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(In the mafia)
~Natsu's POV

I stared coldly at the person in front of me.

How dare he? He stood there with a smirk on his face, thinking I would make this kind of absurt deal.

"And what makes you think I will agree?" I asked with a trace of sarcasm in my voice, followed by a low chuckle.

"Think about it. Your wife will be more famous and we both will get a share of the money," he said.

Let me explain it. This bastard in front of me wants to hire MY Lucy for his magazine.

His porn magazine!!!

He is an idiot to even think I would consider this idea. Only I can see Luce in her birthday suit.

This idiot even added a chuckle at the thought of his idea. I glared at him. "No," I told him.

But he didn't drop the subject.

"It is a very good deal if you think about it. She is just another wife who you could manipulate and get money with."

If he talked about someone else, I would still be sitting in my chair. But nobody can talk about my wife that way. Nobody can talk about Lucy that way. This was the last strip, and I hadn't had many.

I stood up and walked over towards him, grabbing him by his neck. I got into his face. "You are testing my patience right now," I said lowly.

Finally there was a trace of fear in his eyes. And I will make it bigger.

"Mr. Dragneel, what are you doing?" he asked, clearly trying to calm himself. "I was just asking about your wif—"

"Exactly."

He clearly didn't understand it. I thought people knew me by now. Nobody messes with my family or even tries to. I leaned in, making sure his eyes met mine.

"It's completely disrespectful to mention my wife as if she were a mere object. If it were for any other business aspect, maybe I'll consider. But this? Oh the audacity to even try." I chuckled humorlessly at the end.

I made sure to have him look into my eyes, loving the way fear was consuming him. "We don't treat women like that. They're our equal. Be sure to remember that," I sneered.

I clenched my hand around his neck harder so that he was choking. I wasn't actually planning on killing him.

That would be just a waste of land for the cemetery...

Suddenly the door flung open.

Nobody is allowed to enter my Office without my permission, only two people can. Most of my crew do it without permission though.

I looked at the person walking in. I saw Nash's face. He stood by the door, looking at me with red, puffy eyes.

Oh no, hell no, who the hell dared to make him cry?

I threw the man I was holding onto the floor. "Get out of my territory. You have one hour."

That was all it took to make him rush out of the door. I immediately texted Jellal to make sure he was leaving our domain. Then I walked to my baby boy...

That sounded cheesy...

I bent down to be on the same height as Nash. He was rubbing his eyes, still upset about something.

I gently took his hands away from his face. "Why have you been crying, Nash?" I said. I couldn't speak with a harsh voice towards him. Not yet, at least.

He needs to toughen up, and he will. I will make sure of that, but for now I just want him to make memories he can fall back to.

"I-I... burned m-my leg...on the hot plate," Nash said through his tears. He was six and yet he acted like a crybaby now.

Harsh, I know. But I understand why he cried, a hot plate is really hot. I picked him up and walked to my chair. I placed him on my lap.

I put the bottom of his pants out of the way and saw a red spot on his leg. Okay, I'm taking back what I said. He wasn't a crybaby.

Damn, the mark was really huge and red, maybe even a little bit purple. I'm surprised he could still walk. He didn't cry as much as a kid should have done with this mark.

Now looking at it, makes me proud. He already has a little pain resistance. I should really stop judging so fast.

I carefully poked it, making him hiss in pain. "D-daddy, that hurts," he said. He looked at me with watery eyes, making mine soften.

I softly kissed his forehead as I took my phone to call Erza. I told her to get an ice pack and bring it to the office.

After two minutes I got it from her and she left. I placed the ice pack on Nash's leg, making sure the fabric of his pants was in between it. Too much cooling would not make it feel better at all.

"How does this feel?" I questioned. He just nodded, biting his lip to ease the burn. It's not the best way to try to redirect your pain, but it will do for now.

He was still sobbing, but he took deep breaths to calm himself down. One thing I tried to teach him. Whatever happens, your breathing is the one thing you should have control over. The oxygen is important to keep your mind from going insane.

Once he was calmed I decided I could satisfy my curiosity.

"Why were you by the hot plate in the first place?"

Nash looked everywhere but me, clearly a little embarrassed.

"I—"

I immediately cut him off, sighing.

"Look at me and answer," I said sternly. He can't just look away. I will teach him to not show fear. Looking away is a habit that should be untaught. It didn't hurt me that he was looking away from me, it may sound weird, but it just didn't.

I know he's afraid of me once in a while, but I also know he loves me, and looks up to me. And I know he knows I love him too.

He slowly turned his head to me. "I-I was hungry and I wanted a cookie."

He definitely has got that from me... I sighed. "It's okay, but next time just ask for it. Okay?" He nodded.

"If you want something, ask for it. Anyone who denies you will hear from me, okay?" Gotta spoil my child too while we're at it.

"Can I have a master bedroom?"

"No," I said plainly, rolling my eyes. "I was talking about small stuff, Nash. Cookies, ice cream, books, not new bedrooms while yours is already big enough for your tiny self."

He laughed. "Rude."

"Can you walk?" I asked and he nodded again. This kid is definitely not a person who liked to talk. At least he isn't scared of people. I ordered him to walk to Mira and let her treat his wound.

I was busy so I had to go working again. I haven't seen Lucy yet. She wanted to go shopping with Levy and Juvia.

Ugh, females and their shopping desire. A couple pair of clothes is enough, why want to buy a whole store?

Then I thought about one thing...

"Damn Lucy!!!" I groaned loudly. I regret saying one little thing to her.
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She still has ALL my hoodies!!! She literally took them all. I should have never said that. Some hoodies were really comfortable to wear on free days.

I shook my head. Now is not the time to be thinking about that.

I had a bunch of papers lying in front of me and I really needed to read through all the reports I got from my business partners. It's a blessing I even had a romance life and spare time in the first place. Or I just really had a competent team I'm paying fortunes for.

About an hour later half of the papers have been read. I was writing a letter back to a company when suddenly an email flashed into my inbox. I used different emails. I have one for work, a private one and an email for stuff that are connected with Nash. This one came from the mail I made for Nash. It probably had something to do with his school, I guess.

I finished the letter I was writing and clicked on the email.

I skipped through the email, trying to read as much as I could under 20 seconds. I don't have time for this bullshit. Like I guessed the mail was from Nash's school, and it was unsurprisingly about him.

Saying that I have to do something about his behavior, because apparently he scolded with 'fuck' and 'shit' and whatever.

Only with that thought in mind I had to chuckle. I wrote an email back saying I would handle it, that I'm going to teach him a lesson about that.

Which is totally a lie.

I called Mira, Nash should be with her. The previous so called slaves were now lovers. Funny how everyone fell in love with their master and vica versa.

Moments later she picked up the phone.

"Is Nash there with you?" I asked, not even bothered to say hello.

"Uhh... Yeah. Should I hand him the phone?"

"Please," I said and moments later I heard the voice of my son.

"Hey daddy!" he said, sounding cheerful and happy. And I'm happy that he doesn't have to worry about the world now.

"Don't curse on schoolgrounds, Nash." I said, holding back a grin. The other line went silence, I could imagine him being nervous.

"H-how did you know?" he asked.

"Just got a mail from your teacher. Don't curse or there will be consequences. Understand?"

How much I love him taking over mostly of my personality, I don't want to deal with some of the consequences yet.

He sighed.

"Yes, I understand, dad."

Then I hung up. He learned quickly when I was serious and when not.

After awhile I finished all my paperwork. I leaned back on my comfortable chair with my hands behind my head and feet on the desk.

It was 6:00 pm now and Lucy should be back any moment.

Finally the door opened, revealing a smiling Lucy.

"I'm back!" she said and came to my side. I stood up and went to hug her. I snuggled my face into her neck.

"I missed you."

She hummed as responds. I broke the hug and checked her appearance, looking for any cuts, bruises or wounds.

"Don't worry, Natsu. I'm fine," Lucy said, giggling as I still continued. We still had the same passion for each other as years ago, and I would never wish for it to disappear.

I only became more possessive towards her, and Lucy secretly loved it, I just know.

When I saw nothing I pulled her into a kiss. A very slowly, sweet kiss.

Never once did I let Lucy have control in the kiss. So Lucy never once won a fight. And it sometimes frustated her.

Of course I enjoyed seeing her frustated between the kisses.

"I love you," I said after I broke the kiss. We changed position and Lucy's back was leaning against my chest. And my arm security around Lucy's torso.

"You've been telling me that everyday, I know. I love you too," Lucy said, sighing happily.

"I know, but I just need to make sure you always feel wanted," I responded, I know I can't see it, but I know she's smiling.

"Show me the clothes you bought? Make yourself look pretty for me. Walk a catwalk," I joked.

She laughed, elbowing me. "I will."

I picked her jaw with my free hand and forced her to turn her head to me. I slowly kissed her forehead.

"My Luce," I whispered.

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