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Gray and Juvia. (tears and screams)

juvias pov

why is wendy still crying?, its so horrible hearing hercry like this, I don't even think shes crying its just mainlyscreams.

Gray-sama is trying to work so its just me and Wendy butI don't even think Wendy likes me. I knew she wouldn't. She lovesgray more than me. Everytime he comes in the nursery she has a smile.

The nanny quit because she couldn't handle the screams,so at the same time gray is trying to find one whilst doing work.Having a baby is impossible.

'juvia' I had wendy in my arms with her screaming awayand I ran to the grays office. 'really?' he asked.

'sorry if I put her down she'll scream louder' I saidand gray just chuckled.

'its fine...anyway all the nannies refuse to look afterWendy'

'w-what'

'yep Florance told everyone that wendy is impossible tolook after and that its a mirical how she isn't handed back to theorphanage'

'why would someone say that?' I aksed and gray rose hisshoulders.

'honestly I don't know. They don't care how much moneythey get, they don't want to be with a unhappy child'

'but they are hired to make the child happy' I said andgray just stared at me with silence.

'I know. But we can do this i'm sure we can'

'gray, you have work, all you guys are going to own thecompanies and thats enough stress' I said with wendy crying again inmy arms.

'how many men in the world that isn't our status raisingchildren?' I just smiled at his point.

'okay...i guess your right. We can do this' after I saidthat Wendy screamed and I had to leave.

'sorry gray but I need to-'

'go on...i'm nearly done with the work. I'll come seeyou in a few minutes' gray said and I walked back to the nursery.

The screams kept on incresing and getting louder.

'Wendy please..please stop crying for one day' I cried.And wendy carried on crying.

I put wendy in the crib and just sat on the chairinfront of it. Her chocolate brown eyes filling up with tears andscreams escaping her throat just makes me cry.

'please' I cried and she carried on crying.

I remember my mother said that I was trouble when I wasborn until I hit the age of five. My mother would sing a specificlullaby to make me sleep. I cradled Wendy in my arms and began tosing.

Lavendersgreen dilly dilly lavenders blue

ifyou love me dilly dilly I will love you.

Whotold you so dilly dilly who told you so?

Itwas myself dilly dilly, I told me so.

Wendy screamed to interupted me sing. 'well what do youwant me to sing?' I asked the baby hoping for an answer. Ut shecarried on crying.

Baabaa black sheep have you any woo-

'I take you don't like baa baa black sheep..i didn'teither' I said to the crying baby.

Hushlittle baby don't say word

mamasgonna by you a mocking bird

andif that mocking bird don't sing

mamasgonna buy you a diamond ring.

Andif that diamond ring turns brass

mamasgonna buy you a looking glass.

Andif that looking glass gets broke

mamasgonna buy you a billy goat.

Andif that billy goat wont wont pull

mamasgonna buy you a cart and bull.

andif that cart and bull turn over

mamasgonna buy you a cat named carla.

Andif that cat named carla wont meow

you'llstill be the sweetest baby in town.

Wendy fell sound asleep. When I finished. I carefullyplaced her in the crib and I felt gray wrap his arms around my waist.

'lets just hope she stays asleep' gray chuckled makingme giggle.

'my mother did that trick with me...she would sing somany lullabys until I had a favourite and fall sound asleep' I said.

'clever idea...are you tired?' he asked and I looked inhis blue eyes.

'kinda' I replied and he chuckled.

'same...lets get some sleep' gray smiled. We took turnsto kiss Wendy goodbye and we both went to rest.