Hello! So I was inspired to write this after reading a Fairy Tail fanfiction similar to this one. So I will be doing one shots about a single parent with a aot character as the baby. I will take requests, so please don't hold back. Please follow, fave, and/or review when you are done reading.
Disclaimer, I do not own Attack on Titan, it belongs to Hajime Isayama.
Twenty four year old Ymir looked into the crib to see her little angel sleeping with his thumb in his mouth. Ymir had to stop herself from squealing with cuteness.
Ymir watched as her little baby boy open his pale green eyes, looking at his mother, he gave her a smile.
"Come on, you must be hungry?" Ymir cooed, picking her baby up as she walked to the kitchen.
Nobody would've believed that Ymir was a parent, and that the only thing to break her shell was her little baby boy. Ymir, of course, didn't ask to become pregnant at the age of twenty two, her husband having died in car accident, leaving her alone to support herself and her unborn baby.
Ymir left town to start fresh, she found an apartment and started to work at a cafe as many hours as she could to pay for some stuff for when the baby came and the regular bills.
And after many hours of agonizing screaming and pushing, Ymir gave birth to a baby boy with dark hair, green eyes, and tan skin. She named him Bertholdt.
Ymir put Bertholdt in his high chair as she tied a bib around his neck, she then went and got some baby food and a spoon.
Ymir opened the baby food cup, scooping up some in the baby spoon. While most parents would do the airplane with their baby, Ymir learned that while doing the noises, Bertholdt tried to copy and wound up spitting a bit.
"Open up,~" Ymir said, making her voice slightly higher. "It's time to eat, my little angel.~"
Bertholdt moved his legs as well as waving his hands up and down as he made cute little baby noises, opening his mouth as Ymir put the spoon in his mouth.
Fifteen minutes later, Ymir was wearing a dark blue sweater with dark blue skinny jeans, black boots with a brown jacket along with a knitted hat. She had dressed Bertholdt in a blue and white striped long sleeved shirt with brown pants and a black jacket, a dark blue hat was pulled off his hair and he was wearing tiny little baby sneakers.
Ymir picked up her son along with her purse and car keys. She opened the door and then closed it as she walked down the stairs to the garage that the building had. She walked to her car as she unlocked the passengers door, putting Bertholdt in his baby seat and buckling him. She then walked to the driver's door as she got in.
Ymir started her car up as she drove onto the road into traffic. Ymir honked at a guy who cut in front of her car, making her step on the brakes as she put a hand on Bertholdt's baby seat to keep him from hurting himself.
Ymir glared at the guy, waiting for an opportunity, she unrolled her window, and despite the November air whipping at her face, she yelled at the guy. "You JERK! Where in the world did you get your license from? I have the right to kick your butt to the sun!" She yelled.
Ymir could see the guy was terrified as he sped away in his car. Ymir let out a huff as she continued to drive.
Five minutes later, Ymir pulled up to the daycare as she parked. She got out of her car and got her son, she then walked into the daycare as she made sure that he was okay in his daycare room. She then gave him a little goodbye kiss on the forehead and rubbed her nose against his gently. Ymir then walked out and went towards her car as she started to drive to work.
Ymir ringed up another order as she gave the customer their cash, the customer walking out of the store. Ymir let out a sigh. This day was the same as the rest; customers came and go. 'At this rate, I might not be able to get Bertholdt his Christmas and birthday present.' Ymir thought.
"Ymir, you can take the rest of the day off." Ymir turned to look at her boss, Dot Pixis. "But Pixis, please let me take another shift." Ymir pleaded.
"Ymir, you work harder than anyone here, and I'm very pleased. But you've been taking any shift you can get your hands on. I want you to take today off." Pixis explained.
Ymir let out a sigh, knowing that she couldn't argue with her boss. "Okay." Ymir said, taking off her apron as she walked towards the back, where her and the others lockers were.
Ymir opened her locker as she put her apron away, taking her coat out with her car keys. 'I'll be early picking up Bertholdt. I can maybe stop to get something to eat.' Ymir thought.
Ymir was stuck in traffic as she finished the last of her sandwich, rolling her trash into a ball as she threw it in the backseat. 'I'll get that later.' Ymir thought.
Ymir pulled up into the daycare, getting out of her car. Ymir walked to the entrance as she felt warm air hit her in the face. Ymir continued her destination towards where her baby was staying, when she heard a voice.
"Ymir?!" Ymir turned to see a woman with blonde hair and blue eyes looking at her with shock. "Ymir it's me! Historia!" The woman said, Ymir's eyes widening with realization.
"Historia. You've changed!" Ymir said, walking towards her best friend.
"So have you! I haven't seen you since high school graduation!" Historia exclaimed.
"What are you doing here?" Ymir asked.
"I'm here to pick up Annie, my daughter." Historia answered. "What about you?"
"Well, I'm here to pick up my son Bertholdt." Ymir said, Historia's eyes widening with shock.
"You have a son! That's it, we are getting coffee and you are telling what happened." Historia said, grabbing Ymir's hand and dragging her towards where their children were.
"So let me get this straight. Jean, and Mikasa, are married?" Ymir asked, taking a sip from her coffee as she looked over at her son, who was playing with Historia's daughter, Annie, in the baby section of the playground inside the mall.
"Yep, they got married a year ago. Mikasa was the one who proposed to Jean." Historia replied.
"Wish I could of seen that." Ymir smirked. "What about the others?"
"Well, Eren is in the Survey Corps." Historia said. The Survey Corps was a detective agency where they solve cases and get to fight and apprehend the bad guys. "Marco…...I have no idea what he's doing these days. Never tells us anything except that he always gets everyone the best presents on birthdays or Christmas. I believe he travels around the world."
"What about Armin, Sasha and Connie." Ymir asked, taking another sip of her coffee.
"Sasha and Connie are working at restaurants. And Armin owns his own company." Historia said. "Oh! We all took this picture on the Fourth July, here." Historia showed Ymir her phone, Ymir looking to see her friends smiling at the camera.
"No one looks like they've changed, except the Connie grew hair and cut it into a sort of a mohawk. Who's the tall blonde hair guy with his hair in a ponytail?" Ymir asked, pointing at him.
"Oh, that's Armin." Historia answered. Ymir's eyes widened.
"No way! He grew!" Ymir exclaimed, remembering Armin being short and petite with a haircut that made him look like a girl.
"Yep. Oh! I'm inviting everyone over to my house for Christmas! Would you like to come?" Historia asked.
Ymir thought. 'Maybe I should go, I haven't seen them in six years after all.'
"Alright, I'll come." Ymir said, Historia smiling. "Great! Here." Historia wrote down on a piece of paper. "Here's my address and and phone number, Annie has to take her nap soon." Ymir turned to see Annie laying on the floor as Bertholdt crawled towards her with a worry expression.
Historia walked over as she picked up her sleeping daughter. "Can't wait to see you soon." Historia said, walking out of the mall.
Ymir smiled. "You too, friend. Now come on Bertholdt, we better get home so you can take a bubble bath.~" Ymir cooed, picking up her boy as she walked out towards her car. 'Now, what should I wear for the Christmas party?' Ymir thought.