This isn't the last chapter! Sorry to disappoint you if you thought it was over now. I got such a posive reaction on my fic - I was so happy that I wrote a Bonus Chapter dedicated to everyone who wrote a review or just read my story up to this point.

Please don't expect to much from this - it's just a bonus, not a real chapter of the story and I don't want to anticipate anything of the final chapter.

So if she was his fiancee now, why did Mikasa still have to watch Levi eating breakfast with Petra? It surely wasn't a coincidental meeting, that woman definitely had planned to eat with the Lance Corporal all along. But sending menacing glances was all the girl could do, unsuccessful though, as the table of the Levi squad was too far away and the canteen too crowded. How close they were, how familiar they looked! This detestable view made Mikasa feel sick – a sickness that suddenly felt too real.

"Are you alright, Mikasa?", Armin, sitting next too her, asked worried. "You are suddenly looking pale … . Did you eat something wrong?"

Somehow the girl managed to bring out a short answer before the feeling of having to throw up let her escape from the canteen in a hurry.

"About yesterday", Petra began slowly, looking at her opposite. Levi's bad mood seemed to have gone – the Lance Corporal just showed his usual annoyed expression, which was as unreadable as always. "That girl … did I upset her? And now, I feel like she's looking at me ever since I entered the canteen."

"She's a bit … coveting and easily gets jealous", Levi explained shrugging. How was it that Mikasa's bad points only appeared as cute to him? "Ignore her", the Lance Corporal then advised

the surprised woman and stood up as he had noticed his fiancee's sudden leave.

The girl had gone back to her room in order to lay down for a bit, unable to get rid of the sickness Petra (or more likely the food) had caused. Levi found Mikasa as she was already getting up again – morning training wouldn't wait for her.

The room the girl shared with the other three female recruits was large enough for at least three times as many persons, more than half of the beds were empty. However due to the messiness, mostly clothes laying around, one got the impression every space was occupied. "Do you want to rest in my room?", Levi asked after examining the room – he was unable to imagine someone would be able to recover in this chaos.

"Levi!", Mikasa was happy to see the Lance Corporal, that he cared at least that much for her as to delay his daily duties – the girl knew that he usually was very particular about his orders. "I'm fine", she then answered more calmly. "I just felt a little sick seeing you and that woman together again."

"Petra?", he asked. "What's wrong with eating with my squad? The others were there too." Levi couldn't help but to remove the clothes from the floor – as it was unthinkable for him to step on somebody's belongings – and fold them over a chair. "And I doubt this was the reason for your sickness."

"Perhaps", Mikasa admitted. She got hold of the clothes the Lance Corporal had just folded and let them fall down again, ruining Levi's work. "Don't", she just said, giving him a scolding glance. By now the girl was well aware of his sense of cleaness and that it sometimes was just best to stop him.

His eyes dangerously twiching Levi was hardly able to ignore Mikasa's action – it took him a lot of self-control to maintain his indiffernt expression and the smoothness of his voice. "It's not about Petra, isn't it?"

"It's because - ." Mikasa stopped in the middle of her sentence. How was she supposed to verbalize what she felt? Never before had she allowed herself such a feeling, to show such a weakness. The girl knew she was strong, so strong that it was her duty to protect her family. But strength was the opposite of what she was feeling right now. "I'm scared."

Levi wordlessly looked at her, surprised, those words didn't fit to the tough impression the girl usually gave. Even the Lance Corporal who was familar with the girl's other side, the side hidden from the public wouldn't have imagined her to be scared of something. "Why?"

"It's going so fast – two months ago I hated you for how you treated Eren and now we're getting married and I'll have a child." Mikasa paused, looking at Levi and try to find a hint of understanding in his eyes – but the sharp black eyes remained cold as always.

"It's up to you", the Lance Corporal replied. "I wouldn't know which is the right choice for you – I don't know how it will turn out in the end. There is just one thing I know for sure", he added, his hand over Mikasa's belly. "We're past the point where we can just go back and pretend nothing's ever happened."

Why was he so wise? The girl didn't understand the wisdom of the other, which always seemed to be there but rarely made it to the surface of Levi's personality. But he was right – if they couldn't go back, they had to move forward, even if it meant a daunting speed. "Who'd want to go back?", Mikasa answered, not completely cured from her anxiety but as much as ease as she could.

"Is it a boy or a girl?", the Lance Corporal asked, changing the topic to a more positive one.

Was he actually looking forward to become a father? Mikasa wondered before she replied. "A boy and - ."

"You're not naming him 'Eren'", Levi interrupted her harshly, guessing what would have come next – sometimes her chain of thoughts could be considered somewhat linear with Eren as its only ending point. "Everybody is gonna think he's the father – not that the brat could ever get anyone pregnant in the first place."

The girl didn't answer, ashamed that he had guessed her thoughts. "We should go back to the others, shouldn't we?"

"Probably." Unlike the implication of his answer Levi showed no actual intention of leaving, prefering to occupy himself with kissing her. And this time, as there was no Eren in sight, Mikasa had no reason to stop him.

As for the last chapter, it might take a little while - I had someone who wanted to help me with the fighting scenes but this person seemed to have vanished in the depts of the internet (although I can totally understand that RL comes first for everyone and that a volunteer isn't commited to do anything). Well, in the end I'll probably do it myself and as I'm neither motivated nor skilled in this it might take longer than usual. I'm gonna do my best though!