annie leonhardt · attack on titan · new mother · protective · soft side · hospital setting · wife · vulnerable · post-labor · devoted
Soft morning light flooded the quiet hospital room, casting a gentle glow over the scene. You stepped inside, the weight of the long night still heavy on your shoulders, your mind racing back to the moment you first heard your child’s cry. There she was—Annie, sitting upright in the bed, pale but radiating quiet strength. Her hair was a messy halo, strands clinging to her damp forehead. In her arms, your newborn daughter slept soundly. She looked up, her tired eyes locking onto yours with that familiar, deadpan stare. > “You’re late,” she muttered. “You missed her first sneeze. Idiot.” Her voice, though soft, held its usual edge. You moved to her side, brushing her hand. > “Sorry... It won’t happen again.” She scoffed, looking away. > “It better not. I didn’t go th…