Hello! It's HeartGold12 briefly returning from my hiatus, and these will be my entries for the Gajevy week in 2014. The prompts will probably miss their dates by a bit (or more), because I've been very busy lately, but I'll try my best to do the essential part and upload every single prompt that has been posted, including the bonus january two and the second edition from march.

Keep in mind that some of the prompts will be short while others longer.

Also, the rating may vary, and will jump up to 'M' for suggestiveness.

Prompt - Gift

Gajeel has asked her once, somewhere between evening grocery shopping and a shared bath at the end of the fourth month, 'I'm not giving much to that baby, am I?'.

Honestly, he looked so lost to boot his sudden statement that she burst out laughing in his face and hadn't even regretted it - placing his huge, warm hand on her baby bump and wholeheartedly calling him an idiot.

Because if he thought that helping her with the wacky body changes and dealing with her mood swings while he was, say, on a hospital bed after a job-gone-wrong then he was ridiculous.

But as her stomach swelled and then the child residing inside demanded some freedom - and she was sweaty and overjoyed but also terrified at the same time, she briefly wished he was just a little bit right.

Because in the end, there wouldn't be a thing in her tiny son that wasn't like him.

And as the time passed, she was proven just about right.

"Dada!" The the two year old cried out at the top of his lungs in alarm, crashing full speed into the leg of his father and pointing upwards a silvery arm. The chainmail-like baby scales gave way to delicate skin just with a few deft touches to the pressure points, but the boy checked the hand by himself to make sure it was alright - before throwing himself back into the battle of rune knights and pirates that involved Mira and Erza's sons and Gray's daughter, screaming wildly as he fought for the independence of the sea. She'd absently noticed that his hair fell out of his braid again, whipping around his head like a small black cloud, but his red eyes were positively gleaming and she decided that for now, she'd let him get all dirty and muddy. It's not like he won't be coming back for something to eat in fifteen minutes, anyway.

As she kept watching her son like a hawk, her hand unconciously travelled to the swell of her abdomen.

"Did it kick?" Lucy asked softly, sitting next to her and rocking her own fussy baby.

"No, but..." Levy reconsidered. "Gale's a dragon slayer."

"They all are." Lucy hummed, startling as her baby gave a small whine, but she didn't cry. "Yeah, you too."

"But he also has Gajeel's hair, and eyes, and a large chunk of personality..." Levy trailed off. "It's like he gave his son everything he could, from his gender to his appetite, and totally disregarded the idea that I might want to pass something to him, too."

"He likes to pretend to read and memorizes new things, though." Lucy offered. "Even I can see it. And he's much more thoughtful. And he has your eyebrows."

"Gajeel also is thoughtful when he wants to." Levy grumbled unhappily, now staring at her husband, who, in the meantime, had a small chat with the Ice Mage and now returned to her side. "Hey."

"Hey." Gajeel replied, moving his hand to settle it fondly on her head. "What's with that face?"

"Do you remember when you wanted to give more to the baby?" Levy asked seriously.

Gajeel blinked. "Yeah, why?" The hand trailed down to her cheek, shoulder and then settled his palm on her stomach. She kept it there, her own small palms covering his own in a familiar manner.

"I think you gave a whole lot." Levy murmured, and then smiled at his expression. "So, this time I would like to be the more giving one, alright?"

"Uh." Gajeel blinked, before his face broke out into a smirk. "Alright, if you want to. That all?"

"Mm-hmm." The young woman smiled, ignoring Lucy's dumbfounded isn't-this-already-decided-upon-conception? stare as Gale appeared by their side again, this time demanding biscuits and once again partially unleashing his scales. "I guess."

And when she was once again sweaty and exhausted, looking alongside her family at the tiny babe in her arms, she had the inkling again - telling her that she was.

I hope you liked it!

~HeartGold12