He was cold, or at the very least colder than normal. He reached over to his right, but all he felt were empty cotton sheets. We wiped his eyes and looked over, but she wasn't there. She had apparently left early again, but when he looked over to his left, out her window, he saw that the full moon was still out, and that made him worry. Where could she be? He thought worriedly as he left through the front door, trying to think when, as he breathed in, he smelled her. She smelled of vanilla and almonds, like fucking icing, but there was also a hint of salt, bloody hell, more an just a little salt!
He started running down the stairs of their house, and just as he was bursting through the door he saw her, his angel, sitting down with her knees drawn up to her chest. She turned her head to him in shock, but all he could see was her watery eyes and the trails of tears that led down from her eyes to her jaw. She had been crying, and Laxus could imagine that he knew exactly why.
"Nightmares?" He asked gently as he picked her up, setting her down in his lap as he himself sat down upon the top step leading down to the road.
"No. Worse." Laxus could practically glare at the tension that filled the air, and so he, like always when it came to his girlfriend, tried to lighten the mood.
"What, did you see me lying on the bed naked, and whenever you tried to get close enough to fuck me I'd get further away?"
"No." Even though she tried to hide it via smacking Laxus's arm as hard as she could manage at that moment, a smile appeared on her face, until she remembered what her dream was truly about.
"No Laxus. I dreamed that I was little, and that my mom was still alive. She was talking to me, and reading me stories, when all of a sudden she turned me around and said, 'I can't believe you got yourself in this situation.' Why did she look so ashamed at me? Am I doing something wrong?" As Lucy pulled away slightly from Laxus to stare him in the eyes, his eyes widened as he inhaled.
He buried his hair into her hair and laughed. It was a loud, happy laugh, and she was all too confused, and her eyes showed it when he pulled away and stared into them.
"You're pregnant Blondie." He had a grin on his face, but her eyes widened with shock, and not two seconds later she fainted, leaving him to hold her unconscious form as he laughed at her reaction.
