The sun peaked through the white curtains and illuminated the naked couple lying atop the pristine sheets. (They weren't as well-kept as usual after the previous night's activities, though.) Levi opened his eyes as he woke up, squinting at the sudden bright lights. He grimaced, flipping over onto his other side, only to be greeted with a certain squad leader drooling all over his clean sheets with a smile plastered on her sleeping face. (She was probably dreaming of experimenting on Titans.) He groaned; he had ijust/i washed the sheets, though he knew with this woman, nothing ever stayed clean for long. He sighed as he pulled himself out of bed to start getting ready for the day.

He mumbled under his breath about how messy she was as he passed her discarded uniform lying on the floor. He nonchalantly reached down and picked up the clothing, tossing it onto the sleeping figure sprawled out on his bed. "Oi, Four-Eyes, time to get up."

Zoe flopped around to another position, sending the clothes back onto the floor. "Just a few more minutes. Your bed is so comfy, Levi." The man groaned again, going on to his own business. He would reprimand her later.

By the time Levi had cleaned himself up and gotten ready for the day, he returned once again to his bedroom, only to the find that the squad leader still had barely moved an inch. She had gotten into another position, though she obviously had no intention to wake up any time soon. Something seemed wrong: her normally flat stomach…a slight bulge stuck up towards her lower abdomen. Could he be imagining things? Perhaps it was the lighting that made things appear this way?

When he thought about it, did she have a menstrual cycle the previous month? Usually he tried to keep track of these things to assure no mistakes because of their fun—she obviously wasn't on top of knowing when her time of the month was supposed to arrive—but the business of their work field could often make it hard to keep track of these things. Wasn't this around the time this month's visitor should be arriving?

He shook his head. No, they were—or, he was—too careful for anything to become of them making love. He made his way to the kitchen to start preparing them breakfast. He was sure she would wake up when she smelt his cooking.

He was almost done with breakfast when feet scattered onto the floor in a hurry to get somewhere as quickly as possible. He heard a thud and the sound of…was that vomiting? Was she…vomiting? Those things he took note of earlier flashed into his mind. No, she couldn't be…could she?

After a few moments, Zoe made her way into the kitchen, bags under her eyes as if she hadn't slept well and almost like she was going to keel over any moment. She had yet to get dressed for the day as she plopped down into one of the seats at the kitchen table.

"It's about time you woke up," Levi said and placed a plate of food in front of her. She scrunched up her nose in what appeared to be disgust. "That smells really strong."

He made his way back to the counter, picking up his own plate. "You'd better eat it. I'm not making you anything else." He walked back to the table and pulled a seat out adjacent to her. He sat down, starting to eat his own.

"I don't know if I can eat it," She replied, pushing it away, "I think I'm gonna throw up." She buried her head into folded up arms.

"When was your last period?" Levi suddenly blurted out. Zoe's head snapped up and her expression was one of total confusion. "Huh?"

"Just answer the question."

"Uh," She paused for a moment, rubbing the back of her head, mussing up her already messy hair, "A couple months ago, I think?"

God. Fucking. Damn it.