Can't Help It ; Natsu

Well...I Had Drinks with Cana?

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I must answer the questions now, due to...well yeah. So- let's start! (Btw I mixed up the order- gomen, but trust me. It's okeh)

Question for (Y/N): Why don't you want a biological child yet? Sooner or later you're gonna be too old to raise one

(Y/N) squirms uncomfortably in her chair. "It's not that I don't want one..." She hesitantly says- "It's more like I'm afraid to have one. I could die, you know?" She said, her eyes starting to soften. "Ah- but it'd be so cute to have another Lucas..." She starts again, her eyes sparkling.

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Question for Natsu: Do you want to have another child with (Y/N)

As the question is asked to Natsu, he raises an eyebrow. "Well...duh." He playfully said, as (Y/N) passed by behind him. "Of course! But this woman..." He pouts and stabs a finger (Y/N)'s way. "This woman is too scared."

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"Hey." You yawned and poked Natsu. "I'm so craving some cookies right now."

He gave you a confused look. "You sure? You usually don't eat anything after..." He glanced at the clock-

"After eleven." He finished.

You followed his gaze. 11:04- the clock read.

"I know, but I just really have a strange craving for cookies." You insisted, nudging Natsu again.

He hoisted himself up from the couch. "Fine, I'll get you some cookies. Don't expect me to just sit there and watch you eat them."

You nodded, mindlessly. "Hey did you know that Mira got cover again for the Sorcerer's Magazine?"

His laugh was heard from the kitchen. "Mira's got talent!" He boasted, as if he was talking about himself.

"Is that so." You said, keeping your voice softer so the neighbors wouldn't hear.

Lucas was already asleep in the bedroom. Plume, Yuki, and Happy were sleeping peacefully in their beds. You were sprawled on the couch, your eyes following Natsu as he hauled himself to the kitchen, and opened the jar of cookies.

The thing was, you were already so drowsy in the afternoon- but Natsu wouldn't let you rest. He dragged you on a job, and was practically doing it by himself as you kept nodding off to sleep.

"Here."

You looked at the plate of chocolate chip cookies that Natsu offered to you. "Thanks." You softly whispered, picking up a cookie.

He grabbed one himself, and quizzically looked at you. "You sure you're okay?" He asked. "You seem, I dunno, sick."

You chewed on your cookie, thinking. "I went drinking yesterday with Cana?" You raised your eyebrow.

Natsu sat down next to you. "How much did you drink?" He asked.

"She bet that I couldn't drink more than four bottles." You admitted. Natsu's eyes grew large. "Four?! That's barely any!" He said.

You shot a look at him. "I'm not a strong drinker."

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You shot out of bed in the morning, and ran to the bathroom. "I think I have a hangover." You moaned washing your face after dealing with throwing up.

Natsu looked at you worriedly. "What's the cure?" 

"I have...no idea." You said, the loud water splashing in-between your words. "I have the worst headache." You added, drying yourself off.

"Yikes." Natsu commented as he strolled back into the kitchen. "Don't hangovers usually last a day?" His voice drifted from the kitchen.

You aimlessly followed him. "I have no idea." You groaned softly, propping yourself up against the counter. "Maybe I'll sleep it out." You said, as you turned around, and went back into the bedroom.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. It's ten." Natsu said.

"Your point is?" You rubbed your aching forehead. "I'm just really tired and I feel like poop."

"You're childish." He reached out, and let his hand rest on your head. "If it's really that bad- why don't you just go see your doctor?"

You shrugged tiredly. "I really don't think it's like...life-threatening."

'More like I don't want anyone poking needles into me.'

Muttering curses softly, you crawled in bed, and soon found yourself in a deep slumber.

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"I'm gonna die..." You moaned again as you clutched your stomach. Natsu looked over at you. In his hands, was a book.

'The book is upside-down, Natsu...'

"Seriously." You added. 'It could be cramps? Or it could be the fact that I'm probably sick.'

"I'm going to dieeee!" You wailed, grabbing a pillow, and hugging it tightly. "And this is all from the drinks?" Natsu asked, peeping over curiously.

"Yes. Do something!" You demanded, throwing an extra pillow at him. "Don't just sit there and watch your wife writhe in pain."

Natsu looked at you, exasperatedly. "English."

"Recoil, squirm, wiggle, pain!" You responded in a heartbeat. "Should I...doctor?" He asked, his sentences broken.

"No." You looked at him sternly.

He threw up his hands. "Then what do you want me to do?" He demanded. You looked at him, your face consorted in pain. "Dunno."

"It can't hurt that bad." He said, looking at you quizzically. "It does!" You protest, "y'know what- just drive me to the doctor already."

He gave you a flat expression. "That is exactly what I've been trying to say." He stretched, and got up from his chair. Lending you a hand, he pulled you up.

"C'mon." He said, your hand wrapped tightly in his. "Let's go find that jolly old doctor." He grinned. You just squeezed his hand, and shut your eyes tightly. "Yes please."

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"Doctor! Doctor, I'm dying!" You said, the moment he walked in the room. Your doctor looked at you, alarmed. "Calm down, and explain everything slowly." He instructed, as he sat himself down comfortably in a chair.

After you finished explaining, and caught your breath, your doctor looked at you. "Did you have any...sexual contact in the past week or so?"

Flames spread across your face as he asked the question. "Ah." He noticed the blushing, and scribbled something down.

Natsu sat next to you, and leaned forward. "Doctor, what is it?"

He held up a hand. "Could I borrow your wife for some tests, Mr. Dragneel?"

You froze at the word tests. "No, no, no..." You murmured, squeezing his hand tightly. "No shots! No needles-" You whimpered.

Natsu's hand slowly let go of yours. "Of course."

'You freaking...'

But nevertheless, you stood up and was guided out the door.

"I need you to urinate in a cup, (Y/N)."

You froze. 'Oh...god.'

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"Congratulations, (Y/N) and Natsu!" The doctor burst through the door, a smile on his face. "You, my dear...are on the way of becoming a mother."

'Oh...'

'My...'

'God.'