lucy sat up and pulled her nightgown over her head. "He and Lisanna are talking about it. I hope they do. I keep waiting for a guild baby boom, but nothing. Levy and Gajeel are trying right now, but you know how they are. How about Erza and Jellal?"

Laxus shook his head. "And then the authorities ask if she's had contact with the country's most-wanted criminal and she denies and they ask, 'Ma'am, where did you get that ugly blue-haired child?'"

"Ugly? How do Jellal and Erza have an ugly baby?"

"Jellal."

His wife answered, "He's..."

"What."

"...hot."

Laxus sat up and stared into her eyes. "He's what?"

"If you think about it, by blaming Jellal for their imaginary baby being ugly, you're admitting you think Erza is attractive," Lucy bit back.

Laxus' eyebrow twitched. "It's not what I think. It's a popular opinion that Erza is gorgeous. Jellal isn't famous for being a GQ model. Who even knows what Jellal looks like?"

"It's not like he hides his face because he's ugly."

"Well then maybe he should have killed less people."

His wife shook her head in resignation. "Are we going to have sex or are you going to complain to me about other men all night? Because if that's the case, this pregnancy just has me so tired and I think I should go to sleep."

Laxus kissed her quickly. "Of course. I have an idea to fuck out of that cute little head of yours."

"How condescending."

"It's okay, poor little girl. I know you're just having a blonde moment, but I hope you're ready to have the blond moment," he said, tickling her.

They wrestled a little and had a tickle fight, and she beat him up with a pillow before crawling on top of him. After a brief amount of foreplay, she slid down on him and leaned back on his legs as he thrust up into her.

She was halfway to heaven when he suddenly froze, eyes bugging out.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

Laxus grimaced. "Someone just pinched my toe."

Lucy turned slowly, and there was their son, standing at the end of the bed looking quite perplexed.

"Goomomo."

His mother carefully dismounted and pulled the covers up to cover herself. "Son, it's not morning."

Laxus slid out from between the covers and put his boxers on, amazed at how quickly and how completely his son had wrecked his erection. He briefly wondered how he was ever going to have sex when they had two little ones running around, and then he took his son downstairs for a glass of water so Lucy could dress.

Their son ended up sleeping with them in order to keep him out of trouble. Even Yuri knew he'd have no 4am tiger rides if he had to escape from his father's arms to do that.

The next morning, Laxus took his son through their routine. He peed, and this time, his son did the same in the general direction of his potty.

This was a milestone, and Laxus was so happy his son had taken a stride toward being free of diapers that he was no longer annoyed Thunder Baby had ruined his night.

Laxus praised him, gave him a high-five, and said, "We'll start with this. We'll work on our aim next. When you live with women, aim is very important. Women are very touchy about men and the bathroom. Your mother may say she loves me, but God have mercy on a stray dribble or a toilet seat left up. Your mom thinks she'll fall in if the seat is left up, but your mom clearly doesn't know how big her butt is."

He cleaned up the floor and they went on with their hygiene routine.

They dressed and left the house early. First, they got flowers at the florist, and Laxus let his son help him choose. Red roses were a little over-done and honestly, a little more well-suited to couples that were trapped in the romantic infatuation phase. Laxus and Lucy really hadn't ever had such a phase, and neither bemoaned this. They were simply two people who chose to be together and enjoyed living and loving their way through life together.

And that, Laxus knew, was far more worth a celebration.

It was too the jeweler next, and the man behind the counter looked down at the little boy with disapproval as it wasn't a custom to bring a toddler to such a fancy place. Laxus ignored this.

"It's my anniversary."

The jeweler smiled. "Congratulations. Interested in anything in particular? We have some brand new diamond earrings."

Laxus said, "I can tell you have no children."

"That's right. How do you know?"

Laxus explained, "Earrings are like a challenge to babies. This guy pulled one clean out of his mother's ear."

After some consideration and consulting with his son, they walked out of the store with a yellow diamond heart necklace. He really wanted to take her somewhere for a few days, but with their baby girl due soon, a romantic getaway was on hold for quite a while.

When they got home, the expectant mother was still dozing off, so they made breakfast for her.

Laxus gave his son a single yellow rose. "This is for Mom."

The boy nodded and when Laxus carefully opened the door, holding a breakfast tray, the little boy ran and jumped in the bed, giving his mother a kiss on the cheek.

Lucy opened her eyes and felt her son give her a flurry of sweet baby kisses.

Laxus smiled, "Happy anniversary, Mrs. Dreyar."

"Happy anniversary, Mr. Dreyar."

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AN: They have baby #2 in the next chappie. :D