He's still sore when he tests his legs, putting careful pressure on each before rising to his feet. Not the kind of sore he'd like to be, but the kind that comes with having been a soldier. The mattress creaks behind him. Erwin swings his legs over the side of the bed and reaches for Levi. He's hesitant at first, fingertips just barely pressing into the jut of Levi's hip. The smaller man leans into the touch, the warmth of Erwin's hands. He winds his arms around his waist and leans his head against his back. He kisses the small of Levi's back, hands settling against the warm skin of his stomach.

There's a chance that they'll be parents before the year is out, that the corporal is carrying a child. What a scandal that would be. The ruthless Commander Erwin Smith knocking up humanity's strongest.

"If the world were different, I'd be hoping there was a little blond headed brat in here." The way he clasps his hands over Erwin's indicates that the world is suddenly very different. He knows better than to mention this to Levi. It is different enough already with Humanity's victory. It would've been more convenient to get settled before starting a family. If there even was a family at all. He could just be sick.

"Just one, dear?"

"Shut your whore mouth, Erwin."

He simply laughs and presses another kiss to the knob of Levi's spine," I think three is a good number."

Levi promptly growled at him in a way that should be menacing but is only amusing by now.

" Hanji will have the results soon. No names were mentioned, but she probably suspects."

"She handed me peppermint leaves at dinner last night, I think she knows." Levi settles back onto the bed, or more accurately, Erwin's lap.

"You've been ill at all hours of the day, it isn't a hard conclusion to reach," He shifts, adjusting himself so that he can pull Levi close to him. He obliges with a huff, but rests his head on Erwin's broad chest nonetheless. He tries to hide the little smile on his face when Erwin rubs a large, but gentle hand over his belly. " How are you feeling, by the way?"

"Like I'm going to puke," Levi grumbles "Mike could probably tell us right now, freak of nature might be able to smell the hormones or some shit." Erwin can feel Levi's jaw clench and kisses the top of his head in response. He knows, just knows, that Levi's eyes have gone soft. He wants this, they both do.

"Hanji will be here the minute she finds out, even if she thinks it's just a new recruit. Before the day is out, Levi. I promise."

Levi blinks at him in what could either be fatigue or annoyance and hazards a glance at the commander's hand where it rests.

"The cadets are going to shit themselves if I'm pregnant. Ackerman still doesn't know what happens when you put a di-"

The door bangs against the wall, having been flung open. Levi nearly grabs for his blades, but Erwin steadies him, slipping an arm around his shoulders and swiping his thumb over the tiny sliver of skin, visible only where his shirt has ridden up.

" Commander Smith, we really need to invest in some kind of- holy shit!" Hanji's grip on the folder in her hand tightens and a smile spreads across her face. The cat that got the cream, mixed with a little less shock than was probably appropriate.

"I don't really see the need for sacred excre-"

"It's you isn't it? Holy shit, Levi. You're pregnant?" God damn Erwin and his need to grope Levi whenever possible. If he wasn't currently, Sina, fucking petting his stomach they may have been able to bullshit their way out of this.

"I don't know yet, could just need to take a shit."

"Levi, it came back positive."

Erwin gives a little huff of air that might be laughter. It sounds more like relief. Levi nearly wheezes, gaze bouncing from his own stomach, to Erwin and the damn happy crinkles at the edges of his eyes, to Hanji standing unsure of whether to duck or not, and back.

" If you think you're going to be the godmother, think again, Four-eyes." That's true. She's going to be an aunt.

"It's gotta be Erwin's kid. He'll pick me." And shit, they really are that obvious. There's an uncomfortable twist in his gut that feels an awful lot like wanting. For what, he's not really sure.

"Maybe it's his, I don't know, details are fuzzy."

"Which is why he's got stars in his eyes and hasn't stopped rubbing your little tummy."

"Don't call it that!"