A/N: Hey guys! Next chapter will be the introduction of my version of Team Nashi, with new additions. Will there be an introduction to Team Nash as well? Stick around to find out and make sure to leave me a review and tell me what you think! :)

"Are you okay?"

Smooth like silk. Laxus didn't know how a voice could sound so comforting and soft, just like silk. The heavy ache in his heart slowly dissipated. He looked to the source of the voice.

"I'm fine."

Cana smiled slightly. She understood that what he was feeling was actually the opposite of fine, but she didn't push. He would talk when he was ready, and that was more than okay for the card mage.

And she trusted him. Oh, how she believed him so much.

The guild was crowded, but silence filled the whole building. It would take time to go back to what it used to be. Loud and noisy. Happy and cheerful. Everyone was sitting on different benches in different areas of the guild hall, eating silently, conversing at times. Natsu had made a strong attempt to lighten the mood. It worked a little.

Laxus and Cana were sitting near the front of the guild. Their bench filled with only the two of them. They both needed time away from everyone. Makarov was a like a father to them. It was a hard day. It was a tiring week. They were distant and their guild members gave them the time they needed, especially since they were in the same boat themselves.

A sudden memory came to Cana and she spoke.

"I had contractions during the funeral."

Laxus' eyes widened a bit. Panic and worry were conveyed through those gray orbs of his. But hidden underneath, hope and excitement were itching to break through. Cana knew what his thoughts were, they were identical to hers. 'It's almost time.'

Cana placed her hand on top of her belly and stroked the smooth skin there. This was where a new life resided, a special person with her and her husbands DNA mixed together. "It started during Lucy's speech. Just dull pain every 15 minutes."

"Cana..."

"It's almost time Laxus. The little Bug Zapper is almost here." She whispered lovingly as she rubbed her belly again. Suddenly, Cana felt a strong nudge against her hand from within her womb, she grinned with enthusiasm.

"Soon."

Laxus couldn't sit still any longer. He left his food and moved towards the opposite side of the bench. His heart felt so light after all the pain he had gone through from Makarov's death. All the painful memories had mostly disappeared and were replaced with hope and excitement for his child's arrival.

His footsteps were hurried, he wanted to be by his wife's side as quickly as possible, to savor the last peaceful moment they'd have together. He wanted...needed to hold her in his arms. He wanted to express how much he loved and appreciated her for giving him an opportunity to be a father.

Cana smiled when Laxus's arms wrapped around her. She had always felt safe when she was enveloped in this strong and powerful man's tight embrace, her slender arms wrapped around the lightning dragon slayers neck as she rested her head in the crook of his neck. The blond fuzz on his cheek tickled her neck as he kissed it. He hugged back fiercely, not wanting to let her go.

Cana furrowed her eyebrows as a small, but sharp prickle of pain suddenly surged through her abdomen. She ignored it, telling herself that it was just another dull contraction. Another spark of pain attacked her and she breathed in through her nose. It was so painful. It throbbed, it clawed through her. Sweat started to accumulate on her forehead as another contraction jolted through her, she groaned in pain as tears welled up her eyes.

Laxus, realizing something was wrong, pulled away worriedly and held her shoulders.

"Cana?"

Cana reached down with both hands and held the sides of her stomach, a few tears leaked out of her eyes. The pain was too much for her to bare. It hurt like hell.

"It hurts."

"What? Thunder are you-"

Cana cried out, catching the attention of the whole guild.

"Oh fuck!" She gasped out.

Laxus' eyes widened. He didn't know what to do.

"Cana!" Everybody started crowding them, coming from different directions. Laxus had never felt so lost and trapped.

"I need to get you to the old hag." Laxus stated referring to Porlyusica. He hands gripped her waist as he gently stood her up, her hands gripped tightly to his broad shoulders. Cana let out another agonizing whimper.

"I'll help." Lucy moved to the other side of Cana and helped Laxus. Erza did the same.

Cana let out a blood curling scream. An audible splash filled everyone's ears as Cana groaned in discomfort, Lucy and Erza moved back. Laxus was the last one to look down, a clear fluid pooled around his and Cana's feet.

The color drained from Laxus' face, inside he was panicking. But he needed to be strong for Cana, he needed to be her rock.

So after hooking an arm around her waist, he picked her up.

It was painful to hear. It was tearing his ears. The screams of his wife, the love of his life. The painful shrieks of torture. Cana was in pain and Laxus could feel it.

He gripped her hand tightly, not daring to let go, unwilling to leave her when she needed him.

"Come on Cana."

They had arrived just in time to Porlyusica. She had greeted them in a hurry and she went directly to work.

"You! I need you to get out!" The pink haired old woman shouted in exhaustion. Her eyes staring angrily at him, as if he was the center of her frustration and exhaustion. Cana was still screaming on the bed, her legs apart, struggling to bring their child into the world.

And Laxus was beside her, like he always was.

"No." He stated simply.

"You stubborn brat! I need you to get out; men aren't allowed during the birth!"

"Didn't you hear me hag, I said no." He repeated. His voice soft but strong. Not demanding, not pleading for permission, but firm. Porlyusica went silent; in that moment Laxus sounded more like his grandfather. She then sighed tiredly a second later. She pointed her finger at him, her eyes still held anger and fury but underneath she felt a sense of pride.

"Thick headed like your grandfather! You can stay but DO NOT disturb me."

As Porlyusica moved to the side to gather towels and warm blankets, Laxus took the opportunity to actually look at Cana's appearance. Beads of sweat accumulated her forehead, making the brown locks of her hair in the front stick to her face. Her blistering red face contorts in unimaginable pain as she bites her lip, the faint sound of an agonizing moan tears through her sore throat.

Pain filled eyes glance towards Laxus in assistance and reassurance, which in turn breaks Laxus' heart. Cana was a strong woman in every definition of the word. To see how vulnerable and lost his Cana was, hurt him.

After turning her attention to Cana, Porlyusica reached down under the sheet covering Cana's legs with one of her gloved hands, and checked her cervix. The old woman's eyes had widened a bit at the realization, her fingertip had touched the baby's head. The slight change of expression on the hag's face concerned Laxus and Cana. Porlyusica raised her head to look up at the soon to be parents.

"On the next contraction, I need you to push! The head is starting to crown!"

Cana's muscles tense up, her face pales slightly as her hesitant eyes land on her husband's gray ones. Laxus leans in to lightly kiss the tip of Cana's nose.

"You're the strongest woman I know Thunder, you can do this. Just breathe through the pain."

Cana moaned in pain as a contraction tears through her core, she takes a breath as she sits up on the bed and bears down. Laxus stood on the left side of the bed, his right hand was held in a vice like grip. Laxus couldn't help but glance down towards Cana's covered legs, the towel underneath was already drenched in blood.

This whole process worried him immensely, inside his heart was breaking for Cana and the uncomfortable and painful changes she had to go through. He was a mess internally, torn between the mixed emotions he had. But his heart told him that he had to be strong for her, that he had to put himself aside and be there when she needed him. Even though that meant that his hand had to be used as a stress ball.

As Cana pushed the second time, she groaned in pain as tears welled up in her eye lids, she felt searing pain from her opening.

"The head is crowning Cana, just keep breathing through it."

As Cana continued to painfully push through her contraction, an audible snap echoed around the room. Laxus grimaced as he glanced down towards his two broken fingers, which started to swell. After the contraction, Cana breathed in heavily as she tried to catch her breath. Laxus couldn't stop the annoyed expression from forming on his face.

"Bloody hell woman, you broke my fingers! If you tighten your grip a little more, you might shrink it!"

"Oh I'm so sorry! If I wasn't using all my energy to push your child through my straw sized vagina, then I'd be more sympathetic to your broken fingers you fucking pussy!" She snaps bitterly before groaning through another contraction.

"Oh so now it's my child." Laxus mutters silently, Cana responds with another tight squeeze to his broken fingers, Laxus bits his lip at the action.

With a drawn out grunt from Cana, the baby's head slides out with a small splash. Porlyusica grabs a small towel to dry the baby's head and face off.

"That's it child, just breathe. Your almost there, just a few more pushes and he'll be here."

Against his better judgement, Laxus looked down towards Cana's legs, the color drained from his face as his eyes glanced towards the exposed head of his child. Some traits were already noticeable. The kids ears resembled his own, and there were fine tufts of hair that covered the top of its head.

Cana groaned again as she bore down, her cheeks were red with effort. She was so exhausted and sore. Her body was ready to give up and rest, but she knew she couldn't do that. Her baby was counting on her to bring him into this world. Her husband was counting on her to make him a father. Her baka of a father needed to meet his first grandchild. So with all the effort and strength she could gather, Cana gave one hard push.

After a few moments, a small cry erupted into the previously quiet room. The baby was lifted up in a towel, Porlyusica reached out to Laxus with a pair of scissors in one hand.

"Laxus, do you want to cut your son's cord?" This was the only moment that Porlyusica was even willing to call Laxus by his name. Laxus' heart sunk down to his stomach as he nodded numbly, he leaned in and reached for the scissors. After cutting the appropriate spot, Porlyusica wrapped the boy up in warm blanket and handed him into Cana's awaiting arms.

The new mother stroked her son's cheek lovingly, a few tears streaked down her face. She then moved her fingers through his soft fine mop of sandy blonde hair, her eyes widened at the realisation.

"He looks just like you Laxus, except his hair is darker." Cana giggled at the thought of her son being a mini Laxus.

Before starting the afterbirth, Cana had looked up at Laxus.

"I need you to hold him while I finish, Sparky."

"But Cana what if-" Before Laxus had a chance to finish, the boy had already been placed in his arms.

"Rest his head against your chest, and then move your hand up from his bottom to support his neck...there you go. Now while your still supporting his neck, gently move his head to the crook of your arm. There. See Sparky, your a natural!"

Laxus stood as still as a statue as he cradled his son in his arms. He felt as if his heart had jumped out of his chest as he stared down at the squirming bundle. He hesitantly reached out to stroke the baby's scalp, and was caught off guard at what happened next. A pair of eye lids opened wide, gray eyes stared up at the towering figure in his view. Laxus stared down wide eyed into the eyes that resembled his very own, a few tears trailed down the grown mans cheeks as his son's mouth turned up into a smile.

It was midnight. The bright stars shined through the window sill inside Porlyusica's clinic. Laxus let the moonlight shine throughout the room, the mass of his woman on their bed moved slightly as she sighed in her sleep. That's what the past few hours consisted of, star gazing and father/son bonding with Luke. It took awhile but after consulting with the rest of the guild, they finally decided on a name. Lukas Adrian Dreyar, Luke for a a nickname. 7 ½ pounds. The little guy had everyone wrapped around his tiny finger, especially his parents. They could already tell that he would be a mommas boy, but what they didn't expect was for him to be a daddy's boy as well.

The lightning dragon slayer was completely mesmerized with his son as he observed him from the inside of his bassinet. And it seemed that Luke was mesmerized with his father, his eyes bore into Laxus' soul as he sucked on his chubby thumb. Laxus waved a pinky in Luke's face, which caused him to grip onto to it with his chubby hand. Laxus had so much pride in his son, so much love. It was a different feeling for the lightning dragon slayer. It was like his love for Cana, except he loved his son a lot more. It wasn't a feeling that could be described in words.

He wanted to protect him, be there for him. He wanted to be the type of father that his real dad wasn't. Hell, he wanted to be better than that, better than Makarov. So in that moment, he reached into the bassinet and lifted his son up in his arms. As he cradled Luke, he locked eye's with the newborn. He made a vow to be there for Luke when he always needed. To love him unconditionally. To be his guide through life as he grew up in this dangerous and fucked up world. To teach him the most important lessons he'd need to know in order to survive the trials and tribulations of his life to come. To be his father. And with one softened but firm look in his eyes as he gazed at his son, his vow was set in stone.

And to prove that the vow was received, Luke cooed softly. Laxus smiled.