Daddy!Levi x Mommy!Reader

! I do not own any of the Attack on Titan characters in this story !

Prologue

At age twenty-three not much surprised you. You've been through hell and back, quite literally. At age twenty you found out you were pregnant, and your boyfriend at the time left you without so much as a car to drive yourself to the doctor's office in or even a spare change of clothes. He kicked you out of his apartment where you'd been living since you were seventeen, and having no living relatives, and unfortunately, having just lost your job, you had no income whatsoever to try to find an apartment of your own. So you slept on the streets, in homeless shelters, and even in the occasional Walmart when you could, sheltering yourself in the thick circular stacks of clothing until one of the workers would find you and throw you out. Walmart did a lot for you without even knowing it, not only did you find shelter in the store, but you also found immense piles of food in the dumpsters behind the store, which kept you fed, as well as plenty of barely torn clothing that had to be thrown away due to imperfections.

It wasn't until an old friend of yours, Hange Zoe, intervened and damn near saved your life that you finally got back on your feet. Every Walmart, and almost every supermarket and supercenter near you, had your picture posted at every entrance and exit making it nearly impossible to get back in to your safe haven. So you had taken up residency on the roadside.

She found you nestled between a trashcan and a storefront, your little sign reading: I'm pregnant, please help. You wore a too-thin jacket and shoes that had the soles worn out of them, and no socks. She honestly hadn't recognized you at first. Your (H/C) hair had grown quite a bit and was hanging down in front of your face, and even though you were pregnant and had a tiny baby bump, you were a lot skinnier than the last time she'd laid eyes on you. However, when you looked up at her to ask for money, and your oily, unkempt hair fell away from your face, revealing your (E/C) eyes, her horrified, gasping face had your words catching in your throat. There stood one of your oldest friends looking down at you with such pain in her eyes that made your chest tightening and your brain forgetting how to breathe.

"Help me, Hange," you'd mumbled to her, before the shock and embarrassment of the moment overcame you and you passed out.

Six months later, on your twenty-first birthday, you gave birth to a healthy baby boy whom you named Eren. You had been living with Hange ever since she'd found you, and she'd even gotten you set up doing freelance writing gigs so you could help out with bills. Hange didn't mind helping you out at all, but she knew you didn't want to mooch off of her too much.

Eventually you started bringing in enough money where you figured that you should get your own place in case Hange ever decided she wanted to bring someone home for some extracurricular activities… So you searched and searched for a decently and cheap two bedroom apartment for you and Eren, and eventually you struck gold with Dulaney Apartments. Not only was the pricing extremely good, but the apartments were actually decent. They weren't downtown, which was a bit of a bummer, but there was a really nice park nearby that you could take Eren to, and there was even a decent shopping center and laundromat right around the corner, which was great because you couldn't afford your own washing machine and dryer.

You were so proud the day that you signed your lease that you splurged and took Eren out for FroYo, which he thoroughly enjoyed, but you also ended up at the laundromat before you even fully moved into your apartment. Children and their messes.

It has been almost a year since you moved into your apartment, and while it's still quite nice, there is no denying that a toddler and his single mom live there. From crayon markings on the living room walls, to unidentifiable food splattered on the kitchen ceiling, to children's toys scattered sporadically throughout the entire house, to adult toys stashed haphazardly in drawers they probably shouldn't be in, you and Eren have made the apartment your home.

In fact, your entire life had turned around. You had a steady income from the writing gigs Hange had set you up with, and Eren was a happy camper who would be starting preschool soon, so you were quite happy with your current life situation, which wasn't normal.

So while you and Hange sat sipping coffee in your kitchen one Sunday and the words "blind" and "date" slipped out of her mouth, you weren't completely thrown off guard. Something had to come around and knock you out of your daydream of a life sometime sooner or later, but it wasn't like it was something you wanted either.