A man had been tailing the three for the past twenty minutes.
Ymir, who was usually the more cautious of the two, didn't notice as she held Krista, watching her daughter giggle and squeal over the animals at the zoo.
Historia on the other hand had noticed.
"Babe," Historia stopped and Ymir turned, looking at her with mirthful eyes, "I have to go to the bathroom, alright?"
"Oh? But we went just ten minutes—"
"…Bladders don't care."
"Oh, alright then. We'll be by the giraffe," Ymir pointed down the walkway a little. Historia nodded and waved the two of them away before turning around to see the man simply watching.
"I don't know who you are, but I don't like my family being watched." Historia easily crossed the distance, staring up at him. He seemed shocked for a moment but then looked aloof once more.
"I noticed you're close with that woman."
"Yes, she's my wife, and the little girl is my daughter, and we're trying to enjoy our weekend." Historia crossed her arms. It wouldn't be the first time this had happened.
"Who's the man of the relationship?" The man asked.
"Neither of us."
"No, the one who got you knocked up."
"Excuse me?"
"You had to have a man to do that, right?"
"No, we actually didn't. Ymir is the father."
"That kid looks nothing like your 'wife'. All I'm trying to prove is that either way you have to—"
"I have the right to ignore you and if you keep following us I will notify security."
"Ma'am, you're just plain stupid."
Historia merely stared at him. She put her hand out towards him and he stared at it, curious, and then she yelped.
All of Ymir's senses tingled as her head snapped to the side, hearing her wife's cry. Even baby Krista stopped laughing. Ymir found Historia in the crowd in seconds—a man right by her, her hand out as if hurt, and him looking guilty.
"Historia!" Ymir stomped over as Historia went to Ymir, looking stoic.
"Hold my baby!" Ymir gave Krista over to Historia.
"I got your baby," Historia nodded as Krista squealed, shaking her rattle violently at the man as he got beat.