Series: Little Bean (part III)
Pairing: Gajevy/Gajeel x Levy
Disclaimer: I don’t own Fairy Tail.
Description: Pregnant Gajevy Series (3)/smut
Levy is pregnant, and both she and Gajeel are dealing with an array of hormone-related symptoms.
A/N: I hope you guys like this one. Happy reading!
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When I walk into the house, I stop and take a second to breathe in the fresh scent of the cool air. I’ve been outside training all day, and I’m ready to shower, eat, and collapse. Not exactly in that order. But first, I want to see my wife.
“Levy?” I take off my boots by the door and go into the kitchen.
I freeze in the doorway when I see her at the stove. Her back is to me, but I know what those shaking shoulders mean. I go to the sink first and wash my hands before wiping them on a rag and going over to her. She’s stirring a pot of something white and creamy that smells delicious and crying silently at the same time.
“What’s wrong, little mama?” I step up beside her and slide my hand over her giant pregnant belly.
“I d-don’t know,” she whimpers.
The last six months have been crazy with Levy’s condition. It started with morning sickness, extreme tiredness, and constant cold during the first trimester. Then came the cravings and violent mood swings, not to mention the edema which caused her feet and ankles to swell up like balloons. Now, she has hot flashes, unprovoked crying episodes, and body aches on top of a mixture of her earlier symptoms.
As much as I love seeing her waddle around the house, heavy with my kid, I’m ready for the babies to come so she can breathe easier for a change. Also, I want to meet my kids.
Fuck. I’m gonna be a dad.
“I cut an onion f-for this soup,” Levy’s soft voice pulls me out of my head. “I thought that m-might be it, b-but I haven’t been able t-to stop.”
I reach over and take the spoon from her, leaning down to kiss the top of her head.
“I can stir soup. Go lie down for a bit until you feel better.”
“I’m fine, Gajeel,” she snaps, turning away from me, not letting go of the spoon. “I j-just can’t s-stop crying.”
I clench my jaw and let out a slow breath through my nose. I hate seeing Levy cry, even if it is just her wild pregnancy hormones. But she’s stubborn as hell, and if she says she can do it, she can, so I release the wooden utensil and rub my hand down her spine.
“I’m going to shower then,” I inform her. “If you need me.”
“Thank you,” she whispers. “I didn’t mean to snap at you.”
I lean over and wipe the tears off her face, even though fresh ones are already falling.
“I love you, shorty.” I remind her, holding her damp cheeks in my hands. “And your emotions are out of your control. I get that.”
She nods, turning her head to kiss my palm.
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