It would resurface in her dreams. She never knew why. It was an odd sight. A small being she couldn't identify next to a fairly aged woman. The woman had a scowl and that was all she remembered from the dream - image-wise. 

It scared her how real it felt and it scared her even more when the words they spoke were spoken aloud in real-life. "I'm sorry, but it is not possible for you to bare a child," said the doctor. He adjusted his glasses examining their expressions carefully. He hated this part of his job and choosing words carefully was something difficult as well. 

Her husband frowned, but was silent. He didn't say a word, but his grip on her shoulders tightened. She couldn't say she was surprised. They knew this from the start. Yet they bet 'hope' on this gamble. 

They lost.

She was scared. The doctor explained all risks in the same phrases in the dream. The dream felt even more real and almost felt like a memory.

"We couldn't heal the already-destroyed-organs to their fullest capacity. It weakened... a lot. You can't walk anymore and there is a possibility you won't be able to bare a child. I'm sorry." 

Whatever that was in front of her looked ashamed.

Why was she dreaming of someone who 'couldn't heal the already-destroyed-organs'? She wasn't able to walk as long as she could remember. Her husband thought the same as she discussed with him.

"It was just a dream. You... you shouldn't overthink and... and rest. It's been a very... very long day," he had said.

She knew it was just a dream, but it bothered her how real it felt. Nonetheless, she brushed it off. She was tired. Hearing they couldn't have any biological children must've drained her husband too. She sighed as she stared out the window. The rain poured reflecting her mood, but she quite liked the rain. It was nostalgic, but she never knew why.

"What do you want for dinner?" He inquired lifting himself up from the couch; in the same way, he smiled, trying to lift the mood. He never allowed her to be sad for too long. She smiled seeing his attempt.

"Anything is fine. You're the foodie not me." She gave a chuckle. He shrugged.

"Okay, but don't blame me if you don't like what I make."

"Okay," she replied with a short laugh. At least he improved his cooking skills. If it was a year ago she would have never replied the way she did. He was a complete horror in the kitchen, but she couldn't exactly cook for them. The next best thing was to instruct him and eventually she just supervised. Afterwards, he became a pretty decent cook. It was difficult to believe if you didn't see his progress with your own two eyes. 

As he left to the kitchen she found herself staring out the window once more. Her thoughts were left at the back of her mind. Instead, she enjoyed the view. What a day? She thought of the day overall. 

Before she could take in the silence - and the night's different aspects compared to day - there was a knock on the door. 

Her brown eyes went wide in curiosity.

Who was it?

They weren't the most interactive in their neighborhood. She had no idea who it could be. She pushed the wheelchair herself, seeing that her husband did not hear. They purposely bought a spacious, flat surfaced house for her, thus she moved swiftly towards the door. 

Once she was there, she leaned forward to look through the small window on the door. 

"That's odd," her eyebrows knitted, "Nobody's here...?"

"Guess it was nothing," she mumbled with raised eyebrows. I could've sworn I heard something.

"Hey, Lucy. Do you know where the-" he stopped and looked around, "Lucy? Where... where'd you go?"

He searched the living room with creased eyebrows and new found wariness. He stopped his search when he saw - odd enough - her staring at the front door.

"What are you doing?" He asked, while approaching the blonde.

"I heard someone knock, but there's no-one there." She frowned.

"Maybe it was a prank?" Suggested the onyx-eyed man.

Lucy considered the idea. She wasn't quite convinced. What was she to believe in this situation though? It was the only logical explanation she could think of.

"It might've been." Lucy nodded in agreement.

They shared a look.

"I'll take you back to the lounge. You need... need rest."

Lucy nodded, still dazed. She stared at the door and then teared her gaze away. "So what did you want?"

"Oh, I wanted to know where... where the-"

Again, he stopped mid-sentence. This time he heard something beyond the door as well, but it wasn't a knock. They heard crying. Wailing. A baby's crying. 

"Natsu..." Lucy trailed off having no words to say.

Her wide eyes showed her shock. Natsu gulped before taking rushed steps to the door.

Why could they hear a child's cries? Was someone playing a cruel joke on them?

They were nervous, one way or another. An actual child could be out there in the rain - cold, fragile and crying. Knowing this - realizing this - Natsu didn't waste time as he opened the door wide open.

Lucy moved her wheelchair just in time to see what was causing that noise. A noise she didn't consider bad.

They found the source of those cries right in front of them. They saw the miracle they hoped for. There, wrapped in a fluffy light-blue blanket was something unbelievable. A letter placed on top of the snugly-wrapped baby in a baby carseat...?

Lucy's eyes widened as a hand lifted to her mouth.

"A baby?" She questioned not quite trusting her eyes as if it could deceive her. "Natsu... it's a baby," she repeated.

"Yeah," is all Natsu could say in his state of shock. He couldn't say anything, but he was quick to act. He lifted the baby up getting a better view of their features; they had chubby cheeks and raven-black hair.

Whoever the parents were, they definitely loved and fed the child well. It made him wonder why they left the baby here. He held the baby delicately as he put a hand on the baby's forehead - it was cold. At the act, the child stopped crying at Natsu's warm touch.

"The child will catch cold," Lucy commented with creased eyebrows, "Close the door." 

Natsu nodded. He carried the child and placed them in Lucy's arms slowly as if the child was glass. 

Rosy-red, chubby cheeks. 

Fragile.

Precious.

A miracle, indeed. 

This child was a precious miracle.

She decided that once she held the child. 

"It's okay," she soothed softly - her lips forming into a smile. The baby sniffed.

"It's okay," she repeated softly as Natsu bend down in front of the two. He smiled seeing that look in Lucy's eyes. 

The child slowly calmed down and they opened their eyes. Big, innocent, teal eyes was revealed. She took a moment to admire this beautiful blue shades. Everything about this child, mysteriously yet planned arrival, drew them in. At first meeting; at first glance. They made this choice with ease. They would cherish this gift and raise this child.

➵

"What did you mean by 'mysterious yet planned'? Mommy?" A four year old boy asked his mother. He was small for his age, so his mother had no problem with him sitting on her lap. 

She hummed. "Don't worry about it," she said with a smile. He made a face.

"Why?" He asked in a whining yet curious voice.

"Now, now. It's late. You should go to bed." A male was heard by the sulking child. He looked out the window to see the darkened sky.

"Oh, you're right daddy. I better go to sleep! The more sleep I get the faster I will grow!" He exclaimed excitedly. 

Natsu and Lucy laughed lightly at the child's enthusiasm on sleep. He always seemed so determined on growing ever since he met kids his age. 

"Okay, goodnight!" Natsu greeted and hugged the small boy. Lucy hugged him and he went to bed tucking himself in. 

Natsu switched the lights off. 

It was strange. A mysterious yet planned out encounter leading to a happy family of three for three years. Three years worth so much memories. 

When they decided to adopt the child there weren't any complications. It was as if everything was already set out for them. They went to the orphanage and learned that - on the exact day they found the child - the parents had registered the child in a orphanage. It was as if the person knew they would adopt him and made preparations before hand. 

It made them wonder who.

Right then though, they wanted to enjoy their time with their child.

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight, mommy and daddy."