A/N: In which Jellal is overprotective and knowing.
Erza sighed for umpteenth time.
"Jellal," she tried again. "I keep saying this…I'm pregnant, not invalid."
The man in question only shot his wife a look before continuing with his task of fluffing the pillows and wrapping her up in an abnormal amount of blankets. He already had a fire going, and had several strawberry cakes waiting for her in the kitchen, but he was still worried she was uncomfortable or would catch a cold. Simon, their little boy, watched with curiosity from the other sofa across from Erza.
"Mama big!" He proclaimed, clapping his hands giddily. Both parents ceased their complaining and actions respectively to gaze lovingly at their son in unison. Soon, they'd have another precious child to coo over.
Which brings us back to the original 'problem'.
"Jellal, I'd appreciate it if you unwrapped me and let me move," Erza knew she sounded like she was whining, but she was past the point of caring. He was worse than how he was when she was pregnant with Simon!
"You're pregnant with our baby girl," the ultramarine spoke, as if he had read her thoughts. "Baby girls are more fragile than baby boys."'
She raised an eyebrow. He relented.
"Well, I'm a father, I'm justified in my train of thought."
"And how do you know it's a girl?" There was a smile tugging at her lips as she watched her husband pick up their son and move over to where she was situated, the little boy leaning against his father's chest.
Jellal smiled.
"Father's intuition."
There was no need for an 'I told you so' when the couple welcomed their baby girl, Yuki, into the world.