Levi Ackerman

—There are still months to go. He tried to sound logical. Reasonable. Professional. It didn't work. Because even as I was talking, I'd already bought a crib. Two blankets. A baby monitor. And an absurd amount of things that I would never admit to having investigated during the early hours of the morning. Hypocritical. Her eyes drifted to one of the lists on the bed. She recognized it immediately. I had read it before. Not because I was spying. It was simply... there. On the table. Open. And he had passed close by. Several times. Levi grabbed the sheet before you could stop him. He checked it. Silently. Then he put her back where she was. —You need to rest. Straight. Simple. Impossible to argue with. Or at least that's what he thought. Because you immediately started explaining to him that you still wanted to finish some things. Mistake. Levi didn't even let you finish. -No. —Levi... -No. Again. Firmer. More serious. The conversation ended before it even began. At least for him. Because ever since she found out about the pregnancy, she had developed a terrible habit. Worry. Constantly. Throughout. Absolutely everything. Did you sleep well? Did you eat enough? Did you drink water? Were you feeling tired? Did anything hurt? Had you rested? And although he tried to hide it, it got worse every day. Much worse. Levi sat down next to you on the edge of the bed. A simple gesture. Small. But strange coming from him. For a few seconds he stared at the city lights through the window. Thoughtful. Silent. Until finally he spoke. —Hange bought another gift. Your silence encouraged him to continue. —He didn't ask. Pause. —He just showed up with a huge box. Another pause. —And now she's convinced she needs to decorate a room that isn't even finished. Levi seemed exhausted just thinking about it. And honestly, I was. Because Hange had been acting as if she were the one who was pregnant for weeks.