The Haunted ships and one-shots!

Grayson X Clara

This was suggested by Skylardove111Skylar. Just for everyone that doesn't know, Clara is the name I've given Grayson's wife, so don't be alarmed. It's NOT exactly an OC.
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The commander sat in the field of bright green grass, with the dark green leaves swaying on the oak trees from the light breeze. The shining sun that rested high in the blue sky cast down rays of light upon the land, giving it's inhabitants warmth. Birds chirped, and the various vibrant flowers moved as one with the leaves.
Grayson let out a sigh, enjoying the peace and fresh air. Life as a war commander didn't give you much time to enjoy nature like this. He enjoyed every moment that he could. He looked into the sky, finding no clouds in sight.

"Grayson! I'm back!" A light female voice called out.

He turned his head, smiling as his wife approached him. Her dirty blonde hair and light purple dress swayed in the wind. She moved some strands of hair from her face, letting the light shine even brighter in her sky blue eyes. Her hand wrapped around the handle of the basket in her grasp, as she walked closer to her mate.

  "I picked a few apples and berries. You're welcome!" She said with a giggle as she sat down next to Grayson.

  "Thank you, Clar' darling." He replied, putting his hand in the basket and pulled out a few raspberries and blueberries.

He began eating them one by one. His gaze moved to his wife, as she was quickly eating an apple. She suddenly stopped, resting her hands on top of her large baby belly. She let out a sigh, and tilted her head.

  "This would taste better with jelly or something."

Grayson swallowed the last berry that he had gotten, before looking at her as if confused. "That's...a bit strange."

Clara laughed, putting her hand over her mouth as she did so. "Well, weird food cravings are normal when your pregnant. I've told you about that."

Grayson chuckled. "I know. I just like messing with you. I'll get you some jelly when we get home."

A blush spread on Clara's face. "Thank you, Grayson dear."

The blonde man scooted closer to his wife. He looked down, placing his hand gently on her stomach, listening to her heartbeat as he searched for a second one. He wanted to feel a kick, or something. His smile grew wider, joyful at the thoughts that he'd be a father soon.

  "Speaking of that, how's our little guy doing?" He asked.

Clara chuckled, placing her hand on top of his, and lightly squeezing it. "They're doing just fine, snuggle muffin."

Her nose touched his, giving him little Eskimo kisses. Grayson's cheeks grew red as he laughed, his other arm lifting up. His hand rested on her cheek, lightly rubbing it with his thumb as he looked into her eyes. They were so calming.
His emerald eyes widened when he felt a sudden pressure against his palm. His back straightened and he gasped as his wife hissed, and put her arm around her stomach. Grayson took a hold of her hand, grabbing it and squeezing it tightly.

  "Are you okay? Is it the contractions?!" He said at a fast pace, starting to get panicked.

Another laugh escaped from Clara's lips. "No, silly. Didn't you feel the kick?"

The blush returned to Grayson's face, burning his cheeks. He scratched the back of his neck, feeling a bit embarrassed. He pulled back from his love, and looked away from her. He pulled at his collar and wiped sweat from his face, relived that his wife wasn't giving birth just yet.