A/N: In which Jellal is a caring father and Erza finds herself a bystander.
Jellal chuckled as Simon tried to run off, ihs stubby legs carrying him as fast as they could. He stalled himself, letting the little boy race through the grass, before walking behind him, catching up to him in a few steps.
"I'm going to get you," he teased, smiling as his son squealed and attempted to pick up the pace, only to fall into the soft grass. Thankfully, the boy opted not to cry (which would have surely caught his mother's attention and resulted in a beating for Jellal), and instead began laughing in earnest.
Jellal swooped down beside the boy, gently picking him up and throwing him into the air. "I've got you!"
Erza watched the scene unfold with a loving smile on her face, setting the plates of food down on the table as she watched. Father-son playtime had become a regular occurrence whenever Jellal was home, usually lasting from whenever Simon woke up until he tired himself out. Erza was amazed Jellal was willing to entertain the little boy for so long, the act only furthering her love for the ultramarine.
Walking out onto the patio, she called out to her two boys. "Dinner's ready!"
Both their heads turned towards her at the sound of her voice, and without further ado Jellal caught the boy as he came down and carried him over to where his mother stood, waiting with a grin.
"Mama!" Simon reached out for her as soon as they were in cuddling distance, Erza taking the toddler off of Jellal's hands with a coo. Jellal pulled his family into his arms as Simon laid down against Erza's chest, tired, and the trio stood like that for a moment.
"Don't worry, soon you won't be spending your days entertaining our precious son," Erza suddenly spoke, glancing up at her husband with a mischievous glint in her eyes. He frowned, confused, and awaited an elaboration.
"He'll have a sibling for that job instead."