Lucy:

It's been years since college, since our marriage, since we moved into the small Rocky Mountains of Breckinridge Colorado. It's been years since my parents died, and Mavis grew up. It's been years since Natsu decided him and I needed a fresh start. Years. Years, since we parted ways with our old friends, and years since I decided to become a doctor.

Natsu always wakes up first in the morning at the stroke of 6:30 precisely. He first walks to the sink. He splashes water in his face, brushes his teeth, then hops in the shower, and after that he gets dressed. However, this doesn't come quietly, what do you expect? It's Natsu for Lord's sake. The bed creaks and the floorboards whine. Making it easy for me to wake up.

Me on the other hand. I wake up at around 5:30 and lay there until 6:00. I fall back asleep at 6:10 and then am awoken yet again at 6:30 due to my glorious pink headed husband. So what do I do? I rise like a zombie and follow his steps, that is, until we get to clothing options.

Natsu's suits and ties compared to my bunchy scrubs is something not a lot of people would appeal to. Right? Yeah, well, as I see it, I've always wanted to help others, and what better way than becoming a doctor?

"Lucy,"

My head jerks to the side, where my husband stands at the bedside, shaking me lightly.

"Lucy, what's wrong?"

"Hm?" I hastily sit up, curiously questioning him.

"What's wrong?" Natsu asks, pushing me to answer.

"Nothing, why?"

"It's 6:40 and you hadn't woken up yet." Natsu says, eyeing me worriedly.

"I'm fine." I say, reassuringly, more to myself than him.

I sit there, looking at my husband as my pondering thoughts run off thinking of why and how I of all people could have slept in.

"Lucy!" Natsu yells.

"What?" I scarcely ask, jumping as I do.

"I've been calling your name... for 10 minutes." Natsu bends down to my level, holding my hand gently, "What's the matter?"

"Natsu..." I try and move my legs from my bed, only to feel sore and weak from such small movement.

"I-I..."

"Lucy?!"

"My legs, they hurt!" I cry, lifting the covers, only for my arms to ache too.

"What happened...to me...?"