Chapter 45

Lucy's P.O.V.

Natsu thinks I'm being silly. Now that I've entered my last trimester at a healthy seven months and a week pregnancy, we were preparing to decorate the nursery. He claims that there is no way our baby isn't a boy. Despite my dream, he is hellbent on saying that it was simply because I want a girl. To be honest, I think he's scared of our baby being a girl. That's why when I confronted him, I wasn't surprised by this confirmation.

The day started relatively normal; Happy and I were talking about the crib- since he now agrees that this baby is most likely a girl. Then, I went to the guild to plan the baby shower. We'd spent an hour going over ideas, negore deciding on having pink AND blue decorations. Natsu was satisfied by that, as if it were a small victory or something. Whatever floats his boat I guess. After that was wrapped up, I went home to see Natsu- painting the nursery blue. I had been so mad that I shot stars and comets at him. He landed on the floor with the light blue paint all over him.

"Lucy!!" He scolded me. "What the-"

"WHY are you painting it blue in here?!" I shrieked at him, curse my hormones.

"Because our son won't appreciate it if his room is 'rosy pink'." He said, crossing his arms. I was about to snap and point out Natsu had pink hair, but held my tongue. I loved him and I didn't want to fight. My powers and our DAUGHTER'S powers could definitely outrank Natsu.

"Let's not fight-" I began, but he was fired up.

"You know what? I get it. You're pregnant. That doesn't mean you can yell at me any time you want. I'm getting sick of you acting like I'm wrong. We are having a son, Lucy. The first child of a dragon slayer and his\her mate ALWAYS is a boy." I felt tears building behind my eyes, and a few slipped out.

"N-Natsu..." I trailed off, not sure what to say. He didn't look at me. Instead, he walked past me. "Where are you going?" I spoke quietly, knowing he'd still hear me.

"To shower," he stated simply. I waited until I heard the water turn on before going to our bedroom. That's when I felt a twinge of discomfort. A small gasp of pain escaped my mouth, and I cradled my stomach with my arm, sitting down on the bed. Growing pains were awful. Then I realized that the baby might have been upset because it's daddy and I were arguing.

"Listen, baby. Mommy and daddy love each other. We just don't agree on your gender- all parents are like this. If you're a boy or girl, I'll love you all the same, and I know your father will too because he's wonderful. He is kind and strong, and I haven't a single doubt that he'll be the best father to you my darling-"

"Luce... You really think that?" A voice called. I looked up to see Natsu standing in the doorway, wearing boxers, a towels lung around his neck. He'd already showered? How long had I been talking? Nevertheless, I smiled softly at him and nodded. Apparently the baby liked this, because it gave a strong kick. I giggled.

"See? Mommy and Daddy aren't fighting." Natsu came and laid down with his head in my lap. He had his hands on my stomach, my shirt lifted out of the way. Since the baby was turning, you could see the outline of its foot when it kicked.

"Looks like it already knows the Lucy kick," Natsu mumbled, eyes lit with fascination.

"...yeah." I felt something bothering me, besides my discomfort. He looked up.

"I'm so sorry for yelling at you, Lucre." I built up my courage. Too late to back out now.

"Are you afraid of our child being a girl?"

"That's ridiculous. Why would you think that?"

"Well, you've been acting strange- you're dismissive of the slightest chance I might be carrying a girl." He groaned, and then I almost didn't believe my eyes as he nodded.

"A son would be easy to guide- if understand him. But a daughter... She'd grow up and fall in love with a boy. And get married. And I don't know if I could handle that." Natsu confessed. I took his hands in mine as he sat up.

"Natsu, that won't happen right away. We'll have years before she starts worry about boys." I tried to reassure him. He nodded.

"Feel better?" I asked. He nodded again.

"I think I'm fine now." I felt more discomfort, and knew what was happening.

"Good, because I think my water just broke."