A/N: This was inspired by something that happened to me the night I wrote it. Obviously this is part of the same series from 2015 and 2016. This could probably have been uploaded in the CoLu Week 2017 series, but I'd rather just have the ones that are part of certain series' all grouped together. Sorry if it's confusing.

Because I probably won't be online in an hour when it hits midnight for me, I'm posting this early!

2017 - Invitation

Sappily Ever After

Cobra set down the his laptop and looked around the empty living room while removing the headphones he'd been wearing. The game that Gajeel and Midnight had roped him into wasn't all that bad, but it was one hell of a time-suck. Thankfully, Lucy understood that, and she gave him time to just decompress and play the thing once or twice a week for an entire day.

Even when their four-year-old son was running around like a little fucking demon, wearing just his underwear - because he was a "big boy" now who could use a toilet - and screaming about one thing or another, Lucy took it all in stride and just kept going. Sure, sometimes she lost her shit. Cobra was not ashamed to admit that she was actually pretty fucking scary when her angry mom voice came out, and she started taking away toys from both himself and their son. But for the most part she kept it together.

Bo had survived the last four years, so obviously they were doing something right.

Except, the last he'd known, they were in the kitchen cleaning up from dinner and dessert. Or maybe they'd been making dessert. Ever since getting Bo that kid-sized kitchen utensil kit, he'd been adamant about helping Lucy make everything. He wanted to cook and bake and clean, and Cobra was definitely not going to get in the middle of that bonding time between them. He was more than fine with instilling some solid work ethic in the little monster, just so he wouldn't grow up to be a total fucking slob.

But it was quiet. Too quiet for them to still be in the kitchen. He couldn't hear the happy trills in their souls from having sweets either, so they weren't sneaking cupcakes without him. That was actually a game Lucy liked to try to play, seeing how long they could go without Cobra hearing their souls and finding them hoarding all the snacks in the house. The record was two minutes.

He stretched and stood from the couch, then frowned as he loosed the control he kept over his Soul Listening magic. Based on the clock beneath their lacrima television, Bo should have been in bed. But when he listened in, he could hear them in the bathroom.

From the giggling, he assumed it had to be a bubble bath night.

Cobra couldn't stop the small smile from lifting his lips while walking down the hall. Lucy was better at giving Bo baths than him, that was for sure. Mostly because Cobra just brought him into the shower and they bathed at the same time. It was easier that way, and Bo especially loved being able to slide all over the shower floor when they put soap on it. The day he started asking some creepy questions about Cobra's dick, however, would mark the end of their showers together.

He paused in the hall and looked up at the wall lined with family pictures. It still baffled the Poison Slayer that this was his life. He'd somehow managed to wrangle a woman who loved him and gave some of the best head massages to get rid of his tension headaches. He had a precious fucking heathen of a child who was more like him than the world was ready for. Hell, he'd even gotten a little house with a white picket fence (entirely Lucy's choice). He wasn't going to question the universe deciding that a mass murderer should get a slice of the good life. Not at all.

His gaze fell on the picture of Bo's first birthday. The little lavender-eyed baby boy was in the process of shoving his icing covered hand down Lucy's shirt, going right for the nipple while Lucy's face turned bright red and Cobra cackled in the background. He's joked that day that Bo was just trying to get some milk with his cake, even though she'd stopped breastfeeding at four months. Luckily, Lucy had thought the joke was funny.

Another from that same day, where Bo had fed both of his parents handfuls of his snake themed smash cake, smearing the icing all over their cheeks and noses. Cobra and Lucy were both grinning so fucking wide in that one, regardless of the mess they'd had to clean up later.

Further down was a picture of Cobra lying on the couch with Bo, both of them shirtless, just cuddling up a storm while snot dribbled from the baby's nose. He hated when Bo got sick, but the cuddles... Fuck, were those wonderful. Even if his kid was burning up, those sniffly snuggles - as he secretly liked to call them - were like pieces of heaven.

"I'm the mean Crocodil-osaur!"

"No, Mommy. That's the nice dinosaur."

"Oh. I'm the nice dinosaur! Let me give you kisses, Bo!"

"The Crocodile Dinosaur has suckshie cups on his feet. He can walk on walls."

Cobra chuckled at the sudden sound of splashing and giggling coming from the two most important people in his life just down the hall. They could wait another minute. He just wanted to look at some pictures.

"Mommy, I put bubbles on your boobies!"

Well, maybe it couldn't wait. Cobra turned and made his way to the bathroom door that was left slightly ajar. He just couldn't stop himself from smiling. Being able to hear Bo's soul was, more often than not, his reason for trudging through even the shittiest of days. Those long weeks out on missions with Gajeel and Midnight were always made just a little easier when he got a call on the lacrima before bed, and when he stretched his magic out to catch the gentle song in his wife and son's souls to go with the calls, it was even better.

He pushed open the door, more than ready to find Lucy kneeling on the stool Bo used when he was brushing his teeth, with her shirt soaked and covered in bubbles. Just like it was almost every night.

She turned and smiled at him, but his own faded when he saw her. Because instead of kneeling beside the bathtub, his wife was in it. With Bo. With her tits just hanging out and a hand between her legs - most likely because she was completely naked and trying to keep their son's feet away from her snatch.

"Daddy, I put bubbles on Mommy's boobies!" Bo cheered. His little tan face grew serious as he lifted a plastic dinosaur from the bubbles. "I'm gonna eat them," he growled, with the toy bobbing closer to Lucy's chest.

She feigned a terrified scream and covered her chest, bringing the smaller dinosaur she was holding up from the water to block Bo's advancing one. "You can't bite Mommy, Mean Dinosaur," she said in her usual sing-song toy voice. "I'm gonna kiss you and make you smile!"

"No, I'll bite your butt!"

"No! Don't bite my butt!" Lucy squeaked.

Cobra blinked slowly while watching his wife and son play in their bubble bath. He normally didn't have a problem with her being naked. Strike that, he never had a problem with Lucy shedding her clothes. Added baby weight that she just couldn't get rid of and all, he loved every inch of her. Except, this was really just not what he'd been expecting to find. "Um…"

She glanced at him, and he was sure she was smirking at finding his gaze settled solely on her chest. Could she really blame him, though? Wet, delicious fucking tits all covered in bubbles, swaying so fucking perfectly while she played with their son. It wasn't the first time he'd gotten a boner with Bo around - parenting left them with few moments of privacy - but it was the first time this had happened while he was looking at the two of them in the bath.

"I got the puppy eyes," Lucy said, handing the little dinosaur to Bo and pushing the bubbles out from behind her. "He wanted me to come in and play."

"And that meant getting naked?"

Lucy shrugged. "I couldn't find my bath bathing suit."

Ah, yes. Her old black string bikini bathing suit she refused to wear anywhere because, according to Lucy, everyone would see her cookies if she wore it outside. So she'd resigned to using it only at home, for the times that Bo wanted a bath with her. That way their son wouldn't get an eye full of his mother's cookies. He was getting to the age where he was starting to notice that the things between his legs were different from hers. Which meant that Lucy covered herself to try and keep the questions to a minimum. For all their sakes.

The fact that Bo randomly asked women in the guild if they had boy pee-pees or Mommy pee-pees was bad enough.

"What about a sports bra?"

"He was already in here," she said. Lucy grabbed a handful of bubbles and dropped it onto Bo's pale blond hair, making a wonky little fucking cone. "It was bad enough that I left him for a minute to go look for the bathing suit."

Cobra nodded slowly. If Bo hadn't already learned how to swim, he knew that she wouldn't have left him alone in the bath for even a second. One bonus of being in the guild was that Juvia was a wicked fucking swim instructor for the little ones.

He was just going to have to chalk this up to another one of Lucy's weird moments. Or maybe she was finally figuring out ways to freak him the fuck out by surprising him. First it was when Gemini had spilled their secret crushes for one another in front of the whole damn guild, and then Lucy had covered Happy in spit, and only a few minutes later she was on her knees in an alley, her head pinned to a wall with his cock thrusting between her lips. Then there was that whole tentacle porn thing with her fanfiction writing when she was pregnant, with Gajeel crying on the floor over fanart of him and Lily in some weird bestiality shit. And now this.

Perfectly innocent, tits out, covered in bubbles.

Fuck, he wanted her laid out on her back right then.

He nodded again when she frowned at him, already hearing her wondering why he was just standing there like someone was in the process of slowly stretching his asshole wide enough to get fucked by a donkey. "I'm gonna just… go use the other bathroom."

"Why?" Lucy asked.

"Reasons." Cobra turned and walked out the door, then paused before closing it. He looked back at Lucy, at the way she looked with bubbles cascading down the gentle slope of her chest. He needed a photographic memory. Badly.

With a sly grin, she glanced at Bo then back to Cobra. "I was thinking of taking a Mommy bath."

Cobra's back went rigid. His eye snapped back to lock with her darkened honey eyes. "You mean…" Was it his fucking birthday? Father's Day, maybe? When the hell had he done something good that he could use to his advantage?! Shit, maybe it was because he'd done the laundry. For some reason, she always crawled all over him for doing chores. Well, apparently Lucy thought it was actually sexy to see him ironing jeans and carefully folding them so everything fit in its drawer.

"Yep," Lucy giggled. "You can definitely help me out."

His cock twitched in his pants at the prospect of fucking her in their master bathtub. Sweet fucking baby Jesus, did that sound wonderful. "Shit," he rasped. It wasn't like he was starved for attention or anything, just that he really really wanted to fuck his wife. And if they were in the bathroom, he'd get to put his hand over her mouth from behind to make sure Bo wouldn't wake up from her screaming. Fuck, he loved doing that.

"It's gonna be - AH! Bo, don't touch Mommy's pee-pee!"

Cobra hit his head against the door jamb and let out a helpless chuckle while Bo kept trying to touch between Lucy's legs. The boy just didn't realize it was inappropriate, and Lucy's screaming and flailing, and the bubbles she sent flying everywhere while trying to stop his grabby little hands, was only making the four-year-old think it was a game.

"Oh my god! Back, Oedipus!"

Cobra walked out of the bathroom and back to the living room while Lucy put her foot on Bo's face to keep him away from her. She could handle that shit. No way in hell was he going to get between Bo and his Mommy. Creepy little shit. Still, he loved them. And he loved hearing Bo's laughter, Lucy's screams (though she was also cracking up and just failing at keeping her Mom face on, he knew), and bubbly water splashing all over the bathroom floor.

"No, you heathen! Oh god! No touching Mommy's pee-pee!"

"You're a heathen!" Bo shouted, the smile evident in his voice.

"Stop being so smart!"

It would be a couple hours before he could get Lucy in their own bathtub. They still needed to get Bo tucked in, read to, sung to, and kissed goodnight. Then they had to wait for him to fall asleep completely and be knocked the hell out for at least thirty minutes. Then Cobra could fuck his wife senseless.

God, he couldn't wait.

.The End.

For those interested… Yes, Bo's full name is Bo Allen Heartfilia. Cobra was able to trick her into naming their son Bo A. Heartfilia... Boa... She was totally not paying attention... And I couldn't help but use this when it came to mind.

There will most likely be no further updates for this story.