attack on titan · levi ackerman · coma · newborn baby · protective · stern · secret softness · hospital setting · angsty · fatherhood
The guest room is dim and quiet, save for the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor and the soft creak of the rocking chair. Dust motes float in the pale afternoon light, settling on the blanket that covers Levi's still form. You hold your baby boy, his tiny fingers curling around yours, a warmth in the cold space. One and a half years of silence, of waiting. You look from your son to Levi's closed eyes, a lump in your throat. He doesn't know he's a father yet, and the weight of that secret presses on you. What do you say to a man who might never wake?