Hey Squad!

I'm happy to say that after a bit of review and finding where this chapter could be enhanced a little, it's not so short after all and is actually the same length of standard chapter - now that the edits are all said and done at least. Good thing too, because now that it's extended and written out a bit more fully, I couldn't imagine it any other way! Hurray for my being insecure about a short chapter haha.

Yall enjoy the read! (A full length chapter read, I might reiterate!)(P.S - was anyone even worried about this besides me? No one? Okay. Thought so haha.)

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There was a knock at her door and Petra looked up from the mirror in her room and called out, "Uh, just a sec!"

She turned her head to one side and carefully placed the back of her earring on and took a breath of preparation. She took a few steps back so she could see a full body reflection of herself, and she turned this way and that, admittedly nervous as she appraised her appearance.

A nervousness continued to build in her stomach as she looked herself over in hopes that she would be able to stand beside Humanity's Strongest as his wife – look like she actually belonged there instead of a cowardly plus one. As much as she wished they wouldn't, she knew that with all the rumors going around, Officers and other attendants would be giving them a lot of unwanted attention, so at the very least, she wanted to look her best and come across as somewhat confident. Still though, she hardly ever dressed up, if ever, around her team, especially not Levi, and this wasn't just any event or any old dress. When she had described the type of event they were going to, the kind shop keeper had gone all out to ensure that she found the perfect dress for such an occasion, and Petra couldn't help but feel the woman had more than delivered.

She turned in the mirror again, focusing on her dress with a critical eye.

The dress really was stunning; she hoped Levi thought so too.

It was burgundy in color, a deep sort of maroon shade. While Petra had been nervous about the color at first considering she had never felt all that confident wearing reds, she found that the darkness of the shade made it a little more subtle and she was pleasantly surprised at just how well the deep and rich color complimented her complexion.

As for the dress itself, it was strapless with a fitted top that highlighted her feminine curves, the faintest amount of cleavage peeking out from the top of the bodice. While she wasn't used to wearing, well, anything that showed off her body, it was just subtle enough that she still felt comfortable and didn't feel the need to grab a shawl or some other form of a cover up.

While the dress was considerably form fitting, the fabric loosened and began to splay out around her just below her knees; a sort of mermaid style dress as the shop keeper had explained, that made the dress a little more elegant than a traditional cocktail style dress. Thankfully, there was a convenient slit at the very front that went just past her knees, making it so it was still fairly easy to walk around in, even with all the extra fabric that pooled at her feet.

While Petra had loved the dress from the moment she had put it on and thought it was absolutely perfect, the shop keeper had been insistent that it wasn't enough to have a nice dress – no, she needed accessories that would complement the dress to really pull it off. First was a wide, white laced choker that the shop keeper had refused to charge them for in the end, stating that it really was the perfect complement to her dress and so they could consider it a wedding present; she had missed the big day, after all. The choker was elegant and held a single pearl in the middle, resting on her neck in such a way that it seemed to lengthen her neck. To match, she had a pair of dangly pearl earrings that gave a sort of soft glow when they caught the light just right.

Next, she adorned a pair of elbow length white gloves that gave the dress a further sense of heightened elegance, and finally, the shop keeper had selected a specific pair of strappy white heels that crisscrossed over her foot in a way that looked extremely complicated and artistic. Each time she walked, the fabric of her dress would sway to one side and show off her footwear, so the shoes apparently had to be perfect as a statement piece.

To fully complete the look, Petra had taken the time to do her makeup, eyes lined and lips a dark red. Her hair was twisted up into a tight, spiral sort of bun, and her swept bangs were pinned to one side to compliment the clean up-do.

She gave an exhale as she reviewed her reflection one last time.

She was as ready as she would ever be, and she knew that the knock on the door was undoubtedly Levi. Petra chewed at the inside of her lip nervously, pulling her arms behind her back one more time and praying she could just maybe get the right angle – she searched for that small bit of metal desperately, but never felt it tap against her fingertips.

There was another knock that broke her focus, "Petra, everything okay in there?"

"Everything's fine Captain." Her voice was audibly strained as she continued to reach around her back, and as she turned this way and that, her dress slipped down from off the front of her body, cold air hitting her suddenly bare skin as a result. She gave a yelp and caught the fabric before it completely fell to the ground, muttering a curse under her breath.

"...You sure?"

"It's fine!" she repeated stubbornly, arching her back and all but turning around in a full circle as she tried to get the right angle one last time.

It was fine…except for the fact that she couldn't find the damned zipper for the life of her. She could see it if she craned her neck and used the mirror, but each time she tried to grab it from behind her, she couldn't angle her arm just right and -

"Well when you're done stating that everything's fine, can you come out here?" Levi's voice came from outside her room, irritation already present in his tone, "We need to get going."

She gave an exhale and glared toward the door in annoyance, knowing that he would just get more and more impatient the longer she kept him waiting. She groaned loudly, holding the dress tight to her chest as she stormed toward the door, using one arm to hold the fabric up in place and the other to grab the door handle. She pulled the door open only a few inches, leaning into the open crack and watching as Levi also leaned toward the open section of the door. There was a clearly perturbed expression on his face after realizing that Petra wasn't opening the door properly for him, but simultaneously had no intention of exiting her room either.

"Aren't you ready yet?" he asked in obvious irritation, and Petra sighed as she took a small step back, still not giving Levi enough room to actually enter her room or even get a good view to see what the apparent trouble was.

Petra could feel that she was already blushing, and she took a breath as she watched him with narrowed eyes. She spoke in a tense, quiet whisper, because her room was only just down the hall from the guys and she didn't want them overhearing her. "No, no I'm ready I just…can you zip me up?"

Levi merely blinked, "…What?"

"My dress." she repeated tensely, continuing to whisper in frustration and stealing a glance toward her squad mate's door in concern, "I can't reach the zipper, it's like in the middle of my back and when I reach around I just - look, can you just come in and zip it up for me?"

Levi contemplated her question in admitted surprise, some initial part of him wanting to say no because it felt a little too personal and something that a Captain had no business doing, but after realizing that the alternative was just her disappearing back into her room for who knows how long as she attempted to zip it herself, he eventually sighed, "…Fine."

She stepped back further into her room with an embarrassed, albeit curt, thank you, allowing Levi to follow in behind her. He hadn't really been able to see Petra or her dress considering the mere two inches of the cracked door she had peered through earlier, and by the time he had entered the room and closed the door behind himself in attempts to be discreet, Petra was already turned away from him so he could zip up her dress.

As he turned around toward her, his mouth parted in surprise at the expanse of her bare back presented to him and he mentally groaned, noting against his will that this undoubtedly answered the question of if she was wearing a bra or not.

He chose to ignore his thoughts, putting a dead halt to that line of thinking, and scanned the garment for wherever it was that the zipper started, noting that it was placed around the small of her back. He carefully grabbed one side of the fabric up against her skin where he imagined it was meant to rest, holding it in place while he used his other free hand to pull the zipper upward, being extremely careful to not touch her skin in the process because something about touching her bare skin felt forbidden to him, and as it stood now, things had already been rather questionable between them as of late.

A light metallic zip sounded across the room and Petra gave a sigh of relief, feeling the dress pressed securely against her skin and she finally felt comfortable enough to release her arms down by her sides, without the fear of flashing her Captain. She turned around slowly, looking toward him shyly so she could show off her dress. She shrugged sheepishly as she spoke, "Well Captain, how do I-"

She stopped talking midsentence as she turned and actually caught a glimpse of him, blinking in surprise as her thoughts redirected at once, "Oh wow Captain, you look great! I don't think I've ever actually seen you dressed up for these events before; you look really sharp."

And he certainly did.

He wore a black tailored suit with a red hankie peeking out from the breast pocket of his jacket. Beneath his suit jacket, a matching red dress shirt could be seen; the contrast between the red shirt and the black suit extremely eye catching. Petra hadn't thought it was possible, but Levi appeared even more dignified and untouchable when compared to the normal uniform she always saw him in, which really was saying something considering he always looked professional.

It was due to Petra's excitement as she looked over the fitted angles of his jacket, brushing her thumb against one of his shoulders and commenting about how dense the fabric was, giggling because of course he was wearing a cravat instead of a tie, that she missed his actual response to seeing her.

She missed when his eyes trailed down her form, noting the way the dress hugged her feminine figure, his gaze lingering in some spots a little too long to just be casual observation, before trailing back up and doing the same once again, his lips parted slightly from pure awe at his stunning subordinate because as many years as he had known her, from being a spritely cadet to the woman she was now – she had never looked so...

He fumbled to mentally categorize what he saw, because he hadn't expected her to look like this.

He had expected her to look nice of course - he wouldn't deny that she was a beautiful woman so he had been looking forward to seeing what all her talk yesterday had amounted to - but he had been expecting a sort of ballgown that was full of layers of fabric and petticoats and needless ribbons and hassle. He wasn't expecting something so…fuck, he didn't even know the words for what he saw. At the very least, he could honestly admit that he hadn't been expecting something like that. The dress was elegant to be sure, but it was still… appealing. Very appealing.

No, he mentally corrected himself as his eyes trailed down her form languidly, down the planes of her neck, the raise of her chest and the swell of her hips - it wasn't the dress at all, it was the person inside the dress that caused his eyes to wander.

It was Petra herself.

It was after she had finished her assessment of his attire that Petra finally noticed Levi's intense stare. It didn't escape her notice that his gaze was currently south of her eyes and she bit her bottom lip nervously at the implications that came with his wandering gaze, clearing her throat and trying to ignore the butterflies that were building in her stomach from his heavy stare that lingered across her body, "So…what do you think?" she decided to play it off and pretend she hadn't noticed, giving a small turn with her arms outstretched, her heels tapping against the floor with a sort of clang as she walked – a very different noise than what their boots traditionally made.

"You look…good." Levi mumbled lowly as he looked up at her, and Petra found she couldn't meet his gaze directly, feeling her face heat up from the weight of his stare. Even with how difficult he was for her to read; it was obvious that he more than approved her current appearance; even now he couldn't stop staring at her as his eyes bored into hers with a sort of wonder and unspoken something between them. There was a palpable tension in the room, a building sort of something that was pushing just a casual conversation between a Captain and his subordinate. This was turning into…something else, and Petra knew it was time to lighten the conversation matter.

"Damn it all - Good, you say? If you recall, we were going for speechless here." She gave a small forced laugh, trying to diffuse the suddenly tense atmosphere before they moved down a direction neither of them wanted to go. She took a step toward him and let out an exhale, forcefully calming her nerves and reminding herself that the tension in the room – the sparks and excitement - it was just because they were dressed up, their emotions were flustered from being forced into an awkward situation like this – that was obviously all it was.

Nothing but circumstance.

She shook her head as she looked at him again, now legitimately amused by their choice of formal attire, finding it ironic at best, "I didn't know you were going with red. How funny; we almost match."

As she neared him, Levi got a suddenly worried expression across his face, then looked down to the ground and up toward her just as quickly, a shadow of irritation suddenly present in his gaze as his mouth fell open in accusation, "You're wearing heels?"

Petra also looked down to her feet, setting one foot out in front of her to show off the eccentric shoes that the shop keeper had so painstakingly selected for her, "Well, yeah. With a dress like this, it kind of demands it or the dress would drag against the ground and get ruined. Why? Is that a problem?"

Levi shook his head and stared at her in obvious offense, "It's not a problem, I'm just used to you being shorter than me. It's annoying."

"Wait. It's annoying that I'm taller than you?" Petra had to bite back a laugh, a smirk pulling at her lips at his explanation, although the laughter she tried to contain only came spilling out in the next breath, "Honestly Captain, one would think that you would be used to that by now!"

Levi's expression darkened and he rolled his eyes, "Look, we're going to be late. Can we go now, or are you still not finished pointing out that I'm short?"

Petra scoffed at his behavior, laughing lightly and only amused by his childish anger rather than intimidated or off put, "Damn, learn to take a joke Captain. Look, if it makes you feel better, in a few hours I'll take these heels off and I'll be shorter than you again, like I've always been. I can even throw them away if they bother you that much, I doubt I'll ever need them again."

At her offer, Levi looked down at her shoes, noting how they crossed delicately across her feet, the length it added to her legs and the way it lifted her form and tightened her calves and her - He cleared his throat and blinked the resulting thoughts away, moving toward the door and mumbling lightly, "…That won't be necessary."

Petra exhaled at his retreat and held her hands up in defeat, following after him toward the door with a light smirk and mumbling, "Whatever you say, Captain."

The moment they walked out into the hall, Petra had paused to close the door behind her, and a whistle grabbed her attention.

"Well I'll be…" Eld's voice rang out across the hall, and Petra groaned. Before she could even turn around and shoot him a warning glance or tell him to keep his mouth shut, Eld was already shouting into the dorm room behind him, "Guys, come out here and take a look at Petra and the Captain! My, oh my, don't the Ackermans just look charming today?"

Petra shot up and turned around in alarm, already shaking her head no as Eld grinned at her smugly, and Gunther's voice was heard from inside the room along with some slight shuffling, "Oh, are they headed out to the banquet?"

"I'll bet they look-" came Oluo's smug voice next, obviously on the verge of saying some sort of insult, but as they both came out into the hall, Oluo's mouth fell open, "Holy shit, Petra."

"Wow." Was all Gunther said, and Petra self-consciously chewed her bottom lip as her team watched her with wide eyes, save for Eld who was merely smirking, and she moved a piece of hair that wasn't there, out of her face nervously as her squad stared at her outright. She would have thought they would have looked between both her and the Captain, but it seemed they hardly spared him a passing glance, even though he was just as dressed up. As it stood now, all eyes were on her, and she wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing.

As the silence extended, Petra felt the need to say something and she looked into the ground sheepishly, "Captain got everything. I just…don't want to look silly, you know? Everyone there will be a higher rank than me, and all things considered I don't think I'll have too many friends tonight so…I was thinking that if I dressed up like this, I'd have a better shot of blending in with everyone."

Gunther gave a slow nod of his head as he watched her incredulously, "You think you're going to blend in, looking like that?"

Petra looked up from the ground with wide eyes, and she heard Levi groan from beside her, "Like…that? Wait, what, do I look bad or something?"

Eld gave a sort of snort and Petra watched her squad impatiently, because she wasn't sure what they were implying. She had thought that she looked rather nice, but she couldn't pretend she was a seasoned debutante or that she had an outstanding sense of fashion. Perhaps she had missed something? Maybe she didn't look half as put together as she had thought, and her squad was politely trying to save her from the embarrassment. If that was the case then - "What – what's so funny? Guys, if I look silly you have to say something! By the time we get there it will be too late!"

Before someone else could respond that that wasn't the problem – she looked amazing and would surely catch the eye of every person in attendance looking the way she did - Eld quirked an eyebrow and nodded toward the Captain simply, a smirk on his lips when Levi's eyes narrowed in warning, "Well I mean, who cares what we think – what did Levi say when he saw you?"

At his question, both Levi and Petra fell suspiciously quiet, and Eld grinned smugly as Levi's gaze only narrowed all the more because Eld was a cunning man, and while Petra would be none the wiser, he didn't need Eld manipulating the situation and making it any more uncomfortable than it already was.

It wasn't his fucking choice to take her along, Erwin had ordered him to, and what was more – he himself hadn't known she would be dressing like this either. It had all been out of his hands, so that arrogant smug fucker could at least try to be a little more subtle with his teasing before Petra found out and freaked out at his implications.

Before the silence could draw out further, Oluo spoke up, "I don't know Petra, maybe you should-"

He took a few steps toward her and Petra blinked as Oluo observed her in obvious concern, "Should what?"

He tried to find his words as he looked her over, a blush coming to his face as her wide green eyes locked onto his and made his thoughts muddy, "Maybe, I don't know…"

"What? Do you think I look bad or something?"

"No, it's just…don't you feel," he looked down at the way the dress hugged her figure, and swallowed thickly as he tried to not stare at the expanse of her chest that peeked out from the dress' bodice, "I don't know, maybe you should grab…a jacket or something?"

"A jacket?"

Eld groaned, already seeing where this was going and irritated that Oluo could be such an ass, "No."

Petra looked between the two men in confusion, "Why a jacket?"

"She might get cold." Oluo reasoned simply with a wave of his hand, and Eld scoffed.

"She won't get cold." Eld retorted bitterly, giving Oluo a knowing stare and shaking his head in irritation because of all the times to suddenly get protective of Petra, it seemed safe to say that he had missed his chance, so at a time like this, his concern was just silly.

"I do get cold pretty easily..." Petra whispered to herself, and Oluo smiled triumphantly.

"See? She needs a jacket."

"It's not a bad idea actually." Petra mumbled out loud and Eld shook his head, about to respond but losing his chance.

Before he could speak further, Levi had grabbed her arm and exhaled tensely – also well aware of the nature of Oluo's suggestion and irritated that Petra could be so dense. Between Oluo and Eld, he was getting a damned migraine. "Enough Petra, I already told you that we're going to be late. You look fine. Let's go."

He attempted to pull her beside him so they could start walking toward the lobby, but she merely pulled back and looked toward her room in indecision, "But Captain, what if I get cold?"

He rolled his eyes and shot Oluo a glare, blaming him for their current setback. He exhaled through his nose and watched Oluo pointedly with a raised brow, "Then you can wear my jacket."

Petra paused at his words and looked toward him directly, a blush rising to her face at the notion of wearing the Captain's jacket for the night. Levi looked around the room firmly and glared at his squad in irritation, "Will that work for everyone or should I grab a fucking blanket as well? Maybe a tent, in case the building collapses?"

Eld merely laughed when Petra shook her head silently, still blushing, and he turned his attention back to Levi, who appeared less than impressed with his squad as a whole. He shrugged passively, "Well Petra, I guess you'll have to stick real close to Levi all night, huh? Wouldn't want you to get cold after all." he paused and gave a chuckle, nodding toward Levi knowingly, "Not that you can complain about that, right Captain? A pretty girl like Petra spending the night with you – are you looking forward to that?"

Levi quirked an eyebrow at the unnecessary innuendos and pressed his lips together flatly, "Fuck off, Eld."

Eld merely chuckled again as the pair disappeared down the hall, and from behind him, he heard Gunther mumble toward Oluo, "Seriously man, a jacket?"

"Shut up."

"Dude, she's fucking married now, get over it."

"This has nothing to do with that," Oluo defended sharply, the direction of his voice changing as he looked to where Petra and Levi had retreated, "I'm just saying, what if she grabs someone else's attention there? With her looking like that I mean, you've all heard the rumors, and even if we know better, other people may think that they're true so…I'm concerned. Someone might try to pick her up or something."

At Oluo's comment, Eld turned over his shoulder and grinned, "Well Maria help the bastard that tries, cause something tells me Levi's not going to let her out of his sight." He nodded toward the door intentionally, "Either way though, it's out of our hands. Let's clean up from dinner and get to bed. Whatever happens, Levi's there, so she'll be fine."

Gunther gave a nod and moved back into the room, and as Oluo continued to watch down the empty hallway in concern, Eld sighed, placing a hand on his squad mate's shoulder and giving him a serious look, "Oluo. She's with her husband, our Captain, who not so coincidentally is also Humanity's Strongest. Pretty sure that if…any man, tries to pursue her now, Levi will personally ensure that that man's efforts are put to a rather miserable and painful end. I'd pity the fool who tried to win her over at this point. Remember that."

"Yeah, yeah."

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It wasn't much later that they were walking across the grounds toward the building the event was being hosted in, and finally a more casual atmosphere had fallen over them, the previous tension caused by the odd line up of events behind them at last. Petra had asked Levi what to expect at the event, and he was confirming his experiences over the last handful of years in attempts to prepare her for the evening.

"It's probably exactly what you would expect it to be. A big gathering with a lot of food, a lot of people trying to one up each other with their accomplishments, people trying to network or run damage control, people getting wasted at the bar, others spend the whole night trying to land a hook up – we do that all night, and then we leave, and do it all over again in a year. It 'builds morale' apparently."

As he spoke, Petra watched him intentionally, but not because she was engaged in the conversation, no, she was taking a moment to intentionally observe him - the way he looked, the way he talked, the smoothness of his voice, the way he walked and his proud posture – as Levi spoke he caught on to Petra's obvious staring because it was impossible not to. She wasn't even attempting to hide it in the slightest.

He finished speaking and looked toward her with a raised eyebrow, giving her a warning glance of sorts, though said nothing and looked back to the path hoping she would take the hint and keep her eyes to herself. When that still didn't work and Petra only continued watching him with her hawk like gaze, he exhaled through his nose, "If you don't watch where you're going it'll be your own damn fault when those shoes hit a rock and you break an ankle as a result. Whatever it is you're doing, stop."

Petra laughed and finally stopped watching him so closely, turning her attention back onto the dirt path and giving a contented sigh, looking up into the sky as she spoke, "I'm sorry Captain, I was just…looking at you." She admitted evenly, and Levi scoffed.

"Obviously."

Petra smiled to herself again, admittedly pleased with her findings. "I just wanted to take a moment to really look at you. I mean, I see you all the time of course, but we are all just so busy with life and what needs to get done and I don't know if I've ever like, really stopped to observe you before. For real Captain, you actually look really nice."

He looked toward her suspiciously, eyeing her sort of knowing smile narrowly, a sort of nervousness setting in his stomach as a result. It wasn't that he was actually nervous per say, but Petra outright staring at him for a straight two minutes was unnerving in its own way, especially with how she looked, and it set him on edge as he couldn't help but wonder what his subordinate was up to now. He tilted his head and shrugged, not wanting to dwell on the matter as it was easier just not knowing. "Well, this is a nice suit."

Petra shook her head reprovingly and tried again, only smiling all the more as she watched him for a response, finding his discomfort to be admittedly…cute. She beamed at him, "No, it's more than that. I meant you. You are actually… a really handsome guy, Captain."

Levi's brows pulled down at her words, admittedly perplexed even further from Petra's bold declaration. He looked toward her slowly, his expression reading something along the lines of 'Have you lost your mind?' because things had gone from casual to awkward in two seconds flat and he wasn't sure how he was supposed to respond.

She groaned and gave a light punch to his shoulder, giving a small laugh at the outright confusion displayed across his face, "Oh come on Levi, don't make it weird - I'm just trying to pay you an honest compliment. I think you're actually really attractive - for real."

This time Levi had actually coughed and looked back toward the path with still wide eyes, feeling unsure about how he should handle the strange and rather personal conversation that Petra was stubbornly insisting that she have with him. Try as she may, her attempts to convince him that it was just another run of the mill conversation, like they talked like this every day, wasn't fooling him. He put his hands into his pockets, officially uncomfortable and scoffing at her casual tone, "Don't make it weird? Of course it's weird; I'm your Commanding Officer. There's no way you have this sort of conversation with people on a regular basis."

She merely laughed at his embarrassed reaction and looked back to the path ahead. She supposed it only made sense as Levi didn't exactly have people who needed to discuss his appearance of all things, so she could only imagine how unsettling her words were to him. She shrugged simply, "Well I hate to burst your bubble Captain, but I kind of do. I've told Eld on numerous occasions that I think he's insanely handsome. I've also told Gunther that he's considerably attractive as well. It's no big deal because they know that I mean it as a friend, and what's more, it's nice to hear a compliment from time to time, you know? We really only see each other day after day and simple as it is, those things matter to people. It's nice to be told something like that from time to time." She paused for a long moment, her voice less chipper, "But…I haven't said anything of the sort to Oluo, for obvious reasons."

Levi rolled his eyes, "Well, obviously."

Petra smiled warmly at the bitterness in his tone and decided to let the conversation come to a close, "Sorry, I'm not trying to put you on the spot or anything; I just thought you should know. As much of a loner as you are, you really could stand to take a compliment from time to time. You look nice today, and you're a handsome guy. That's all I'm saying."

Petra mercifully fell silent after that, seeming to be satisfied with her attempts to make him uncomfortable because she had more than succeeded.

Levi gave an exhale, refusing to look back at her or to acknowledge her statement one way or another, even though her words continued to play through his head numerous times over. A few minutes of silence went by, a sort of comfort and familiarity returning between them as the conversation became a thing of the past, and finally, Levi shook his head in defeated amusement, because…only Petra.

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End of Chapter

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And that will do for this week's update.

So confession time, but that this past month I've actually had a rather difficult time writing up new content – work's been really busy lately, so it's been keeping my free time at a minimum meaning my writing output has decreased as a result – but this past week I was finally able to get some new developments on the page so that is so encouraging to me. I'm working on Chapter 35ish? Somewhere around there? Either way, good stuff guys! I'm still going strong and just as passionate about this story now as the day I started writing it to begin with.

For those who may need it this week, a friendly reminder to keep your eye on the ball and work to crush your goals with one intentional step at a time. Take it easy when you have to, but don't hesitate to step back up to the plate and get it done. You'll get there! As always, have a fantastic week, let me know your thoughts in the comments, and I'll see you all next Sunday! Cheers, yall!

~Midnight