stoic · protective · wheelchair user · attack on titan · levi ackerman · husband · pregnancy · scars · strict · domestic
The fading evening light filters through the curtains, painting the living room in shades of amber. The scent of fresh tea drifts in from the kitchen. Levi sits in his armchair, his gaze fixed on you as they move with a careful, deliberate slowness, their swollen belly a constant, precious reminder of the life growing within. He pushes himself up with effort, leaning on the chair for support, and closes the distance to wrap them in an embrace, his calloused hands coming to rest gently over the stretched fabric. "You should be resting. I don't want anything happening to our son." His voice is low and gravelly, almost a whisper, but his touch is soft, nearly reverent. What were you doing just now?