Layla Dreyar was in no way like her brother. If he was an exceptionally difficult infant, she was exceptionally easy. She had a naturally docile, sweet disposition, and liked to be snuggled by anyone. She rarely screamed, even as a newborn, and even her cries were little and cute. Compared to Yuri, she was a piece of cake to handle.

She smiled in her sleep quite often, and she was a little shy. Like her brother, she had a ton of hair, although hers fell into little soft light blond curls. Laxus was powerless to her whims, as she had him completely wrapped around her little finger.

Yuri had hit the magical age where he could make sentences and learned words insanely fast, so suddenly, it was possible to have actual conversations with him although some of the most amusing moments were spent listening to the things that he told his little sister. His most recently learned speech skill involved cause and effect, so he would name something, and then name what happened after that. Sometimes the things he put together weren't logically related at all.

For instance, Lucy once heard her son say, "I like cake. Grass makes me itch."

Laxus came in from a run and found them in the living room. Layla was in her baby chair and Yuri was sitting on the floor next to her, showing her a book that made animal noises.

Lucy was drinking coffee as she watched them, somewhat grateful that having children close together meant they entertained themselves for the most part. She'd been worried when she was pregnant they would have a hard time giving both kids the attention necessary, but most of the time, they were happy to be together.

"Hey kids," he said.

Layla reached her arms up and squealed, and Yuri leaned over and not-so-quietly said, "Daddy runs. Then he stinks."

The boy pinched his nose for emphasis.

Laxus gave his daughter a pat on the head and then picked his son up by his ankles and held him upside down. "What did you say about me?"

"You stink!"

Lucy giggled at them quietly, and Layla seemed to be amused at how ridiculous the men of the house were as well.

"What?"

"You stink!"

Laxus was careful not to swing him around, since he was prone to motion sickness.

"Put me down!"

"Say it."

"No!"

Layla giggled so hard she was almost squealing at what Lucy called 'silly boyish clowning.'

Her son hollered, "Put me down! Mama help!"

Lucy shook her head. "You and Daddy are on your own."

Lucy picked her daughter up and combed her fingers through the baby's curls. "Boys are so silly, aren't they, Layla?"

There was a knock at the door, and Laxus answered it, still holding his screeching son up by one foot as he let Lisanna and Levy into the house. "Good morning, ladies."

Levy looked down at the irate little dragon. "Are we interrupting something?"

Laxus held him up higher. "Oh this? This is a baby dragon having a baby dragon moment. You should both probably get used to it now."

The women, both pregnant, laughed at the two Dreyar males and went into the kitchen with Lucy. Since Lucy was the first one in their group to have children and she had two, she was more or less the seasoned veteran.

Yuri was meanwhile too stubborn to apologize and became silent, crossing his arms out of sheer obstinacy as he he hung upside down.

"I need to pee," he finally said.

Laxus put him down on the floor and the boy went on to the bathroom, so Laxus sat on the couch by himself and was enjoying a rare moment of fleeting peace when Raijin the tiger jumped up next to him and laid her head in his lap. He gave her a back scratch and listened to the women in the kitchen giggling and talking excitedly about babies.

His sharp ears picked up on the discussion that both were having boys.

"I can't wait to see all the babies playing together. Layla with two little dragon boys!" Levy squealed.

Laxus looked down at the tiger, eyebrow twitching. "I know you don't eat babies, but have you ever given it serious thought? Little fat iron and fire dragon babies seem like they'd be tasty, right?" He sighed. "You're right, the iron baby would probably cause indigestion and the fire baby would likely cause heartburn. I guess I'll have to come up with a new plan."

Yuri ran from the bathroom with toilet paper trailing out of his pants and his father stood up and caught him before he ran into the kitchen.

"You have a tail, son."

"Like a dragon?"

"I guess. Well, no, not really. Did you wash your hands?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Cause imma dragon," he matter-of-factly answered, as if it made perfect sense to him. Why would a dragon need to wash his hands?

Laxus hauled him back to the bathroom to make sure he washed up properly. "Dragons wash their hands."

"Dragons go RAWRRRRR!" he said, clawing his soapy hands. And then, while he was rinsing his hands. "I want cereal. Can we go to the park?"

Now that Yuri was able to speak a little better, his parents learned his mind was a twisted compilation of random things: food, dragons, and adventure. Overall, this was what they had suspected all along as he'd grown up.

"I wanna go on the slide."

Laxus put him down and gave him a towel. "You can't go on the slide. It'll make you sick."

"But I wanna."

"You'll puke."

"No!"

"Yes."

His father looked down and narrowed his eyes. "Do you need to argue about everything?"

Yuri looked up at him. "...yes?"

When they left the bathroom, Laxus went to the kitchen to get his son a bowl of dry cereal and overheard talks of wanting to shop.

Lucy said, "I'd love to, but Layla needs to visit the pediatrician and get a shot today."

"I'll take her," he offered.

His wife jumped up and kissed him on the cheek. "You're the best! You want to leave Thunder Baby with Chellia?"

Laxus shook his head. Since he was about to go on a job, he wanted to get some time in with the little ones before he left. Besides, Lucy had been at home so much taking care of their children lately and he wanted her to have an opportunity to go out and take a breather before he left.

He dressed the kids and packed a diaper bag. He'd mostly gotten over the opinions people had about him wagging kids around in public, often by himself. He didn't feel like it made him weak at all, and no one really had the nerve to say anything to his face.

Porlyusica and the pediatrician viewed one another as being equally ineffective and pointless. The doctor called her a witch doctor and she called the doctor an overeducated prat. In a pinch, he'd take the kids to the witch doctor over the prat any day. Said prat also seemed a little intimidated by his son, probably because Yuri wasn't at all a normal boy.

Laxus held Layla against one shoulder with one arm and held his son's hand with the other. It was only two blocks away, but going pretty much anywhere with two kids was an adventure of sorts.

Yuri asked questions, and Layla rested contentedly, making occasional baby talk.

At the pediatrician, they went back to the exam room and the nervous doctor came in and looked at a clipboard. He asked the stereotypical questions, but Dreyar dragon babies didn't get sick and had no physical problems besides a proclivity towards motion sickness.

He put her down on the table. "Hey there, pretty girl. You're growing fast, aren't you?"

Yuri crawled into his father's lap when Laxus sat in a chair and let the doctor do his work. Layla was tolerant of his examination to an extent but started to whine a little when he shined a light in her eyes.

When the pediatrician wiped her arm and gave her the vaccination, the baby started to scream loudly, which was rare for her. "It's okay, you're such a strong gir-"

Yuri jumped from his father's lap onto the pediatrician's back and climbed up like a little animal. He was reaching out to punch the doctor in the back of the skull when he was ripped away by this father.

The pediatrician turned in horror and shock. "What just happened?"

"Nothing. Yuri just wanted to give you a hug," his father quickly said.

"Oh."

Yuri scrunched his eyebrows together and Laxus put his hand over the boy's mouth because he was sure whatever he was about to say was not going to be good.

Once the baby had calmed down and they left the office, Laxus gave his son a glare.

Yuri glared back.

Laxus said, "It's okay for a doctor to hurt someone. That's what they do. They're not as bad as dentists."

"Daddy?"

"Hm?"

"I hate dentists."

"Son, everyone does."

He took them to the park, and sat down under a tree with his daughter in his lap while his son ran wild and free. The playground was a mixture of things Yuri enjoyed and things he enjoyed until they made him puke.

Yuri was colorblind and had terrible motion sickness, yet loved books about colors and slides.

While Laxus was paying attention to his precious daughter, he looked down from his son who was playing with some slightly older kids who hadn't yet figured out the enormous toddler was, in fact, a toddler. He climbed onto the merry-go-round and held on tight like the others, and round and round it went.

Laxus looked up. "Shit."

The interesting thing about dragon slayer motion sickness was that it had a somewhat paralyzing effect. So, for instance, on a boat, Laxus might find himself unable to move even if all he needed to do was jump off the edge of the ship.

Laxus ran to a mother who was watching her children play. "Will you watch my daughter for one minute?"

"S-Sure."

Mostly without thinking, he jumped onto the merry-go-round, grabbed his son, who was listlessly gripping the safety bar as his body hung limp. His own stomach turned violently and in some new and terrible way. Boats, trains, and various other forms of transportation had nothing on this terrifying thing on the playground.

Laxus could barely move as he clenched his eyes shut and jumped off the merry-go-round, sliding on his back into the pebbles with his son on his chest.

He was sure every dragon slayer in the world could be killed pretty easily using nothing but this common children's plaything. It amazed him how the normal children laughed and yelled happily as it turned faster and faster as he and his son lay in the pebbles, fighting the urge to puke.

"For the love of God, son, don't ever get on that thing again."

Yuri sat up and looked at him with dizzy, somewhat crossed eyes. "K."

Laxus quickly returned to claim his daughter, still feeling a little nauseated. The centrifugal motion had been way more than his body could handle and he knew Yuri was equally undone because he was stumbling around like he was drunk.

After Yuri recovered, Laxus returned to his place under a tree and snuggled his little baby girl, keeping a mindful eye on his son, whose eyes continually drifted to the merry-go-round.

His father watched him make his way back to it, but about fifteen feet before Yuri challenged the accursed thing to a rematch, a tiny little shock reverberated through his body.

"Oww…" he mumbled, looking over at his father, who had an expression that communicated without any words at all that he better not take one more step. He lifted his foot up in sheer defiance and Laxus narrowed his eyes.

They both knew if he took that step, it was going to get real.

Yuri was starting to test his limits, but he knew his father was easygoing up to a point. He could be very stern and pissing him off on purpose was a bad idea. He lost the nerve to awaken his father's anger and turned back to the rest of the playground until he was so tired he was getting cranky.

They got home, and Laxus fed both of his babies and put them down for a nap together. They seemed to actually sleep a little better together, and it was always cute. Yuri tended to fight naps, but he'd somehow managed to talk him into believing he was a good big brother if he showed her how to take a good nap. Really, Layla needed no coaxing and never had a problem sleeping, but he estimated a big part of parenting a toddler required tricking them into doing what they needed to do.

After they were asleep, he noticed the baby squirming around and changed her diaper, then laid down on the couch with her on his chest. Layla made a little sweet-sounding baby talk and wiggled into a comfortable position as her father held her gently and rubbed her back

Laxus absolutely adored his baby girl, and she adored him right back. She'd really only inherited his eyes, so when he looked at her, he saw Lucy. She seemed eager to talk, making more baby talk than her brother did, although Yuri was extremely talkative for his age. The thing that made it precious was that she didn't 'talk' to everyone, usually just her parents and her brother.

When Lucy came home, bags in hand, she found her husband sound asleep on the couch with his bare feet hanging off the end. Both of their kids were sound asleep on his broad chest, rising and falling as he breathed.

Laxus opened his eyes when he heard the door close and Lucy bent down to kiss him. Once, twice, three times and he grinned. "Have fun?"

"I did. Looks like you had a good day too. Everything went okay?"

"Perfect."

That night while they were getting ready for bed, Laxus made sure the kids were asleep. In his son's case, he'd taken extra care to exhaust him completely because he wanted to have some uninterrupted time with his wife. It was maybe not the best parenting strategy, but it was fairly normal for he and Yuri to wrestle or do some other activity before bed because if Yuri was tired, he'd usually stay in his own bed and not invade theirs.

Lucy was wearing a bathrobe and getting ready for bed when he went to shower. After he got out and was brushing his teeth and drying off, he spoke through the half-open door.

"Your son tried to punch Dr. Smalls in the back of the skull for making his sister cry," he said.

He heard his wife's voice say, "I wonder where he learned that."

"No clue."

"Then we went to the park, and your son got on the fucking merry-go-round. It was the worst five seconds of my life trying to get him off, and he got that lost cross-eyed look and stumbled around like he'd had too much to drink," he said.

He heard her laughing at the mighty Laxus Dreyar unable to function on a playground for children.

"...and then he wanted to get back on."

"No."

"Yes."

"Imagine that-a stubborn dragon."

Laxus swished the mouthwash around in his mouth and wondered if his son really did inherit that kind of behavior from him. Once he finished, he said, "Layla was really easy, as always. That kid never has a problem with anything."

"She takes after me."

Laxus rolled his eyes. "Babe, you're kind of erratic. You're prone to outbursts. You're very dramatic. Hate to tell you this, but the chill baby takes after me. The crazy one is all you. You're stubborn too."

The unsuspecting husband came out of the bathroom in his boxers, still towel drying his hair a little until he saw his wife.

Lucy was stretched out on the bed in black lace lingerie and stilettos. Her hair was done in messy curls, and she had one black eyeliner and red lip gloss. When he swallowed a little nervously, she grinned. "Come here."

Her husband dropped the towel in his hand on the floor as his mouth gaped open for a minute. "Looking like that, I might come before I get there."

The instant he jumped on the bed with her was the instant their baby started crying. Laxus groaned in frustration, but gave her a quick kiss. "Stay just like this. Don't you move. I'll be back." He kissed her again. "I love you so much, you gorgeous, sexy minx."

Laxus calmed their baby, who had accidentally poked herself in the eye, and run back upstairs for a couple of hours of quality time during which they were thankfully uninterrupted.

Lucy snuggled up to him in the dark once they were finished.

"What?"

"I'm really glad that you're the one I'm sharing my life with. I can't imagine myself living any other kind of way."

Her husband draped an arm around her and kissed her. The longer they were married, the less he cared about everything else in the whole world besides their little family. Someone asked him what he thought he'd be doing if he hadn't married and had babies, and he didn't even consider the thought worth thinking about.

"You're a really good wife, you know. You're so loyal and strong. You're like the glue that holds this whole operation together. You're cute as fuck too."

Lucy still blushed when he talked about her like this. "Even after two kids?"

"I'll still find you sexy after ten."

"Laxus, no."

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AN: So, I'm thinking about having a little drama in here somewhere, like maybe show how they deal with a tragedy as a married couple. Like, somebody dies or something. Or I might keep it a fluff dump forever. Open to ideas.