Today marks a week until our boy is supposed to arrive. He'll be illegitimate; a love child, but thankfully enough, his father stuck beside me through it all. It was difficult at first since my parents (Well... parent) don't agree with children before marriage. In my father's eyes it was considered sinning that I was pregnant and not married. He wanted me to abort my baby, for my lover to leave my life, and for me to come back home when it was impossible. Sure, I never wanted this baby, I never wanted children to begin with, but just because I'm not married, or rich, or "mother material" shouldn't mean anything to anyone. Yet, other's opinions never stopped me from making my own decisions. It's too late to do anything about it anyways. It's our mistake, and when you make a mistake you own up to it.

"Annie! Are you home, my love?!"

That was my boyfriend. Armin (Arlert) Plisetsky. He must've came home from work early today.

Since this is the first time you're meeting Armin, let me give you a brief description of him. Face-wise, he has a round, feminine structure, expressive blue eyes, an upturned button nose, thick brown eyebrows, and shoulder-length yellow-blond hair. When it comes to his bodily looks, Armin's even more unique. He is short in stature. I'd like to say maybe 5'6-7? No muscles whatsoever, slender, and my personal favorite: He has a plump rear. I know it sounds like he's a girl, but if this were true I wouldn't be having his baby. And don't let his looks deceive you. Armin is a true genius at heart. His planning skills are outrageous, and sometimes, I think he even knows the future. That isn't all. His grasp and knowledge with technology is beyond what this time is capable of. He built his phone and computer with his own two hands, by himself nevertheless.

Armin's a package alright, but he's my one-of-a-kind. He and I have one hell of a history after all. To think, it started when I first moved to Hesse, Germany, our old home.

The story starts off with nine-year-old me leaving Russia, my homeland. I had to move because... let's put it at, my life in my hometown wasn't exactly the best. I was poor, and before I could turn eight, my mother passed away. I don't remember much about my mother, I don't even know how she died- My father on the other hand was devastated, working day and night to collect as much money as he could to get out of where we were. My mother's life long dream was to move to Germany. She loved the weather, the history, the language, the culture, so, we moved there. It was done not only to complete my mother's wish, but to also better our life.

Once we finally accomplished the goal, I had to start school. That's where I met Armin. We were forced to work together in class and somehow we got into the subject of parenting. We learned we both lost family, Armin losing both of his parents and me losing my mother. After that encounter, we became friends. As time went on, friends became crushes, and when we turned sixteen, we began dating. It wasn't long into our romantic relationship that we messed up big time. What we did I will not say, but I will tell you that it was a very, very illegal offence, and it forced us to run away from our country. Yes, that's right. Two sixteen-year-olds jumped country borders. To where you may ask? We moved to where we live today. We went to Russia: The land of my birth. Citizenship would be easier to attain there, as I already had it, and housing was cheaper, so it was our best shot. Five years after our success, we live in a better area on the outskirts of Moscow, preparing for our baby.

Now that you know the story behind all this, I can get back to the present-world.

I walked up to Armin, giving him a slight tease, "You know I don't like pet names."

"I know, I know. I can't help it though!" Armin grabbed my hips to kiss my forehead. He then looked at me with a wide grin. "How's Little Armin doing in there?"

I sigh, "He's moving a lot like usual, you always ask like something changed when it's the same everyday... And stop calling our son 'Little Armin.' If he knew what you were saying he'd kick you in the face."

"I can't help that I care!"

"You are built like a daffodil."

I free myself from his gentle grasp, finding my way upstairs to change while feeling another kick.

She went upstairs to change her clothes. Annie did this a lot throughout the day as one moment she felt bloated and had the need to change into a sweatshirt, and the next she felt like her old self and wore a regular oufit. It's probably the hormones.?

Armin crept into our room with his cutesy half-smile while I was still changing. I usually don't mind it if he comes in when I'm stripping down. What made this time the exception was that when he settled in, he wouldn't stop staring at me. If he's got something to say, he better say it now.

I growl, "Is there something special?"

Armin's eyes glinted a bit in the passing sunlight. He's feeling passionate right now.

"You're carrying a full grown newborn, yet you still look beautiful."

"What do you mean by beautiful?"

I don't like it when a person gives a compliment without reason. Others think it's odd, yet do they ever think it could be sarcasm, or a lie, or that slim possibility of it being the truth. I know Armin wouldn't do that, but it still bothers me.

"Well... you've kept your shape nicely... from the back it's like you've never changed, and from the front you're a petite pregnant lady... a-and you're still very strong... stronger than me. Haha-"

"I was always stronger than you."

Another emotionless comment. Those were what I gave most of the time, even when it's a joke. Nobody thought it was funny though, and I was usually deemed as either weird or a socially awkward person. I never really had a functioning family to teach me those things, all I had was a father that treated me like I always did something wrong. Like I was the reason things were bad for us. So why does Armin care for me? Nobody else has in my life, so why? Why him?

I sigh in frustration, "How can you still like me?"

With a little bit of pink glowing across his cheeks, he said, "There's plenty of reasons... I think you're really pretty for starters. There's something about those lost ice blue eyes that can never make me leave... Your hair is so soft and a perfect light blonde. People used to joke about your nose, but I think it completes you. The way your face is shaped makes you look unique too. You're like a snow fox, I swear... And you've got a fighting personality. You may be beautiful on the outside, but I think you're even more so on the inside. After all you've been through, anyone would've given up by now. Not you though. You have thick skin, and I know if I, or anyone else is going through a tough time, you'll guide a way. Geez... I got carried away, didn't I? Anyways, we have a lot that we can relate about! Don't you think? Just because you don't smile that often doesn't mean you're miserable, or unnatural, and I love that too about you! Nothing is ever fake! Or at least, I hope!"

I turn to his gleaming self. "If all of that is true to you... Would you say I'm a good person?"

"Why do you ask so much? I've been close to you for about eleven years! I wouldn't be here if you weren't who you are. Of course, thinking of someone as good or bad is biased, but I think you're an amazing person!"

He wore a smile pure with sincerity. The fact that he wasn't lying made me feel a bit better.

"I see. Thank you."

He came closer to me, cooing out, "Low self esteem?"

"Yeah..." I sigh again.

"Everything will be fine. We left the past behind us and started a new life. He's the turning point of it all, and you'll be a great mother."

Armin put his chin on my shoulder, imitating a purr.

"Actions speak louder than words."

"Stop being a pessimist!"

He hugged me from behind, kissing the crook of my neck.

"...Shut up, you."

And so that's our average afternoon. Lifting each other up to keep sane.

*Five Hours Later-6:28 P.M.*

The clock struck 6:28. Armin was making us dinner, while I was practicing my unarmed combat in the basement with the punching bag we owned. I bought it to train for the upcoming matches I part took in before I became pregnant. Pretty obvious what happened there, huh? All in all it's a bit boring nowadays since I have to be cautious with the baby. I don't do much, but I have to be on top of this subject as much as I can for when I go back. Whenever that is at least...

Armin eventually creeped down a few basement stairs for what I can already tell is to tell me dinner was almost finished. It had to happen soon since I could smell something frying from upstairs.

He leaned over the railing, still keeping his bright smile.

"Hey, everything will be ready in a few minutes!"

He noticed my workout clothes, and then his cheeks puffed in mere seconds with what Armin displayed as dissapoint.

"Again?" He asked.

Whenever I went into the basement, it was one of two things: Either a quiet space to read, (Our basement looks more like a tiny lounge) or this, which made him upset. Since the silence I work in is broken, there was no point in continuing for today.

While confronting him on the stairway, I asked back,

"If it didn't do anything to him before why would it do something now?"

It took him awhile to think before he spoke. When he opened up his mouth again we were already in the hall.

"I don't want my son getting brain damaged from one wrong move. I can think of ten disorders right now if something just hits his head! Babies are sensitive, you know!"

"Armin... calm down. He'll be fine. Give me your hand." Armin's palm went on my stomach. Both of us felt a small turn of our son's legs. "He's an active little bastard, alright."

He stood with sweet defeat. His son was just as active as ever, making Armin look at me with his returning grin. "...When you're practicing, is it uncomfortable? Like, does having him in there ever bother you?"

"Not at all."

I gave Armin a warm hug... or at least he thought it would be a hug.

"hUCK-"

Armin drooled a little as he dropped to the floor like a fly. I kicked his knee to give a small example on how he worries for nothing. Don't worry, I didn't do much harm.

"What was that for?!" He squealed.

"Putting you in your place again. I have control over my own body, don't ever dare to tell me otherwise. By the way, I know babies are fragile. I've been carrying one for how many months?"

There was a small silence. Armin didn't even say one word. He was frozen in place looking at the floor. Did I hurt him that badly?

"Armin, are you okay? I didn't mean to do it that hard."

"A-Annie... Look." He stuttered.

At first nothing seemed abnormal. Then underneath my large stomach was a wet spot on the carpeting.

My water broke. Our baby's coming. Armin was slapped in place with shock, and so was I a little bit. Of course, since Armin's more extra than me, he freaked out once he snapped out of place.

"He's not due for another week! W-We should really get to a hospital! But can we even afford one? Going to ultrasound appointments put us in a hole! Plus, we're barely holding onto our payments this month! Do we even have any supplies that can be used to birth a child?!"

Armin's hands were shaking and his eyes with worry. The most one could do was stroke his hair to try to calm him down.

"It's okay, everything's fine. We can't go to a hospital, you're right. I just hope you know, either way, hospital or not, it's not like he's going to come out this second. There's a lot of time to prepare."

Armin's eyes were filled with anxiety from his tense emotions. He obviously didn't want to fight about this right when it was happening. He grabbed both my hands tightly, got up and asked,

"Are you in any pain? If you don't want to go anywhere, then at least let me know you're okay!"

"I feel fine for now. Go finish cooking before it burns."

"Tell me when it gets worse, please!"

Armin stormed out with a sigh of too many mixed emotions. Sometimes I wonder who's the woman in this relationship...

I changed to a regular outfit and had Armin ask a thousand times if I needed anything at dinner and if the pain worsened. The larger contractions did begin to settle in. They weren't too terrible, still, anything was too much to tell Armin about in his state. I know he begged for me to tell him when it would start progressing, but at the same time I don't feel like having another half hour of questions being shoved into my ears. Our boy being born safely will become his first priority once he relaxed a bit. Or at least that's what I hope.

We finished with our meal when the sun left no trace. We had nothing else to do except wait for our son to be here.

*A Few Hours Later*

The pain's starting to increase, it's like someone's grabbing my stomach harder and harder without remorse. It was still bearable enough to keep a straight face for when I have to tell him. Armin is the father after all, he has to know eventually.

Going upstairs to our room was never any fun. Having an extra person in the front made it unclear if you were leaning forwards or backwards, and lifting a leg after another felt like something was attacking your bladder with every step. It was usually quick, as long as those parts were ignored.

"Ar...min?"

Slowly opening the door revealed my side of our room first. All of it was cleaner than I left it, it even smelled much better, and it didn't have a bad scent before! My bed was made and cleaned, there were a few towels laid out too. Two on top of the sheets, two folded on the side. On the dresser to the left of the bed was a neat pile of clothes for our child, and Armin's favorite childhood blanket. He told me he wanted to give it to our baby as a present to show how much he loved him.

"Hey!" Armin turned with that gleaming grin again. "I felt bad that we can't go to a hospital... so I tried to make something better... it's not... but it's enough, right?"

"It's perfect. Thank you..."

He chuckled, "It's nothing much, that's my job as a parent isn't it? I promise I'll be the best dad possible, even if times are hard! So what did you want me for?"

"Oh, you wanted to know when the contractions were progressing, right? Well, they're starting to. Just... thought you should know."

"You've been in labor for three hours already, of course they'd be getting stronger. Hell, maybe you've been in labor longer than that and we didn't notice. Also... I'm... sorry for my behavior earlier, Annie. I've been worried about you and this baby since the day we found out you were pregnant. When the time finally came the pressure of having a child built in my every vein."

There wasn't much to say to that other than to nod.

"I might be asleep when you're ready. Wake me up when the time comes."

I joked, "Why wouldn't I? This child is half you, you could kiss your ass goodbye if you missed it."

"Heh... it's getting late. Get the most sleep possible, you'll need the energy."

"Goodnight, Armin."

He was given a light peck on his lips, creating a smacking noise.

"I love you."

He kissed me back.

"I love you too. You're going to be a great mother."

The hours passed by and every second slowly got worse. Each wave of pain came for a couple of seconds, then went away only to come back the next minute. Then they literally started coming every minute. Annie suffered, but by her just being her, she tried to play it off as nothing. However even for someone of her strength, she couldnt manage to pull that off. The shocks of her muscles tightening were too much at a certain point, even for her...

My body said to go to sleep, but my brain said stay awake. The indulging pain in my abdomen didn't help in the slightest either. It was far worse than when I first went to bed, at least at that time I could deal with it. Now I want to rip this thing out of me! He probably wanted that too since it felt like he was moving down already! I was gonna wake Armin's ass up to tell him that I'm ready to squeeze this fucker out right now whether he likes it or not!

But Armin was... already awake.

"Haha... I can't remember the last time we've all hung out together... You, me, Mikasa, Marco, Jean, Sasha... Everybody."

Armin had his cell phone to his ear while he was looking out of the window that was between our beds. It was a guy on the phone, I could hear the voice from my bed. It was... Eren? He's been Armin's best friend ever since they were little kids. He was like Armin's wingman; his partner in crime. Even now, they're countries away and they still keep in touch. I'm aware of the two boys calling each other from time to time, but never this late.

[Yeah, we've all missed you a lot and the good old days. They ask all the time if I know when you're coming back. Of course the answer's the same everytime. Leaving the depressing topics aside, how's Annie doing? Did that sucker come out of her yet?]

"No. He's almost ready. Any minute now I'll be holding my boy. This is probably getting lame for you, it's all that I ever talk about. How're you and Mikasa keeping it together?"

[Aww... Well... We're A-Okay! We're still in school and have a place together that my parents gave us as bribery to do a medical or science major. Mikasa works out and does her fights here and there like the lady you've got at home. To be honest with you... we aren't exactly dating... but we kinda... you know.]

"Oh god, for real?!... What happened?"

[That piece of garbadge, Jean, talked me into a drinking game that he said used lighter alcohol, but turns out that was a lie! Then he told me that Mikasa was my girlfriend when I was shit faced drunk! I asked Ymir what happened and she said that I was on top of Mikasa the entire night then took her to my room! That tomboy even had pictures of us when we were doing our business!]

"Woah... that's not like any of you guys. Well Jean maybe... But you? Since when did you believe in the horse face? Also, how did Mikasa not notice? She's not the type to give in so quickly."

[What he gave didn't taste strong at all! You know I'd never touch anything that bad! Mikasa said I didn't act drunk either, and how my breath smelled like fruit, not liquor! Ugh... I'm getting a headache talking about that jerk. I'll explain the rest when it gets brighter out... How about work for you? Did you get a better place yet?]

"Heh. Okay then... Besides our son, we now have a small house together. It's not bad at all, we actually landed in a nice neighborhood this time. Honestly I'm just glad we got out of the ghetto. Workwise, I'm a mess."

[What? Don't tell me you've put your smarts to waste!]

"No! Now I'm an overworked assistant for this rich engineer guy that I gotta do all the building for. I'm nothing but a rookie though, that's why we're still leaning a little on the poor side."

[Damn! Continue to get better with the building part, and you'll be rich as hell! To think, runaway Armin fled to another country and built a life without us! Should I be proud or offended?]

"It's nothing... Just providing for my family like everyone else. God, talking about this makes me want to come back so badly. It's been years after years and I'm sure everyone's grown up by now. I want them all to see our baby, and we can build what we couldn't. But... it could still take a while."

[Don't get too sentimental. We'll always be best friends, Armin. Don't forget that. Sometimes you think you're no good, but you mean a lot to everyone back home, and you're a father now... God I remember just being kids the other day.]

A woman shouted from the other line, it was probably Mikasa, another one of Armin's childhood friends. She was like the guardian of the two boys. Whenever someone tried to bring harm to them, she'd be there. From what I remember, we didn't get along too great...

[Eren! It's three in the morning! Go to bed!]

Eren yelled back at her with a nastier tone.

[Okay, sheesh! I'll be up in a minute! Armin, gotta go! Good luck with the baby!]

"Thanks, Eren. Hopefully we can see each other soon."

[Damn straight we will. Everyone sends their love, and they all miss you. Goodbye.]

"Later."

**Beep**

Armin wiped a few tears rolling down his cheeks, looking at his phone. He wasn't hysterical, his expression didn't seem dismally, nor was he sniffling. He was just... crying.

I sat up with Armin still focused on his phone.

"You miss him?" I mumble.

Armin jumped from my voice, stuttering, "A-A-Ann... did... how much did you hear?"

"Almost all of it. It's not much to be ashamed of. You're homesick. We've made bad choices, and it brought us here. Nowadays, going back there seems impossible."

He calmed himself, sitting down next me. "Yes, we did make extremely stupid decisions when we were younger. It doesn't mean that it led us to anything bad now! It's all in the past and all of those searches are probably done for! Hell, we're going to be parents in a few hours. By the way, how are you feeling? Didn't I tell you to sleep?"

By coincidence, another shock of torture came about.

"I'm doing awfully... this little shit's been keeping me up the whole night! My front side shoots in agony for a few seconds then stops! It's getting to a point where I can't hold it anymore! The whole reason I'm awake was to tell you that I'm ready!"

He looked at me confused, "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying... He'll probably be born any minute... I'm ready to give birth..."

Armin's jaw dropped. More than it ever had in our entire relationship.

"Are you sure?! It's five in the morning! I can't help deliver a baby at this hour!"

"If you can be on the phone and if I can do the physical labor, you'll be fine."

He held my hand, looking into my eyes in the moonlight.

"Then... let's do this."

On Armin's perspective...

What was she saying?! Did she really mean that she's going to give birth? Right now? At 5 in the morning?! I don't know how to help her, I'm barely awake! That call was on Eren's end, and my phone was under me so how could I ignore it?! Why didn't she saying something before?! God... who knows what's happening to her too... she's not very good with expression, but she's suffering in there. I can tell she is, it's just there with her.

I gulped, "So we're just gonna... take your underwear... off..."

She snapped at me, "No shit Captain Obvious."

Annie stripped herself from the waistline below. She positioned herself in a kneeling pose with her legs spread on top of the towels.

"You sure that's how you want to do this?"

She looked at me with a face that said "The hell do you think?" The most support I could do after that small screw up was wrap a thin blanket around her back, thighs, and rump.

I asked her, "Do you want to hold my hand?"

"Sure, thanks." Her hand intertwined with mine, and thus parenthood began...

Annie squeezed my hand mighty tightly as she pushed, which hurt like hell! Nevertheless it couldn't have been nearly as bad as what Annie's feeling. What was happening to her could never compare to a bruise or being numb. Her body was tearing itself open to make way for a small human being. It was her body being drained from this, not mine. Along with those awful factors, she miraculously didn't scream once. Her face merely turned red from constantly trying to push a being out the size of a watermelon without stopping. If she were in a hospital she'd definitely get scolded by the nurses for stressing herself. Although they do it for a reason. Maybe I should too?

"You're doing so well... Just don't strain your body. You can do this!"

She didn't say anything, instead she groaned and got even more red than she already was.

It was then she shouted, "Armin, I think the head is out!"

Annie took my good hand to her nether regions as well as forced me to physically touch what was without a doubt the crown of our baby. To be honest, it was uncomfortable to touch... those places with all the slime... and blood, yet at the same time I knew that was my son down there. The creature that was made by us, our creation made from our blood and flesh alike. It was all happening too quickly. Her labor was going at a much faster pace than it would for most women. From what I know, it's supposed to take an hour on average for the first baby to be born, not a couple minutes!

Annie took my hand away from her areas, then crushed both my hands. I couldn't even squeal from it. Comparing her pain to mine made it easier to cope with. Even after she continued to squeeze my hands while pushing, it was still manageable for me to kiss her head and tell her she was doing amazingly.

It wasn't long after until she groaned out, "Here it is!"

Just like that with a final blow, a baby was on the bed, crying. The moment Annie brought him up all covered in bodily slime with the towel beneath her, we realized we created something extraordinary.

She took a quick look to see if our son was indeed a son, then brought the baby to her chest in one of the towels she gave birth on.

She peeped, "It's a boy..."

"Annie. You're crying..."

I wiped the tears falling from her crystal blue eyes. She then looked at me with her face still a bit red. "Aren't we all?"

That's when it hit me that I was crying too. The tears weren't streaming down in rivers, they were there though.

"Who's cutting the cord?" I ask in excitement, as well as trying to change the subject.

Annie looked down at our son with a slight smirk. "You're the father, it'd be natural if it was you."

Annie lifted our newborn son once he calmed down to tie the umbilical cord in a knot. The scissors on Annie's dresser were in my hand the next second ready to cut it. My legs felt like they were about to collapse when I looked down at him. Blood and slime was on him, but he was still gorgeous.

"I'm waiting."

Annie looked at my hands impatiently, waiting to just grab the scissors right out my grasp. She noticed I was shaking like a dog, and how pathetic it was that I couldn't even do this task. I don't know how she still kept her adorable half-smile.

"I'm about to faint..." I murmured.

Looking down at his pouting expression made me feel lightheaded. He was just so cute... And he was my baby! He was going to grow up far too quick next to us, from his first words to going to college, and when he would find love himself... it's overwhelming to see it all when right now he's still new to this world!

Annie knew my condition, and she growled, "You better not-"

Annie's words didn't matter. What was happening was inevitable. The world was spinning a circle, then it became too blurry to see anything. There was a slight ringing throughout the room while everything became even more unclear. Then when I was slowly accepting my fate, the ringing stopped when everything went white. Then I heard a snip noise, then there was only black.

Armin was out cold after that. Annie helped him onto the bed next to her with the baby on her chest. She took care of the rest of her delivery by herself, putting the 'undesirables' in a bag, which went into the trash. The newborn was fed by his mother, cleaned, and given a diaper. He was also wrapped in Armin's favorite blanket that was pink with yellow kittens on it for warmth. Two hours after, Armin came to his senses...

"Armin? Are you waking up?"

Annie's pretty face was the only thing I could see. Her light blue eyes glistening like crystals.

"Huu... What happened? Where's our baby?"

"You blacked out while cutting his cord, you did it though." She gently cradled the blanket which I saw my son sleep in, and... Annie was doing something she rarely ever did. She was smiling. Not a small smirk, an actual, teeth-showing grin.

"I'd let you hold him but we don't need any more accidents happening."

"No, no! I can handle it! Please, let me hold him." I begged.

She sighed, knowing that I had the right to hold my own baby. She secured him in my arms, making sure if I fainted again I wouldn't drop him.

In that pink blanket was my child. Now that it's been awhile since he was cleaned from the blood, his face showed more features resembling us. So far, he was definitely Annie's son. He had her lips, her eyes, especially her punk face. In general, he wasn't a Little Armin. That doesn't matter anyhow, he's still an adorable baby.

"Amazing what we've created. So what'd you do with the... after-birth?"

"It's in the trash outside. We don't need it, do we? I mean, unless you wanted to eat it... I'm kinda glad you missed that part. You'd knock out a second time if you witnessed it. Also, he was just fed, so don't worry about that either."

I was too caught up in our boy to pay attention to most of what she was saying, even though I had asked. Annie moved closer to us trying to get a good look of him as well.

That's when she brought up something that needed my attention,

"He still needs a name... of all the things that were prepared for him, this wasn't one of them. Let's give him something that fits the country better. It'll be good for when he grows up here."

"Why not just pick something that can be used anywhere? Although, it's a bit hard since there's not a lot of them... Weren't you born around Moscow?"

She nodded, "Yup. Mom and I were born in this area. Not in a good one though."

"Now what's multi-cultural and can be used here? You've lived here longer, you should know!"

Annie then just shrugged. "I don't know... You mentioned multi-cultural."

"Well... think of anything. How about Alex? Isn't it the same everywhere?... Stick with that and we can be a triple A family too! Haha!"

"I don't feel exact with it. The triple A thing is kind of cliché too."

Ouch.

"Okay, it's not that important anyways. What else?"

Then she asked me something I hoped she wouldn't, "What was your grandfather's name? I know you two were close."

Of course, I tried to evade the question.

"O-Oh? It's been years since he died so we shouldn't name our son after him because of pity!"

Annie didn't give a damn. Her expression became cold, too cold for me to withstand.

I cracked.

"It was George, alright?..."

"What's the variant of that?"

"Hold on, let me check."

I retrieved the computer I always had next to my bed, then sat next to my newfound family. My fingers typed the question into the keypad. The answer came up on the screen after a few clicks.

"It's Yuri. Do you like that one?"

Her brain was thinking long and hard about that question. She definitely liked it.

"It's not weird... in fact... it's cute."

We both looked down at him sleeping peacefully as her hand caressed his plump cheek. Annie tried to coo him. It didn't sound like it, but her attempt at least sounded caring. "Hello, Yuri."

The baby gave us a small hic sound in return.

"Could that be a sign of approval?"

Annie smiled again, even giggling this time. "I think he likes it."

And so, it's official.

Yuri Plisetsky.

My baby boy. My first child, and who knows, maybe my only child. Who knew all my wrongdoings and traumas would follow to a girlfriend I would do anything for and a baby I'd protect with my life's cost. I don't think I've been this happy... ever, really. I can finally shove all my dark griefs over to make room for another light. Where this next chapter of my life will take me? I don't know. I'm sure for one thing though. It will lead to something greater.

I gave the love of my life a warm, long kiss on the lips, followed by words I truly mean.

"I love you, Annie. I can't wait to raise this baby by your side."

/A/N/

I can't write well and I'm so sorry for that. My LA skills are horrible, but there needs to be an AU like this! This is my first actual story, and I apologize if it sucks. PLZ share it I'm desperate to be better.