Hi everyone!

Hope everyone had a safe and happy Halloween

I want to welcome all of you to the start of BixLu Week! MidLu week has wrapped and now onto the next awesome pairing. I had a great time with the lovely Midnight and Bixy has been wonderful to write.

This week will all be part of one storyline. The days will skip around in their relationship.

But, onto the reading! They say all good things must come to an end and sometimes, the end is just the beginning.

Day 1 - Fix

Bickslow leaned against the archway that lead into the kitchen and grinned. He couldn't help but admire the woman standing at the sink. She was beautiful. More so than she'd been all those years ago. Nine to be exact, seven years married and two years prior to that. Her hair was longer but still that honey gold shade of blonde. Her face looked a little more mature and was a little fuller. Her hips had a wider flare, which she complained a lot about. He, on the other hand, found her simply irresistible. There wasn't a day that went by that she didn't talk his breath away or make him rock hard. And she didn't have to do a damn thing to do it. To say he was still head over heels for her was an understatement. Waking up next to her every morning, he tumbled head over feet all over again. She was his dream come true and every waking moment in between.

"Did the kids get off alright?"

Her voice brought him out of his reverie and he smiled as he made his way across the kitchen to stand behind her. His hands caressed her voluptuous ass as his head dropped to brush over a bare shoulder. He loved summer now. It meant short skirts and shorts that reached just below the curve of her ass and barely there tops. Sure, these days the bottom hem of her shirts were longer. She complained about her stomach, needlessly he thought. She hated the couple of stretch marks she'd received with their second and last baby. It was a sad thought, not seeing her pregnant again. He'd never thought himself to have that kind of fetish until seeing her with that rounded belly the first time. Just the thought of it had his pants tightening. "Yep," he breathed against her skin. "Bisca said to tell you that she's got everything set up for tomorrow for you."

"Mmm great," she smiled as she turned her head to press her lips to his. "And did Cay give you trouble about staying?"

Cay, or Caylinn, was their youngest and by far the clingiest. When she wasn't being a sheer terror. He loved both of his children but the baby was proving to be too much like him, even at three. Always up to no good and moody without Lucy near enough to touch. "Not much," he lied. "I promised her a ride on the babies if he was a good girl for Erza."

"You spoil her," she chuckled. "And it's still weird. Her and Mira having kids, running a pre-school."

He had to laugh. Weird? No, weird was them having a child for Laxus and Gajeel. Them getting pregnant at the same time, twice so that both same sex couples could have children was a goddamn circus oddity. All because Mira had images of babies dancing in her head now that everyone was paired. Matchmaking to Babymaking. She should have her own reality show. "Yeah. Weird," he chuckled as he gave her a quick smack on her ass. "I'm going to be back in the workshop if you need me."

"Ok baby," she smiled and gave him another kiss. "I'll bring you some lunch when the laundry's done."

He hummed his approval and left her to make for his study. With any luck he'd have the last of Aidan's totems done. Having a child who could possibly have the burden of his magic had once scared the shit out of him. It wasn't the most acceptable of abilities and he knew how hard his life had been. He'd been called everything from freak to monster. People had avoided him, hated him and feared him. It wasn't until Lucy had come along to teach him self-acceptance that he stopped hating the curse. But his oldest was already taking interest and showing signs of taking after him in the magic department. So he decided for his upcoming sixth birthday, he'd give his boy his first set of totems. He could start teaching him, showing him the basics. He wanted his son to grow up with a better outlook on the power they had. To see the good that was in it first, instead of the bad.

He pulled the cloth off that hid the unfinished totems from view and smiled at his work. Over the years he'd become a skilled wood worker, thanks to perseverance and a little help from a certain kink friendly woodwork mage at the guild. He picked up one of the three completed wooden statues and brushed his thumb over the comical little face. He'd opted for much smaller versions of his own but modeled the faces off of pictures Lucy had taken over the last five years of his son's life. Aiden and Cailynn. He loved them both equally but the first would always have a special place. He knew exactly when the boy had been conceived, oh did he remember. Six months after they'd been married. He could vividly remember his birth and the wonder he felt in that he, Bickslow Tamashi had helped bring a life into the world. And like it had been with the boy's mother, it had been an intense, incredible and unconditional love at first sight.

He pulled his tools and paints out of the storage drawers, arranged his work table the way he wanted. He wasn't an overly meticulous person, as his wife so often reminded him when she was busy cleaning up after his mess. Except when it came to his work. He was practically OCD when it came to his workshop. Everything had a place. Every chisel, brush, hammer, screwdriver, paint can; all neatly stored in its own draw or cubby. He could sometimes lose himself in his work. It was relaxing, focusing on the tiny details. Once he was sure he had everything laid out that he needed, he took a seat on the stool and set about precariously carving.

Lucy set the last dish in the rack and was reaching to shut the water off when something warm and wet surrounded her sock covered foot. She looked down and gasped at the sight of water running along the floor. "Oh fuck," she swore under her breath as she quickly shut the water off. Taking a step back, her eyes immediately went to the cupboard beneath the sink. It was dry, not even a drop from her cleaning up the breakfast dishes. The dishwasher was bone dry as well. No no no! He promised. Her eyes darted to the closed laundry room door only to find suds billowing out from under the bottom. Water rushed out from the opening and over the kitchen floor. "Damn it! Bicks!" She shouted as she ran across the kitchen.

"In a minute, Babe."

She pulled the door open with a growl and stomped her feet in anger. Mountains of bubbles rose out of the washing machine, spilling down the white metal side like a waterfall. A minute. A fucking minute my ass! "Bickslow! Now goddamn it!"

"I'm coming Cosplayer! Just give me a second."

She slammed her hand down on the lacrima dial. "Bickslow Tamashi, get out here right fucking now before I give you a second up your ass!" She looked down at all the water and soap and suddenly felt the burning sting from tears. It was everywhere. How the hell am I going to get all of this cleaned up? A sob slipped out and she kicked the side of the machine.

"Lu-What the fuck!" Bickslow's voice boomed from the kitchen. "Where'd all the damn water come from?"

Her fists clenched at her side and she bit her lip to keep from going complete raging psycho bitch on him. She took a deep breath and turned to walk out of the flooded laundry room. "You said you fixed the da-AHHH!" Socks and suds were suddenly her arch-nemesis. Her feet slipped out from underneath her and she was rushing towards the floor. On her back. She heard heavy footsteps rushing towards her before the wind was knocked from her body. Her vision tunneled and she groaned at the pain that radiated from her back.

"Oh god, Bab-oohh shi-"

She didn't need to see to know what was coming. Reflexes kicked in and she rolled just in time to feel the impact beside her. The sound of him groaning beside her struck her as comical, karma revisiting him for saying he fixed the machine instead of just agreeing to a new one. A chuckle bubbled up. And then another and another until she was laying there, drenched and covered in laundry suds laughing her ass off.

"What the hell is so damn funny?"

She rolled her head to the side to find him pulling himself up to sit, a grimace on his face as he reached up to rub at his head. He wasn't a klutz by any stretch of the means. He had impeccable balance and amazing grace. Seeing him laid out on his back, having slipped on the saturated floor only fueled her laughter more. It wasn't that it was that funny, he could be seriously hurt. They weren't twenty three and nineteen anymore. But in that moment she found it hysterical. "Y-you," she managed between giggling fits. "This…this is all your fault."

"How the hell is this all my fault?"

Lucy scooped up a handful of bubbles and threw it at him. "You said you fixed the washer."

"I did," he bellowed.

"Really?" She chuckled as she pushed herself up to sit. "If you fixed it, how did you explain the water and soap covering our floors."

"Well…" He frowned, a hand coming up to run through his soaked hair. "I…I thought I did."

She chuckled and reached over to brush off the bubbles that sat on the pointed tip of his nose. There was no staying mad at him. No matter how hard she tried, she never could. "Does this mean you accept that I was right and we need a new washer?"

"Yeah. Fuck. Lucy, I'm sorry."

She pursed her lips and leaned over to grasp his face in her hands. "It's ok my Baby," she smiled before brushing her lips against his. "Make it up with a new washing machine. I've got clothes to wash."

He grinned and pulled her into his lap before capturing her lips with his own, kissing her deeply. "Deal but right now I've got a water goddess I need to dry off."

She shivered as his fingers slipped beneath her wet shirt. It was one more thing about him she could never resist but she had to. They had a mess to clean up and other things to tend to. "Oh no Mr. Tamashi," She chuckled as she pulled back. "Maybe if our house wasn't flooded and someone hadn't kept me up all night."

His face took on an expression of mock shock. "I only wanted to cuddle."

"Yeah with your penis maybe," she snorted.

"Since when do I have a penis?"

She blinked at him. Had he really just asked that ludicrous question? "Bixy, Baby. You do realize you're a boy right?"

"No. I'm a fucking man," he pouted. "But you never referred to it as a penis."

God he's so fucking adorable when he pouts like that. It reminded her of Aiden's pout when it was bedtime. While the boy had her disposition and hair color, he was otherwise his father's son. Caylinn on the other hand had his disposition and hair but was her spitting image, magic preference and all. I wonder… "Ok," she smirked. "You're dick, cock, man meat, dude piston, penis has been getting a lot of cuddles lately and…."

"And?"

She slipped her arms over his shoulders and grinned. "And it might have left a little something."

"Wait," he asked as he pushed her back a little. "Left a little something."

Oh god, he's slow today. "Yes," she drawled. "As in I might have gone to see Wendy yesterday…"

She watched his brows furrow for just half a second before a look of horror came over his face. It certainly wasn't the look she was expecting. Ok, she could admit that they'd agreed the last would be it. They were done with this and she hadn't exactly planned it. Hell she'd been shocked as hell when she found out. But horror? "B-Bixy?"

His head dropped. "I told Evergreen there was something wrong with that hotel but-"

"Hotel?" Her stomach knotted and an anxious feeling swept over her.

'Yeah. On the way back we stayed at this crappy place and I just knew I'd get something there."

Her brows furrowed and she found herself silently praying. Her eyes began to burn and she could feel her breakfast starting to rebel. "Get something?"

"Well. Yeah," he groaned. "It's crabs isn't it? Oh god it's no-"

Her face fell at his words, her jaw dropping with it. She could punch him in his handsome fucking face for scaring her like that. She was starting to think he was confessing to something horrible. The pessimistic side that she denied existed had reared its ugly head. It had whispered those horrible thoughts into her ear, playing on the insecurities she had developed over the last couple of years. She wasn't as young. Her body wasn't in the same shape. There were now scars that marred her flesh. He was bound to find something more…appealing. But no! He was way the hell off base. She was pretty sure that she wasn't going to be shitting for the next month thanks to the pucker factor. "I'm not talking about STD's Bickslow," she said flatly.

"Then wha…" His words trailed off as the light seemed to go off. "Y-you don't…you…ah…how?"

Eureka! That had been her exact reaction when The Sky Dragon Slayer had confirmed the twenty-five tests she'd taken. She was surprised that he hadn't stumbled across one of the boxes in the trash before now. "Well," She shrugged. "I'm thinking perhaps your doctor took lessons from my husband."

"B-but…Lucy! I got fixed!"

A snort of laughter shot out and she turned to glance at the laundry room. "You mean the way you fixed the washer?"

The Seith Mage blinked as his eyes bounced between her and the door way. "Are you sure?"

"About six weeks sure," she smiled.

He wasted no time in pulling her against him. The safety of his arms encircled her and his lips were all over her face. She giggled at the onslaught, surprised that he was now practically overflowing with joy. She wasn't sure how she felt. Part of her was happy, ecstatic even. Her pregnancies had been happy, healthy ones. She loved being a mother, as much as she loved being his wife. And he was wonderful, so attentive and encouraging when she thought herself contemplating applying for Shamu's position at Sea World. It had been a rough, hard decision to cut off the possibility of more children. But now the vanity in her made her question. She'd just gotten herself back in shape from the last pregnancy. Caylinn was finally diaper and bottle free. This meant she'd have to start all over again. It meant more late night feedings, even less time alone with her husband. It meant another year, at the least without being able to go out on a mission with him. It was hard to go slaying vulcans and vanquishing dark guilds with a baby attached to a tit.

"-splayer? Lucy?"

His voice broke into the ping pong game she was playing in her mind and she blinked. She hadn't even realized he'd released her until she found his concern gaze trained on her. A small, embarrassed smile tugged at her lips. "Sorry. What were you saying?"

"What's wrong?"

She pursed her lips and gave a shrug. "Are you sure you're ok with this?"

The bark of laughter that erupted from between his lips startled her and his hands came up to frame her face. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well becau-"

He silenced her with a soft brush of his lips against hers. "So it wasn't planned," he smiled. "I'm happy, more than happy really. That is one fix I'm glad failed."

A sigh of a laugh fell from her lips and she leaned her forehead against his, the mess surrounding them forgotten. When had life twisted? He was now the optimistic one without a single worry and she was the pessimist with a million questions. They'd gotten rid of all of the baby items. Clothes, furniture, bottles, diaper bins. She'd even tossed out all of her maternity clothes. Just last month and she'd cringed when she'd held a few pieces against herself. She had been happy to be rid of them. What husband wanted a waddling wife that had to roll herself out of bed? "Yeah," she sighed wistfully. "Definitely not planned."

Bickslow brushed the locks of hair that escaped her messy bun back behind her ears and hooked a finger under her chin. "Lucy. Baby," he smiled. "I'm gonna stop you right there. Do you really not want another?"

Lucy's eyes trained on his lip as her mind contemplated his question. It wasn't about not wanting another child. Sure, it was in a way but not really. She loved her children. One more would only add to the excitement in their home. One more to hear laughing as they played, one more to cuddle with when they had a bad dream, one more step away from the dreaded empty nest. It was about setting aside their plans to start going out on family missions. To take trips now that both of the other ones were old enough. To send them both out to an aunt or uncles home for the night so that they could have date night. "Yes but wh-"

"No buts to be had," he cut in. "You're worried about gaining weight and don't say you aren't. I know you, remember? You don't see what I see when you're pregnant. You're beautiful EVEN more so with that pregnant belly. God, you don't know how much it turns me on seeing you like that. And maybe you're worried about stretch marks. I don't. They remind me of the gorgeous children you've given me and how damn sexy you looked carrying them." She opened her mouth to speak but he gave her a pointed look. "I love you, Lucy. So damn much. And I know that that we didn't plan for this, it changes a few of things. But for the better. It gives us one more kid to enrich our lives. It gives us one more reason to be at home, one more reminder that I found the most perfect woman who has made my life a dream come true."

"Bicks," she sniffled. She never in a million years would have taken him for a romantic before they'd gotten together. He'd always came off as the jokester pervert, a sweet one but one still the same. But he'd turned out to be so much more. He had a way with words that melted her heart every time. He could make her heart skip a beat with just a look. And every time he walked into the room, she fell in love with him all over again.

He pressed his lips to her forehead before slowly kissing his way down her face. Her eyes, the length of her nose, her cheeks, her chin to end with her lips. "It's true, Baby. You came in and made a diamond out of shit. You made my life better, you made me better. You fix me every day and this is just one more testament to that."

She fixed him? In her eyes, he never needed fixing. Hell, if anything, he was the one that did the fixing. He's the one that filled in the broken road she'd traveled on. He showed her that love did exist and not all men were assholes. "I love you Bickslow."

He smiled and pressed his lips to hers. "I love you too and this will be ok. More than ok and you'll be even more beautiful this time around than the other two."

"If you say so," she chuckled.

"I do," he chuckled as his fingers strayed back down to the hem of her shirt. "Now, how about we get out of these wet clothes? I need to fix those doubts of yours by worshiping this hot ass body of yours."

She moaned as his warm hands slid up to cup her breasts. "You can fix me any time, Bicks."

And there you go! Like I said before, the end is just the beginning. Bixy really does make the perfect hubby :D

Stay tuned for tomorrow – Day 2 – Hidden

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Big hugs,

Princess Nana