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epilogue
THE FULLBUSTERS
"MOOOOOOM~!"
A piercing scream reverberated inside a spacious two-storey house. If the neighbours find out who let out such a loud screech, they'd probably pass out due to shock.
"Mom, look what Neron did!" came another whine of high volume. The mentioned mother had no choice but to step out of her kitchen to see the commotion.
"What is it this time, Mireya?"
A girl with shiny, straight raven hair past her shoulders, soon to be six years old, stood in the middle of the living room, her face scrunched up in a scowl. She still held the vision of angelic sweetness, despite the mess around her and the sour expression visible on her face. Her shiny, straight hair smoothly covered her thin shoulders. Usually, the little girl would be dressed up in frilly, lacy dresses and a peacoat when she's outside — it had always been her preference to dress that way, perhaps influenced by her mother. However, when inside the house, the girl usually wore short-sleeved dresses that reached up to her knees. From afar, her eyes were of onyx colour. But upon closer inspection, the orbs were akin to the deepest blue sapphire gem.
Her mother, who couldn't help but gaze lovingly at her creation, was snapped to reality when a blur of naked flesh zoomed past her eyes.
"Look, Neron kept freezing Mireya's toys," complained the girl.
Juvia sighed as she looked around her own living room. Her daughter spoke the truth. Strewn all over the floor were Mireya's toys encased in crystal ice. The blue-haired mother tried to follow the source of mischief who kept running around the room, wearing nothing but his diaper.
"Stop it, Neron! Stop it!" Mireya bellowed as she watched in horror her little brother's cruelty to her plush toys.
Juvia tried intervening by catching the rambunctious two-year-old toddler. This one was the carbon copy of Juvia with his blue wavy hair, big eyes, and pouty lips. His eyes were the same colour as his older brother's, the shade of the azure sky during a sunny day. When the mother was about to pick up her son from running around, the boy managed to break free, giggling and squealing loudly. For him, this was nothing but a game.
The more his older sister whined and pouted, the more he teased her by freezing her toys. And the moment the toddler froze Mireya's teru teru bozu, the little girl wailed in grievance.
Juvia sighed in defeat, her shoulders hunched down. "Neron Lockser Fullbuster, stop it this instance!" the mother couldn't help but raise her voice. It never worked for Neron, but she had no choice. The toddler is the true definition of a strong, robust personality.
The boy stopped his cackling and halted his running around. However, instead of going forward to his mother, he pointed to the couch, a glint of naughtiness appearing in his eyes.
"Oh don't you dare do it," warned Juvia as she immediately realized what her son was planning. Mireya paused her wailing and also eyed the direction her brother was pointing.
As soon as a smirk appeared on Neron's lips — so reminiscent of his father's — Mireya and Juvia tried to run towards the couch. But of course the little boy was closer. Mireya let out a shrill cry as the whole couch was enveloped in crystal ice. Inside the couch sat her favourite plush toy, Grayie, the one that resembled her father.
"Here we go again," Juvia mumbled.
"Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!" Mireya cried, pounding on the crystal shell around the coach. She turned towards Neron, her eyes sending him a deathly gaze, her hair flying in all directions. In quick strides, Juvia knelt beside her daughter to calm her down.
Mireya still had no total in control of her water abilities. While Neron produced blocks of ice as soon as he turned one, Mireya could only create puddles of water surrounding her feet. Yet, when she's terribly upset, she would get out of control and produce a Sierra-like state. So far, her parents were always with her to calm her down. Juvia had no idea what would happen if Mireya transform into a Sierra form, especially since she had yet to grasp her abilities.
The little girl's fragile shoulders kept shaking, but her temperature went down. She buried her tear-stricken face in the crook of her mother's neck.
"Neron, look what you did to your sister. You made her cry. That's not very nice," Juvia chastised her son with a gentle voice. The toddler somehow gave a guilty expression.
"What's wrong?" a deep voice questioned from the doorway.
Juvia turned to greet the familiar face with a small smile. The little girl in her arms suddenly wiggled away from her mother's embrace and ran to the newly arrived individual.
"Daddy!" she wailed as she made a dash towards her father, who instantly picked her up in his arms. The girl sobbed and sniffed, unable to speak the words she wanted to say to her protector.
Gray sent his wife a questioning look, and she responded by pointing to the two-year-old boy with her lips. With full understanding, the father proceeded to give his youngest son a stern look. As a result, the toddler rushed to hide behind his mom's skirt.
"The couch is frozen," someone stated as a-matter-of-factly.
"I can see that, Steel," the father responded to his oldest son's obvious comment. "Is that why my princess is crying?" Gray posed the question out loud. The little girl nodded but continued to bury her head in her father's neck.
The eleven-year-old Steel walked to his mom, handing her a basket. "Mom, they didn't have any more zucchinis at your favourite grocer." Juvia gave her son a disappointed look. "Dad bought you some persimmons though," he added for consolation. Right away, his mother beamed at him. She just loved eating those heaven-sent fruits, especially when they're frozen. Juvia placed a soft kiss on her eldest son's forehead. "Should I go ahead and thaw the couch?"
Gray snorted at his son's question. "You know the drill, buddy." He rubbed Mireya's back who had already calmed down. "Mire, why you go up and change? Your dress is drenched with tears." He put his daughter down and wiped the remaining tears on her rosy cheeks. The girl nodded in response. "Are you gonna scold Neron, Daddy?" Gray nodded, knowing that was the only way to pacify his daughter. The girl smiled, turned her head to Neron who was still hiding behind Juvia, and stuck out her tongue. She then let her tiny legs carry her upstairs to change her clothes.
Juvia laughed while she eyed her youngest son behind her skirt. "Well, mommy's going to continue preparing dinner. Steel honey, can you help out mommy for a few minutes? Daddy wants an alone-time with baby Neron." She felt Neron's tiny fingers clasped tightly onto the fabric of her skirt. She gave Gray a wink.
Shaking his head, Gray went behind Juvia, snatched the little devil and raised him up in the air.
"Please don't freeze our son, Gray-sama," Juvia chuckled, patting her husband on his arm, and then made her way back to the kitchen with Steel in tow.
Once left alone, the father eyed his youngest son carefully. He recalled when Steel was the same age as Neron, the former was such an obedient boy. There were moments of naughtiness, of course, as Steel was just like any other kid. But in general, two-year-old Steel was well-behaved. Mireya was just like her older brother, but she was too well-mannered. She was the epitome of prim and proper. They hardly had any trouble when she was a toddler. So, as luck would have it, fate decided that the Fullbuster couple needed to experience having a mischievous, super playful kid for a change. Heck, even the often-quiet Mireya began whining and wailing whenever she fought with Neron.
The power of Neron!
"Promise daddy that you're not gonna freeze Mire's toys ever again," Gray chided his kid with a firm tone. The boy bit his lip but nodded. "No, I needed to hear your response. You have to say 'yes', or daddy will put you in the no-playtime corner."
This no-playtime corner was simply a corner at the master's bedroom, where a small chair was placed. Juvia created a disciplinary tactic when the then-young Steel was misbehaving. For five minutes, the naughty kid will sit on the chair while facing the wall. That meant no playing, eating, or anything to do for five whole minutes. That's basically a life sentence for a young kid. So far, it worked with the two children. So far, it was still working with Neron, albeit the boy would end up inconsolable from tears. He hated the no-playtime corner and detested the place of doom.
"Ye-yeth," Neron bumbled with his words. This was another concern for the couple, as well. At the age of two, Neron was still yet to say a complete sentence. The doctor assured them that his speech was a little delayed but not an impediment. Social tests showed that the boy responded well, showing signs of wittiness. It was just the development of forming words were a bit slow. Neron loved to talk, even though his words come out as garbled and at times incomprehensible.
"Once you see your older sister, promise me you should say sorry. Try it. Say, 'sorry Mire'," Gray encouraged.
"Thoree, Mreh," Neron repeated in a loud voice.
Gray laughed but proud of his young one. He blew bubbles on Neron's bare belly, eliciting a fit of laughter. "Okay, let's get you dressed up. Personally, I wouldn't mind you wearing nothing but a diaper, but mom will put daddy in no-playtime corner," he winked at his son, who he securely tucked under his arm. "Plus, daddy wants to play with mommy later," he muttered, knowing full well the boy had no idea what the father just said. Still, Neron giggled, making Gray second-guessed himself.
After struggling to put on Neron's shorts and shirt on the boy, Gray made his way towards the kitchen. The smell of pot roast made his stomach growl. "Isn't it lunchtime yet?" he asked his wife who was busily chopping vegetables. "Steel, can you check if Neron's stripping again." He eyed the pre-teen boy washing the dishes. "I'll finish those for you." Steel nodded and left the kitchen.
"Just admit it, Gray-sama. You're no match for our sweet Neron," teased Juvia, as she poked her husband's side.
Gray snorted. "Sweet? He's a little devil, I'm tellin' ya." Juvia giggled loudly in agreement. "But he apologized to Mire like I told him. He's getting there, Juvia. His speech is a just delayed, but he's getting there."
The bluenette wife gave him a sad smile, thinking about the concerns involving their youngest. For every parent, they desire nothing but perfection for their kids. Juvia convinced herself that this was just a roadblock to Neron's growth. Steel took time to be able to control his ice-water ability. Mire used to be quite the anti-social outside the house. All of her children had some drawbacks, but eventually they would get through it. She's sure of it.
Gray, noticing his wife being lost in thoughts, changed the course of discussion. "I saw Lisanna on the way to the market this morning. She told me you rejected the mission she proposed. It sounds like a good one, and perfect for you." He heard her sigh out loud. Gray turned off the tap and faced his wife. "Talk to me, baby."
Juvia stopped her chopping, sending him a thoughtful look. "You want Juvia to be honest?" When Gray nodded, she continued. "Juvia's not sure if Gray-sama will let her."
Her admission made Gray frown. He wasn't sure whether to be angry, annoyed, or offended. "Why would you think that? When was the last time I interfered with your work?" Going on missions were never an issue between the two of them. Sure, they would consult one another about a job, especially if it entailed something quite dangerous. However, Gray had never prevented Juvia from doing what she does best. "We've been married for nine years, Juvia, and yet you think I'll hinder you from going to this mission?"
Juvia shook her head, aiming to rectify the situation. "No, no, no. It's not that, Gray-sama. The mission will last for a week, and Juvia just doesn't want to leave you and the kids alone." She approached her husband and encircled her arms around his waist. Since they've been married for a decade, Juvia knew just how to pacify him. She stood on tiptoes and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.
Gray snorted, aware that she was trying to smooth things over. He lifted her chip up so that she's staring up at him. "We'll be fine, baby. Lisanna said that this resort badly needs a water mage. The pay is good as well," he winked at her. "If you still want to do it, go."
Flashing him a beaming smile, which always managed to uplift Gray's moods, Juvia nodded in glee. "Okay, Juvia really wants to go. Aside from the payment, they're also offering free spa massage. Juvia will tell Lisanna-chan after lunch." Juvia jumped up and down, kissing Gray's cheeks simultaneously.
"Finish preparing the food, water mage. Your husband is hungry!" he reprimanded her in jest, the blue-haired wife saluting in compliance.
"Babe, I cannot believe Neron froze flame-breath's feet," Gray's laughter filled the bedroom he shares with his blue-haired wife.
It was already night time at the Fullbusters household. The family of five arrived home a few hours ago, stopping by for dinner at a lovely family restaurant with the Dragneels.
Gray just finished putting the two young children to bed, and then took a shower. He stepped out of their bathroom, drying his hair, recalling the laugh-out-loud moment when Neron accidentally encased the fire mage's feet in ice.
Just before he neared the bed, where his wife sat, Gray paused in the middle of their room, intensely staring at his wife. Juvia comfortably lounged on her side of the bed, brushing her wavy hair. Adorning her curvaceous body was a babydoll nightgown. Her back was turned on Gray, but the ice mage could just imagine the exposed part of her voluminous bosom. And though the nightgown wasn't flimsy, Gray could just visualize the silhouette of her shape. With a mind of its own, Gray's legs brought him to their bedside, quickly climbing on the bed.
He hummed out loud as he nestled his nose on Juvia's bare shoulder, pressing his chest on her back. "Smells so good. Looks so good." His reward was her bubbly laughter. Gray put his one hand on top of her belly, the other cupping her breast. "I want some of these now." Being in a jovial mood, especially since Neron slept as soon as his head hit the pillow, Gray decided playtime with mommy should be commenced. He pinched the soft skin on Juvia's stomach. "This was once flat. Squishy, squishy," he teased.
"Did you just imply Juvia's fat now?"
Gray laughed. "Nah, it just means more for me to squeeze."
Juvia rolled her eyes and hit his hand. In their almost-a-decade of marriage, Gray remained stoic in public when it comes to affections. She didn't mind at all. Because when their only witnesses were the four corners of their bedroom, the man becomes a pervert, overly touchy-feely, and can be quite the savage in bed. Yet, there were those times that he's the gentlest lover who wouldn't mind to be submissive to Juvia's demands.
The bluenette wriggled free from Gray's embrace to face him instead. She pinched his cheeks, aware that he secretly loved to be treated like a little boy at times. "Juvia thinks her hubby is shooo cute," she teased in a baby voice, as if she was talking to Neron.
"Cute, huh? How about after tonight I'll make you not call me cute, but wild and feral?"
Juvia laughed and snorted. She always loved it when he feigned anger. She traced an almost-healed mark on his left shoulder blade and scowled. "Where'd you get this one, Gray-sama? Was it from your last mission?"
Gray glanced at where Juvia's eyes were fixated. He thought about bonking the bluenette's head for not knowing how he got such a nick. "I had some wild rendezvous with a divine vixen last week. I guess I pumped her too hard, instead of moaning out loud, she bit me."
Juvia gasped, unable to digest what she heard. She had no recollection of such event — well the biting, not the 'pumping'. She traced gentle touches on it, as if trying to soothe whatever sting the skin felt at that time. "Juvia doesn't remember," she confessed sadly.
In a flash, Gray rolled Juvia over, her back hitting the mattress with a thud. "I'll show you in detail, so you'll recall what you did," he declared with a dangerous glint. His eyes were filled with lust.
However, Juvia didn't absorb the innuendo of his statement. Instead, she shot him an apologetic look. "Juvia is sorry, Gray-sama. She didn't mean to bite you."
"Baby, bite me all you want," he continued with the teasing. That earned him a delicious kiss on the lips. After deepening the kiss, and pulling away for much needed oxygen, Gray pampered his wife with more soft pecks on her neck, travelling down to her cleavage, and up again to her neck. He just loved nuzzling his lips and nose at the curve of her jaw and behind her earlobes. He knew the spots that tickled her and the exact points that elicited a moan.
"Juvia will miss Gray-sama and the kids when she leaves for her mission," the bluenette told him in between hitched breaths. "So, Gray-sama really doesn't mind if Juvia's going to the Hawthorne Resort?" The trail of kisses abruptly stopped with Gray's lips stationed on the exposed area of Juvia's right breast. Juvia arched her head to check why her husband turned into a statue. "Gray-sama?"
Gray hovered above her supported by his strong arms. Both arms respectively placed on Juvia's side, as if protectively pinning her in place. "What do you mean by Hawthorne?" he spat the name as if it was poison.
"They're the client for Juvia's upcoming mission," the water mage explained.
"What?!" Gray moved away from his hovering position and sat up straight. Juvia lifted herself off the bed to face him. "You're not going," he stated firmly.
"But earlier… Gray-sama said Juvia can go. That's why Juvia told Lisanna-chan after lunch. She and master already confirmed it with the client. Juvia cannot just back out. It's unprofessional."
Gray's eyes became tiny slits due to anger. He crossed his arms and gave her a stone-cold look. "I said yes because I didn't know it's that Slate-bastard you're gonna work for. My decision's final. I am not letting you go."
It was Juvia's turn to get exasperated. "Don't call Slate-san a bastard," she couldn't help but say it. Gray's face contorted into something unpleasant, and Juvia knew she made a mistake. "Gray-sama, do you not trust Juvia?"
He grumbled, "I trust you. It's that jerk that I don't trust."
"But you're the only one Juvia loves."
His grimace softened. Sighing out loud, Gray caressed her cheeks. "I know that. It's just…" he trailed off, not wanting his voice to crack. "I almost lost you to him," he whispered, the words barely audible.
Juvia leaned forward to kiss his forehead, as if trying to assure him he will never lose her. "But you didn't, because Juvia chose you." Just to assure him, she added, "The client is the oldest Hawthorne son. Not Slate-san. Plus, Slate-san is scheduled to be married next month."
"And you know that because?"
Juvia chuckled. "Juvia read it on Magnolia Daily. He's a rich man, so it's bound to hit the news all over Fiore."
Gray just grunted. He pulled his wife close to him, burying his face on her floral-scented azure locks. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
The embrace spoke volumes of their earnest devotions to each other, even though at times they can be left unspoken. Juvia rubbed his back up and down, as if pacifying a child.
"I just want you with me all the time."
Juvia broke away from his embrace. "Even if Juvia drowns you? Suffocates you?"
"Huh?"
Juvia shook her head, laughing a little. "Don't mind me. It's just a conversation Juvia remembers."
He tugged the hem of her nightgown. "What is it? I'm curious, tell me."
"Well, you know, that conversation you had with Mira-san. You said you disliked Juvia 'cause you feel suffocated."
Gray wore puzzlement like a permanent mask. .hell! He had no idea what his wife is talking about. "I don't know what you're talking about," he voiced out his thoughts. "What conversation? Usually my convo with Mira goes 'can I get a pint' or 'do you have more waffles' or 'how come you still can't perfect these pastries'." He scratched his head. "I don't remember telling her I'm suffocating cause of you."
Juvia didn't know whether she should be happy or sad that he completely banished that discussion in his mind. Those words were the one that made her decide to put Gray at a distance. If she didn't hear those words from him, perhaps she had a much more happy pregnancy. Perhaps her relationship with Gray could have started earlier than intended.
"It's all in the past now, Gray-sama. Let's just focus on the present to prepare for the future." She placed both hands on his cheeks, gifting him with an affectionate smile.
Yes, they went through a tough time. There were uncertainties when it came to Gray's feelings for her. Juvia willed herself to remove him from her heart. She convinced herself to let go and move on. At the end of it all, her unrequited love was reciprocated ten-fold. She couldn't ask for a better husband, the most loving father, a reliable provider, and a passionate lover.
Since the first time they met, Juvia was always Gray's. And that would remain for a lifetime. Now, she can proudly proclaim that Gray will always be Juvia's.
When Gray was about to probe more about his supposed discussion with Mira, Juvia stilled his lips with an intense lip lock. In that kiss was a promise of forever.
"I'm gonna make sure to leave a lot of marks on your body," Gray warned her with naughty sneer.
"Juvia should leave a mark on her Gray-sama too!" she pouted cutely for him. Juvia leaned forward and placed her soft lips just above his left pectoral. She sucked on the skin lightly but for a prolonged duration. Gray stared at her in awe. When she pulled back, a reddish mark was emblazoned on the surface, the place where his beating heart resides.
Proud of her work, Juvia clapped her hand. "The reddening is temporary, but Juvia bets her mark reached that beating organ inside," she winked at him. "Now, Juvia has claimed Gray-sama forever!"
"And this Gray-sama will do the same thing to Juvia-hime!" Making his wife draw her breath sharply, he swiftly pulled the fabric that hid her left breast from his hungry eyes. Without waiting any second, he pounced on the bare hardening bead with his tongue, lapping on it like a wild carnivore. "Gray will mark this first and proceed with the other one soon. Just you wait, Juvia-hime."
Juvia closed her eyes, lost in the electrifying sensation his sucking and licking provided. Her fingers were clutching tightly on the blanket.
"MOMMY!"
Juvia jerked her eyelids open. Gray continued to lick.
"MO-MMMMMMMY!"
Juvia tried to move but her husband kept her in place. Gray rested his forehead on the valley of her breasts. "Can I freeze her for once, babe?" Gray groaned when their baby girl kept yelling for her mother. "You spoil her too much. Let's leave her be and she'll eventually stop," Gray instructed his wife.
Mireya may be a timid child, but when she decided to whine, oh WHINE and WHINE she'll do.
"Please, DAAAADDDY. Help Mire!"
Right away, Gray was on his feet, struggling to put on his pyjamas. He was only wearing his boxers at the moment, and god-forbid his kid would see the strain on his lower half of the body. "I'll be there, princess," he yelped in frustration when he couldn't quite put his one leg inside the pants. He was out of their room as soon as he pulled up his pajamas on.
"And he tells me that Juvia spoils her too much!" Juvia rolled her eyes, fixed her nightgown, and grabbed her robe. It wouldn't be an ordinary evening at the Fullbusters if one of their kids went to sleep without any commotion first. She let herself out of the room, ready to be welcomed with a catastrophe called Mireya. Or quite possibly, named Neron!
The couple found their little girl standing in the middle of her bedroom, her feet frozen, quite literally. The culprit was none other than her younger brother, who was nowhere in sight. Since the staircase leading to downstairs was blocked with a safety gate, there were only a few places upstairs where the mini-villain had run to.
"Oh my…" exclaimed Juvia. This was the first time one of the family members had been frozen by the devious Neron. "He must've really liked the idea of freezing someone's feet," the mother added, reminiscing to hours earlier where a certain fire dragon slayer was the first victim.
"Neron stole Mire's Grayie," the girl told her father, pertaining to her favourite plush toy her mom had given her — the Gray-sama doll.
Gray kissed his daughter's flushed cheeks, which were wet from tears of anger and frustration. "Is it hurting your feet, princess?" he asked concerned. Since Neron still had no control of his magic, often times the ice he produces could be easily melted. Fortunately, his baby daughter shook her head. Mireya also didn't mind the cold.
"Juvia will melt it, Gray-sama," the blue-haired mother volunteered. "Why don't you look for our ice-villain instead?"
Gray ruffled Mireya's hair, hoping the girl wouldn't cry again. Just before Gray stepped out of the room, Steel entered carrying a naked Neron in his arms.
"Here's the rascal you're looking for, dad," Steel announced, tucking the struggling toddler from his clutch. "He was running around naked again." He handed his brother to his father, and eyed the melting masterpiece surrounding Mireya's feet. "I'll do that, mom," he offered as he knelt down beside his mother. Steel smiled at Mireya. "I have Grayie in my room. After I melt this ice, let's go there and get him, okay," he spoke gently to his sister.
Mireya nodded happily. "Can Steel tell me a story about the Water King and the Ice Queen?" she pleaded to her brother. "Only until Mire falls asleep," she added, hoping it was enough to convince her big brother. Mireya loved hearing about the blue-haired king who resides in a palace underwater. This king fell madly in love with a queen from the Ice kingdom. Even with long dark hair, Mireya always imagined the Ice Queen looking like her mom.
Steel pondered the question, not exactly in the mood for storytelling. The begging of his only sister was enough to persuade him. "Okay, but promise me no more fighting with Neron."
"Mire promises!" she agreed with gusto, albeit shooting a sharp gaze towards the butt naked boy in their dad's arms. Once the melting of the ice was completed, Mire took Steel's arms, dragged him outside her room to go to his, and fetched Grayie.
Juvia and Gray then brought Neron to his room. The mother faced Neron, who was now quietly behaving in Gray's tight hold. "Neron," Juvia said his name sternly. This time the toddler was aware of his mom's serious tone. He looked at Juvia with teary eyes. Juvia didn't budge. "Don't ever, ever freeze anyone's feet again. Understand?" she directed her gaze straight to his eyes. The boy knew the implications if he didn't say yes to his mom. When he nodded, Juvia wiped the flowing tears from his cheeks. "Also, when daddy or mommy puts you to bed, don't climb over your bed and out of your room. Try to sleep again, or call mommy or daddy instead. Don't fight with Mire," she scolded, hoping her disciplinary voice reached him.
"Yeth, mumm," he responded as best as he could.
"Okay, daddy will tuck you in. Good night, my ice prince," Juvia kissed his cheek to reassure her son she still loved him despite being strict.
Neron shook his head. "Nooo. Want Steel," he protested, aware that Mireya would be having a storytelling event with their older brother. Again, he tried to wrestle himself from Gray's hold, wanting to get down on the ground. "Want Steel!" he insisted to his father.
Gray shot Juvia a look to help him out, but the bluenette only winked at her husband. "Handle your naked son, Gray-sama," she kissed the wiggling Neron's cheek and patted Gray on the back. "If you want to play with Juvia, make sure our youngest prince goes to bed soon," she whispered in his ears in coquettish charm, sending shivers down his spine. Juvia laughed when Gray scowled at her. She let herself out of Neron's room with a laugh.
"Can I freeze him this time?" he called out.
"Do what you want, Gray-sama. Just make sure he goes to sleep with clothes on," the wife replied without going back in the room.
"Well, kiddo, it's freezing time," he warned the toddler, who somewhat beamed at the idea of being frozen. Gray managed to put Neron's pyjamas and tucked him in. The boy's eyes were drooping from the state of sleepiness, but he kept fighting it. With a sigh, Gray made the blanket a little cooler with a dash of ice magic. The feeling of coldness enveloped the boy, a smile painted on his face, his system entering the state of slumber. "That's my son," he whispered proudly.
A few minutes passed by and Neron was already snoring lightly. Gray placed a gentle kiss on his forehead and lifted himself off the bed. As he left the toddler's room, he could hear Steel's voice inside Mireya's room. His stories, the one Juvia used to tell him, always served as a lullaby to the little girl. Gray didn't want to disturb them.
After all, inside the master bedroom, the most wonderful, sexy, loving, caring, beautiful maiden was awaiting his return.
"You're all mine now, Juvia," he growled at the seductive goddess on the bed.
This was indeed a typical night at the Lockser-Fullbuster household.
THE END
a/n: So... this is it. the conclusion of my story. my very first Fairy Tail fanfic. it's a little bittersweet. I've had fun writing it, and I'm truly thankful to those who took the time to leave a review:
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