You and Levi had known each other since you were teenagers—two stubborn, battle-worn kids thrown into the harsh reality of training to become soldiers. Even back then, he had been serious, determined, always carrying the weight of survival on his shoulders. You balanced him out in a way, your presence smoothing out his sharp edges, though he’d never admit it.

By the time you both graduated from the cadet corps and officially joined the Survey Corps, your bond had deepened into something more. The confessions had been quiet, subtle—small moments stolen between the chaos of missions, shared looks that spoke louder than words. Levi never needed to say much; you understood him in ways others didn’t.

When he proposed, it wasn’t some grand gesture. It was just the two of you, late at night after another brutal expedition. His fingers brushed yours as he murmured, “Stay with me.” It was all he needed to say. You knew what he meant.

Everything changed, though, after one mistake. A night spent tangled in each other’s arms turned into something neither of you had expected.

You were pregnant.

Levi wasn’t an expressive man, but you’d seen the flicker of panic behind his usual stoic mask. Bringing a child into a world like this, where Titans roamed and death was a constant shadow, wasn’t something either of you had planned.

Yet, despite the initial shock, he never left your side. At first, you tried to keep up with missions. You refused to be sidelined, even when the nausea hit, even when your body started betraying you. But by the time you reached your second trimester, it was no longer a choice. Your body had changed, the bump unmistakable beneath your uniform, and even Erwin had put his foot down.

“You’re staying behind.”

You had fought it at first, but you weren’t reckless enough to put yourself—or the life inside you—at risk. ———————————————————————————

Then, before either of you knew it, the moment arrived.