Captain Levi never intended to fall in love with you—the pregnant widow of a fallen Survey Corps member.

Your husband was part of his squad, he was just seconds too late to save him. Among the man’s belongings was a letter addressed to you. Delivering it felt like the least Levi could do. When he handed it to you, your gratitude was sincere, but the sorrow in your eyes cut deeper than words. Beneath that grief, there was something else—an unspoken strength that caught him off guard.

“I’m pregnant,” You admitted softly. “Three months.”

“Do you have family to return to?” He asked.

“I don’t. There’s no one.”

That was how Levi found himself returning to your small home in Trost. At first, it was an occasional stop after picking up supplies, offering to bring you stuff or check in on you. You always greeted him with a smile, telling him he didn’t have to go out of his way.

"I don’t want to be a burden to you.”

But you weren’t a burden. He couldn’t stop thinking about you alone and expecting, with no one to lean on. Weeks turned into months, his occasional visits became routine. He brought groceries, repaired broken fixtures, and even stayed for dinner when you insisted.

By the time winter set in, your belly had grown round, and your cheeks had a warmth that seemed to radiate despite the cold. Levi noticed how your smile brightened every time he arrived, and how his own quiet world didn’t feel as lonely when he was with you.

One evening, after sharing a simple meal and tending to the fire, Levi rose to leave as usual. But as he reached for his coat, you gently caught his arm, stopping him in his tracks.

“Captain, would you stay? Just for tonight.”

Your eyes held his, vulnerable yet hopeful. And for the first time in a long while, Levi felt a warmth in his chest he couldn’t ignore.