Omg. Bro. Freakin' 200 views. WOOOO. Btw it's Lucy POV.
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      I held onto my keys as I ran. Heading anywhere but the city.
     Bushes and leaves swayed behind me, brushing up against my skin and leaving marks. The yellow wood created an appeasing feeling. I was still on edge from the incident before, and praying they didn't follow.
Glancing behind me with a hopeful heart, I was thankful the only sign of life was the tracks of my footprints formed from the wet leaves laying on the ground.
There wasn't as much wildlife as there should have. When I first moved into the ragged old cabin, I expected raccoons and mosquitos to be swarming my house each and every night, but to my surprise, there wasn't a trace of any life what so ever.
I rejoiced when I saw the cabin in the distance, and thankful that it was a far distance away from the town.
Rushing past the gravel path, and bursting through the door, I was thankful to be inside the cabin that I dreaded.
     I sighed aggressively and leaned on the wall. I reeked of seasoning. My cloak dropped to the floor and I put no effort into hanging it back up.
There wasn't anyone coming to surprise me, and there wasn't any celestial spirits hanging out or making dinner. And I was thankful for it. I didn't want to have a active conversation with anyone.

Normally Loke would summon himself, and on rare occasions I would summon him. He would often come to just have chats or even read the novel I've been writing.
It's not often the other celestial spirits come, but when they do it's typically for conversations or card games. It's been awhile since I've had a fight with magic, or even a reason to protect myself; and I've probably gotten pretty rusty at it.
My head hung low as I stared down at the baby growing inside of me. I hadn't had any sort of training or preparation at being a mother, and I probably won't be the best at it. All I know is that I want them to grow up a happy life, and eventually get to come see their family.
I don't even have the slightest clue of what Fairy Tails reaction would be. Hopefully, they'll welcome us back with open arms.

.....Hopefully....

     I eventually pushed myself off the wall and headed towards the back door.  If anything were to get my mind off things, it would have to be a bath.
     The cabin didn't have a full bathroom, it initially was intended to be a place were you would stay a night. It only had a toilet and sink in a rundown shack out back. It does have running water, and I intend to keep it in good shape. It sadly didn't have a bath nor shower, and I've been forced to use the river outback. To my surprise, it's actually pretty clean. It shockingly didn't leave a stench or leave residue behind.
    The grass brushed against my feet as I walked towards the rushing water. It wasn't a strong current, and it wasn't too slow.
   I headed towards an old oak tree that looked like it had rotted from the roots up. It still had a few stray leaves, but it was a decent hiding spot. I pulled out a sack from a hole taking over half the trunk.
    The sack containing my toiletries was old and ragged. It had many holes, but it was good enough to contain its contents.
     I threw it down on the river bed along with a towel and my clothes that were once keeping me warm.
The water was at a freezing rate, but it didn't bother me at all.
      My keys laid sprawled out on my pile of clothes as I bathed. My hair was soaked and stuck to my skin.
    Hardly any fish swam down the stream, and every once and a while one would nibble on my toes.
      I dunked my head in the water in an attempt to wash out any shampoo. The bubbles and suds washed downstream, leaving a trail.

    Sinking my toes into the sandy river bed, I wrap the towel around my slender frame and head towards my house; not caring about what might lay beyond the tree line.
     As I walked I slipped a damp shirt over my head. Of course my clothes didn't match, but who was going to see me now? Hardly anyone came down this way.
     I peeked my head through the door before barging through.
     The house was quite as usual, and had the slight creak of wood underneath your toes.
     It was a homely feeling that everyone would die for. There was no people breaking into my house, no pink haired idiots showing up to sleep in my bed, no random cats coming to steal my food, ...no anyone. Although I hated these moments, I couldn't help but miss it.

     There was a sudden knock on my door startling me. I was only halfway dressed, and not looking forward to having any social contact.
"One moment!" I spoke.
     Throwing on any clothes to cover my body, I rushed to the door and opened the door faint-heartedly.
      "H-" to my surprise, no one stood before me.
"Hello?" I stated in the form of a question. No one replied. I stepped out into the night to find any source of the knocking, only to trip on a bag at my doorstep.
I solemnly attempted to bend over to grab the bag, and eventually snatch it into my grasp. My heart was thumping for an unknown reason. I didn't know why I was scared of this bags contents, but it was enough to put me on edge. I opened the bag to find a jumbled up ball of yellow. I sighed a sigh of relief when I pulled the cotton fabric from the bag and wrap it around my arm.
It was the blanket from before, Levy must have brought it.
I closed the door containing the light of the house inside of its walls, leaving the darkness to encase the land.