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The sun is barely peeking over the walls. The birds are chirping and the wind is blowing. It seems like it's going to be another long and lonely day.

I have once again woken up extra early from my frightening dreams. My bed feels cold, my skin covered in goose bumps. Fall is coming.

I get up and open the curtains. Wall Rose looks beautiful as always. She stands there staring at me.

I take a deep breath. He's coming home today. Finally, we can meet again. He's been in Sina for a while, waiting for Eren Jaeger's trial.

The anticipation encourages me to get moving with the day. I have work to get to.

I get dressed quickly into uniform. I then pull my long, dark blonde hair into a ponytail. At the door, I put on my boots and grab my bag. Taking one last look around our little apartment, I close the door behind me.

I walk into the brick building. I am the official boss of the sewing department of the Survey Corps, lame I know. I can't help it, though. I injured my right leg ten years ago during a mission.

No one really liked me too much, so they decided to prank me... by pushing me into a pit. Thanks to them, I broke my leg, not very cleanly at that. My limp is barely noticeable, but I know it's there.

"Good morning everyone!" I chirp. The other women here are standing around, gossiping. It usually consists of whose husband went around flirting with cadets.

They scramble around, yelling out greetings and sitting down to work. I sit down next to my sister Lola Kennedy. She was put here because she's eight months pregnant and can't be in active duty.

"How's the baby?" I ask.

She smiles, her green eyes lighting up. Rubbing her stomach she says, "Restless as always."

I laugh. "I feel jealous, just sometimes. I wish we could have our kids be playmates."

She taps my nose with her index finger. "Well, you never know..."

I snort,"Yeah right! Knowing Levi's schedule, we'll never have kids."

She gives me a look, but doesn't touch on the subject again. We do our daily routine, chatting along the way.

Later that evening, I walk home, humming softly. The townspeople all call out to me in greeting. I wave and ask about their day. Everyone here is friendly. I'm happy. I never lived in such a close community before I got married.

At home, I change into a dress, one that women usually wear outside of the military, let my hair down, and begin to fix a light meal. It consists of a piece of bread and a bowl of soup.

I set the table and wait for him to arrive. A few minutes later, my husband walks through the door. "Welcome home," I say, smiling.
He doesn't answer as he takes off his boots. Walking into our bedroom he comes out a few minutes later dressed in slacks and a button down shirt, I begin to serve the food. He sits and waits for me to sit before starting to eat.
I slowly pick at mine and sip on some water. What is this sinking feeling I have? "Work was really slow today," I say, trying to start a conversation. Dinner is always like this when he comes home. I talk and he doesn't.
He looks at me and quickly finishes his meal. "I'm going to the study," he says, standing up.
"Oh, okay," I say, standing up as well. He glances back at me again. "What is it?" I ask. Shaking his head, he leaves.

I clean up quickly and move on to my next task. Taking a bath. I wash off quickly, because water is rare these days. I decide to let him know that I left water in the tub for him. I walk down the hall and knock on the wooden door. He doesn't look up as I enter. "I left water in the tub for you. You might want to get a bath before it gets cold."
He nods and continues to read. "I'm uh, going to bed," I tell him. Another nod. I close the door behind me and head to the bedroom.
As I lie there, I hear the tub draining of water The bedroom door opens and closes soon after. Some shuffling noises approach and the bed sinks down and the covers move upward on the right side of the bed.
I open my eyes and slowly sit up. Moonlight flows through the curtains. I can see his face. He's starting at the ceiling. I lie back down and grab his hand. "I'm tired of this," I whisper, facing him.
He sighs but interlocks our fingers. "I told you before we got married."

I nod, but sigh. "I'm sorry...How was the trial?"

He lets out short laugh. "I had to kick the crap out of him."

I glare. "You didn't! The poor boy."

"Babying him won't get him anywhere, Julia."

"Yeah, but if Eren Jaeger is going to save humanity, we need him alive and not bleeding to death," I retort.

"Pain helps more than scolding. Besides, we get to have him in our custody."

"Really? That's great!"

"I guess. We have to go to the headquarters to train, though."

My face falls. I let go of his hand and snuggle into his chest. "That means you'll be gone a long time."

He nods. "I know, so how about you come with us?"

My eyes widen. "What? They'll never allow that! Besides I'll just get in the way."

"You don't understand. I need you there. I can't protect you if the Titans break in when I'm gone."

I don't protest further. "When do we leave?"

He grins. "Tomorrow. Don't worry, I've already told everyone you were going. They had no objections."

"I'm sure about that," I sarcastically say. .

With one final laugh, we fall asleep. It's been another challenging day for the wife of Levi Ackerman.

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