-Eren-

Levi called me up a few days later to tell me that Petra was in the hospital and he was going to come pick me up. I was dreading it to be honest. Child birth wasn't exactly something I wanted to witness. When I told Levi he threatened to castrate me if I didn't come with him. When I complained about it to Mikasa she just rolled her eyes and told me to get ready.

"Childbirth is a magical thing," she said putting on her shoes to leave for work, "It would be good for you to see it."

"I barely know this woman," I groaned. She left the house quickly before I could complain anymore.

We were all pretending nothing had ever happened. Armin stayed until yesterday before he went home and we acted like everything was normal and okay. I still crushed up Mikasa's pills into her orange juice so she actually took them, Mikasa still babied me, and we even had band practice.

I still felt sick though. I still slept in Mikasa's room with her because I didn't want to be alone. I couldn't talk to Levi because I didn't want to bother him, so I stayed inside and tried to forget that I even had a life outside here.

I was tempted to pretend I wasn't here when Levi knocked at the door.

"If you don't answer the damn door brat I'm going to rip your balls off."

I cupped myself in response and grimaced, waddling forward to answer the door.

"Wipe that pout off your face and let's go."

Needless to say I kept my hands over my ears and my eyes tightly closed during the birth. Petra was tough, but even going through labor she couldn't help but scream. I did my best to ignore everything, and refused to look at the baby when it was still covered in afterbirth. Levi fared better than I did. The one time I glanced at him to see how he was doing his signature scowl had deepened. He didn't enjoy it any more than I did. Petra passed out when everything was all said and done, and her husband (whose name I couldn't remember for the life of me) was rather green. He ended up passing out on the couch.

"Sorry Petra asked you come to this," Levi apologized, grimacing at the drool that leaked from the corner of the girl's mouth, "She's been doing some weird things since she got pregnant."

I managed a shrug, "It's okay, it wasn't that bad." That was a total lie and from the way Levi's mouth twitched in a sort of smirk I knew he knew it too.

The nurse came in then and cast a curious look at the man passed out on the sofa, "He's the father right? I expected him to be awake by the time I came back." She smiled at Levi and stepped closer to him handing him a clipboard and a pen, "I'm going to need you to sign some paperwork to pass off all parental rights to Mr. Bossard."

Levi didn't even bat a lash while signing the paperwork, and I couldn't tell what exactly he was feeling. I pushed my hands between my legs and slumped a bit, "Are you really okay with giving off the kid to him like that?"

He cast a bored look at me, "It's not my child, sure yeah it came from my seed but it was never going to be mine. I'm okay with that. I'm not exactly good with children."

"And you're still going to baby sit it?"

"I want to be a part of its life in some way. I need to make sure Aurou doesn't kill it with his negligence."

The nurse came back when Petra and her husband were awake so they could sign some more paperwork for the baby.

"Okay!" the nurse smiled, "I'll bring baby…" she paused to look at the paperwork, "Levi Auruo Bossard to you guys right now! You should be able to go home tomorrow, okay sweetheart?"

Petra nodded and smiled sleepily.

Petra got to hold the baby first, then Auruo, then Levi, and when it came to me no matter how many times I protested because I wouldn't put it past me to drop the thing Levi made me sit down in a chair and take it. He kept his eyes trained on me while I held it, repositioning my arm so his head was more supported or fixing the way I had my hands around him.

Yeah, not exactly good with children my ass.

Baby Levi opened his eyes then and started crying, and I hurriedly handed him to Levi so he could give him to Petra so she could feed him.

The ride home was silent for the most part, until we got back to my apartment, "I'm sorry this was thrown on you, especially after the night you had the other day."

I shook my head, "No, it's okay. It was a good distraction."

"You going to be okay?" He actually looked worried, something I didn't think he'd be able to do.

I nodded, flashing him a quick smile before I was out of the car and heading up the stairs.

The week passed by slowly as ever, and while we couldn't actually get over that those bastards were out of jail we had to push it to the back of our minds. Mikasa had work, we had a gig coming up, and Jean and Marco kept bugging us to get out of the house. Armin said it would do us good so we did.

Levi had texted me about once a day since I last saw him, to check up on me and make sure I was doing okay. I didn't dare tell him that I ended up getting drunk again. I had already made a fool out of myself and I was not about to do it again. So instead of breaking down and telling him everything that was going through my mind like I wanted to, I kept telling him I was doing fine. It wasn't until Friday, the day Mikasa and I were meeting up with Marco and Jean at the bar, that he called me out on it.

From Levi – Stop bullshitting me brat, you're not fine. I can tell. Now stop the pretense and tell me what's going through your mind.

To Levi – It's honestly nothing, you don't need to worry about me.

From Levi – Who says I'm worrying?

I left my phone on my dresser then, shaking my head feeling a little hurt as I walked to my closet to find a pair of jeans. I had finally gotten some black skinny's on when my phone went off again.

From Levi – I sounded like an asshole then, I'm sorry. I'm worried. I don't want you getting as fucked as you were the other night.

I bit my lip and tried to suppress the wave of guilt that threatened to take me down. I didn't want to tell him I've gotten drunk again, and I most definitely didn't want to tell him that I was going out drinking tonight. It was at his bar, but I knew enough about his schedule not to be worried about him seeing me at the club. He wouldn't be working tonight.

To Levi – I'm fine I promise. I'm working through it.

From Levi – If you don't want to talk about it just tell me instead of lying. I don't want to hear I'm fine from you again brat.

To Levi – Fine, I just don't want to talk about it.

He didn't message me back after that and I pushed my phone into my back pocket.

Mikasa came in and scowled, "Put a shirt on Eren, we need to go."

I rolled my eyes and dug through my drawers before pulling on a white tank top. I put on my red jacket and pulled on my beanie before I met Mikasa out in the living room. She was wearing a pair of white booty shorts that made her legs look longer and a band shirt she had pulled tight at the bottom with a hair band. Armin was there too in slim blue jeans and a black long sleeved shirt.

"Finally Eren," he said smiling, "You take longer than Mikasa does to get ready."

I rolled my eyes, "I couldn't find my beanie." I didn't feel the need to tell them I was talking to Levi for most of the time. Neither of them knew what to think about him and until I was sure they were okay with me talking to him I wasn't about to tell them anything. Well, I could tell Armin, but I rarely got time alone with him and if I said anything while Mikasa was around it would put her in a shitty mood. She didn't trust Levi at all.

Jean and Marco met us there, and had already ordered drinks by the time we got to the booth.

Jean smiled lazily at me, "You look casual today, not picking up any hot dates?"

Marco judged his side and I just rolled my eyes, "I didn't feel like bothering to put effort into my appearance."

"What if Levi were to see you?" Jean taunted.

"Then he sees me, I don't live to please him," I told him.

Marco butted in then before his boyfriend could say anything else, "Have you met up with Levi since your one night stand?"

Mikasa glared into her drink, "He was at our house the other day."

I scratched the back of my neck and looked out into the crowd, anywhere but their faces. From the corner of my eye I could see Jean's mouth hanging open in shock and Marco hurriedly giving him a pop on the chin to tell him to close his mouth.

"You'll catch flies," I heard him mutter.

"So, did you bottom for him?" Jean asked.

I groaned and banged my head against the table, "No I didn't. We didn't even have sex." Why does everyone assume that?

"Wait, you didn't?"

"No, he came by to drop off my phone because I left it at his place and he stayed over because I was drunk as shit." I winced at my choice of words and prepared for the onslaught of questions.

"Why were you drunk?"

"Wait you were at his house?"

"Did you bottom for him then?"

"How the hell do you forget your phone," that comment was from Jean, who couldn't be found without his phone at all times.

I rolled my eyes and tried to ignore Mikasa's glare drilling in the back of my head, "Yes, I went to his house. Yes, we had sex but I didn't bottom. I forgot my phone because my soul is not merged with it like you, Jean."

He waved off my comment, "So are you two a thing now?"

I shook my head, "No."

"Do you like him?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"Because I'm tired of being the only one with a boyfriend here!" he threw his hands up exasperated.

Marco grinned, "There's a carnival coming up in a couple of days, you should take him to it."

"You seem to forget I'm broke as fuck."

"It's free to get in, just the punch card for the games costs money."

"I'm not taking him out on a date."

"Come on," Jean cried, "It's obvious you like him!"

I felt my face grow red and flipped him off, "I don't like him."

"Then why are you blushing. Come on, Eren, just ask him out already. What's holding you back?"

"I don't like him, that's what."

"What's that?" Jean sniffed the air, "I smell bullshit."

"Damn it Jean."

"Alright," he leaned in from over the table, "If you don't like him then how come you went to his house? If you don't like him then why did you let him stay when you were drunk? Eren, you're redder then Marco was the first time we had sex," his boyfriend smacked him for that and put his head in his hands, "And don't think we haven't noticed you scanning the crowds for him the last few times we played gigs. Admit it, you like him."

"I don't think," I stopped then and bit my lip. If I didn't like him like that then why was I so excited when he gave me his number? Why was I so excited to see him when he told me to come over?

"You may just have baby feelings at the moment," Jean continued, "but trust me, just ask him out on a date. You might realize you like him a lot more then you say."

"I don't think he's the dating type."

"Who the hell cares? Just ask him out already."

I groaned low in my throat and pulled my phone out only to be welcomed with a text from Levi.

From Levi – As soon as you're done hanging out with your friends get your ass over here. I need help with the baby.