More than likely, this will be my fluffy/sweet chapters of Gale.

Starting off with a real fluffy (unfortunately pretty short) one so enjoy!

let me know if you'd like me to continue this one!

It was 9:34 am when Levy slowly woke up from a long needed perfect night of sleep.

Her eyes still a bit foggy barley able to make read the numbers. She rubbed her eyes lightly yawning, stretching her arms up then back down into her white plush comforter. Sitting up, she ran her hands over the soft fur making her smile remembering how Gajeel put up a fight stating he wouldn't sleep in such feminine covers but ultimately he lost the war. Her right hand moved slowly to the side stopping before touching the bundle underneath – her sleeping dragon.

Every time she laid her eyes on him her heart beat a bit faster. He moved in his sleep turning his face towards her giving her the opportunity to move the loose pieces of hair out of his face that escaped his pony tail while he tossed and turned at night. The peaceful expression on his face was one only reserved for her and how she loved that fact. Seven years to the day after their first encounter and he hadn't aged a day. She ran her fingertips down his jaw outlining the piercings on his chin softly brushing her thumb against his lower lip. "So perfect." She whispered. "You're perfect." He also whispered his reply as he kissed her thumb. The movement of her hand woke him up for a moment giving her a morning smile before drifting back to his slumber.

The blunette kissed her husband back to sleep.

She looked around, the walls were a light peach tone. Gajeel said it reminded him of her skin tone, he'd always have her close in some way but of course nothing was better than being in the same bed. The rest of the room was decorated to her liking. One wall dedicated to her books and the large desk facing the large window giving the best view of the horizon and city in the distance. You could swear the desk was crafted by an artist, the delicate details carved into the rich mahogany was crafted by love. Needless to say, the dragon worked better with iron but for his wife he'd spend countless days just on the details to make it perfect. Of course he did make her iron bookends in the form of dragons that contained her favorite books. Honestly, one of her favorite things in the room. What rivaled first place was either her husband herself or the mannequin model which wore his infamous white suit. Everyone in the guild immediately ran or groaned in annoyance once they say it knowing full well they were in for an ear scratching sound. She knew he was pretty bad at both singing and playing the guitar but she didn't care. She was always his biggest fan.

These rare quiet moments were more than welcome now a days. When the sunlight passed the thin curtains and onto her face, she took it in enjoying such a beautiful day already.

The only thing that disrupted her moment was the sound of her dragon snoring. It wasn't really a disruption but another sound that didn't seem to bother her much. She looked at him with such concentration slightly stunned at how years ago this same man turned her life upside down. She sighed. I guess she'll never forget but forgive him she did. In their own ways throughout the years he saved her and she saved him, these memories over powered anything else. She shook her head brushing away those thoughts just in time for the sound she waited for.

A baby's cry.

Her and Gajeel's baby.

A product of love.

A smile crept up quickly almost taking it all in. Everything she wished for was right there in their home they created together.

"I made it." She spoke to herself.

She turned to the side sitting on the edge of the bed preparing to get up before looking up watching her husband beat her to reaching the baby.

Smiling wider she thought to herself.

For you, a thousand times over.