After having slept with his lover, Eren finds out he is expecting Levi's child. He thinks that this will bring them closer together...he was dead wrong. Levi refuses to have a child in his life. Heartbroken, Eren decides to end the relationship and raise their child alone. Years later, Levi finds Eren...and two small boys?

Why does love have to hurt? That's the first thing that comes to mind when someone asks how I'm doing. "It's not that bad." "The bruises are all accidents." "He's just drunk again, it'll be better in the morning." These are the lies I have to tell myself, and I'm a horrible liar. I know our relationship isn't the greatest, but it'll get better. It has to stop at some point, right?