If you've read my Dragon Slayers collection (of two... because I haven't written a lot yet) you'll notice this seems very similar to Natsu's Hearing shot. Well that's because when I wrote this that was all I could think of to write but it is a little different. So anyway... voila!

Betaed by WhatAreAllTheseTears

Gajeel was always the first of the two of them up when the twins began to cry, which he was more than okay with. Levy had done all of the hard work after all. Swiftly grabbing the two pre-prepared bottles from his bedside table he slipped out of bed, listening for the telltale intake of breath which preceded the twins' wailing.

As soon as he reached the doorway of his and Levy's bedroom the prelude to their crying began and Gajeel dashed across the hall to the twins. Scooping the two up in his arms he stuck bottles into their mouths shushing them for the time being. The twins suckled gaily, tiny hands (everything about them was tiny, except their wails. Tiny hands, tiny feet, tiny noses and tiny nails) clutching onto the bottles for dear life, as if they feared that Gajeel would take the milk away. His daughter closed her eyes while she drank deeply, blue eyelashes fluttering on naturally tan skin. His son, on the other hand, stared at his father, slitted hazel eyes wide and alert.

The only sound in the room was the audible gulping of his children. Straining his ears he could hear the soft breathing of his wife as she slept. This was one of his favorite times of night, sure he would probably have been happier if Levy too was awake, with him, admiring the two perfect beings the two of them had made but Levy both needed and deserved rest. Besides, there was something about the calm with her sleeping, soft breathing lulling his ears, and the babies both in his arms, quiet and at peace. He felt like he and his family were the only people in the world, sometimes he wished that that sentiment was true.

In these hours he gazed at his children, thinking up their lives. He wondered what their favorite colors would be, their best friends (he prayed they wouldn't grow too attached to Salamander's brats, Gajeel didn't know how he felt about possibly being related to the moron), he wondered about their Guild teams, who they would end up going on missions with (obviously the team would include him and Levy until the twins were like… hmmm… maybe 20? That way they wouldn't be able to get into any trouble). Gajeel wondered what would happen to him and Levy, would they end up like Macao and Wakaba? Just hanging around the Guild? Or would they be more like Bisca and Alzack, going on missions with their children. They hadn't been on a mission in a while together; usually one would go out and take a non-combat mission and would bring home money while the other took care of the children.

They had both agreed on that until the twins were on solid foods they wouldn't go away on missions or go on missions together, but the six month marker was coming up soon. He wondered what their first family mission would look like… he could see it now: the Shrimp, blue hair and fiery hazel eyes, and him, a hulking black haired Dragon Slayer, both with papooses strapped to their chests, blue haired children with slitted pupils giggling with glee as their parents wrecked havoc on some Dark Guild scum…

Yeah, he thought with a snort, Levy would never go for that.

The sucking noises his children were making had turned into slurping noises and he realized that the twins were almost done with their bottles. Once they had finished he burped them and put them back to bed with a lullaby that he had learned from Metalicana (not that Metalicana sang lullabies to him—just that-ah screw it. So his dragon dad did sing him lullabies when he couldn't sleep at night, what of it?) and kissed them both once they were securely asleep (at least for the next two hours, when Gajeel would get up and do this again). With a yawn of his own, Gajeel went back to his shared bedroom with his wife and slipped under the covers. He pressed a kiss to her neck, arms wrapped around her middle. Levy smiled in her sleep and burrowed further into him, and slowly he drifted back to sleep.