Petra!"

Petra hears Hanji's wails through her mobile and quickly removes it from her ear; it's too early for this shit. "What is it this time, Hanji?" She asks in a sleepy voice.

When all she hears are non-stop sobbing and sniffles, Petra starts to get worried because she's never heard her friend like this before, not even after breaking her leg during their summer camp years ago. "Where are you right now? I'm coming over."

"… At home."

"By home, do you mean Erwin's or your's?"

"… Mine."

Is it even habitable?

The petite girl tells her to stay there and hangs up. Rustling sheets tells her that Levi has woken up and she wonders how she can wriggle out of his grip now without him protesting.

His hold on her tighten around her petite waist and feels a puff of hot breath against her neck.

"What does Shitty Glasses want now?" The sleepy man mumbles into her nape, dry lips caressing her cold skin.

"I have no idea but she kept crying and all. I'm going to check on her. Who knows what she's blown up this time." She says with a weary voice and lifts his heavy arms off her.

Better escape while he still feels like the dead.

When Petra opens the door to Hanji's apartment, she expects to see a disaster, not floor tiles and shiny windows.

"Hanji?"

Crossing the living room with calculated steps as if she was on a landmine, Petra strains her ears for any sound of the living but so far only hears the heavy traffic outside honking their way downtown. She locates the familiar door she used to push open during high school and does it again.

She has seen Hanji with cuts all over her hands due to mishandling of tools. She has seen Hanji bleeding heavily from a deep gash on her side after accidentally stepping into the path of a flying knife during some cooking class she attended years ago, nothing but a faint scar left. She has seen Hanji taking a blow for her during a bar fight two years ago.

And not once, has she seen Hanji cry. At least not until now.

Hastening her steps to her obviously-distressed friend, Petra sits on the edge of the bed and slowly pries Hanji from the ball she confined herself into.

"Hanji, what's wrong? Did Erwin ban you from another experiment again?"

She shakes her head.

"Then Moblit handed in his resignation letter?"

Another shake.

"Your experi- pet died?"

Petra sighs at the third shake. "Come on, tell me what's wrong. I can't help you if you don't tell me anything."

She sees the sniffing woman's jaw moving but everything is muffled by the thick overall donning her frame. Leaning closer to get a better hearing, she catches a mumble of missed my period, vomiting, plus sign.

Oh.

"Have you gone to the doctor to confirm?" She asks gently, still not sure as to why her friend's response to this news is so … sadly.

"Yes." Lifting her head to wipe the remnants of her tears away with the sleeve of her top, Hanji's eyes were red and super puffy as if someone inflated her eyelids to the max. "The doc said I'm about 6 weeks along."

"And?"

"And… I don't know how to tell Erwin?"

Petra has known Hanji since nursery and not once has she seen Hanji hold back her words thus she finds herself at a very loss of words at the moment. Forcing the clogs in her brain to turn again, she blurts out the most intelligent words she can think of, "What?"

And Hanji starts crying again, causing Petra to panic once more and begins to rub her back like a mother would all the while thinking how should one approach a situation like this.

"Do you think he suspects anything now?"

"I don't think so. He only told me to see the doctor when I puked 3 mornings straight."

Hanji reaches back to grab a pillow blindly. Curling over the confined bag of cotton, she buries her face in it and takes a deep breath, then realising she grabbed the one Erwin used to sleep on whenever he slept over. Filling her lungs with the smell of her boyfriend, she feels both secured yet insecured; she's not sure how Erwin would take the unexpected news.

"I can't teach or tell you the correct way to tell him about this but just do what you think is right."

"But what if our child's eyebrows takes after Erwin's?!"

Petra can't decide whether if that is a joke or an actual serious problem.

Jumping off the couch is Hanji's first reaction when she hears the door click.

"E-Erwin! Why are you here?" She asks shakily, frayed nerves taking over her state of mind.

He settles his bag by the dining table and removes his outerwear as he walks to where his girlfriend is standing. "That's what I'm going to ask. Weren't we suppose to meet up at Legion's for dinner?"

Hanji's eyes swerves to the right, zooming her sight onto the clock hanging on her forest green wall. It says ten past nine.

"Oh fuck." She whispered. "I'm so sorry, Erwin! I was thinking of some stuff and I just-"

Her words die out when he silence her with a simple finger.

"It's alright. I wasn't feeling all that hungry anyway." Up close, Erwin notices her swollen and bloodshot eyes.

"Have you been crying?"

Not expecting such a question, Hanji unknowingly backs away from Erwin; she does not want to admit it but she can't hide anything from him.

Damn his perception.

Hugging the couch pillow even tighter than before, she lowers her heavy head and mutters a soft yes.

Taking a huge step to close the unnecessary gap, Erwin removes the annoying pillow and guides her hands to hug him instead; surely he's better than somepillow. Burrowing his face into her messy clump of hair, he takes a deep breath and tries to guess how many days has she not washed it.

Three, I guess. But that's not important.

"Why were you crying?"

Time pass with only the ticking of the clock heard by the only two occupants, but Erwin does not rush her. He never rushes her.

"I'm pregnant."

For once, Erwin almost says something stupid but the trembling of her fists at his back stops him before he gives himself a legitimate reason to slap himself. Choosing his words carefully over now - he believes in second chances -, he runs his fingers through her hair when he feels his chest getting wet and hums thoughtfully.

"Since when did you find out?"

"… Yesterday night."

"Was that why you didn't sleep over?"

A nod confirms his questions. Rubbing her back up and down with his other hand, Erwin sighs.

"Were you scared?"

"Very."

"Even now?"

Hanji doesn't reply immediately but he doesn't push her for one.

"A little."

Erwin picks her up bridal-style and brings her to her bedroom; she definitely needs rest after crying and with her being pregnant, he's not going to risk anything. It isn't a long walk but for Erwin, a thousand scenarios has taken place in his mind.

Climbing into her bed and covering both of their tired bodies under the comforter, Erwin continues to hold and stroke Hanji to calm her down.

She's tired from crying and Erwin's comforting presence is just the thing to lull her to sleep. But before she could completely knock out, she hears him asking her to marry him.

"Huh?"

Erwin lifts her head up and looks her in the eye seriously like the man he always is. "Marry me."

She blinks and starts to process the words in her brain.

Erwin starts to panic that she will overthink and proceeds to explain. "I'm asking you not because you're pregnant with my child. Well it is a reason but I've been wanting to pop the question for a while now actually and this gave me the courage."

Hanji starts to cry again, not out of fear but joy this time and smash a lop-sided kiss onto his lips. "Yes, yes."

Before a third yes makes its way out of her lips, Erwin kisses her back with his entire heart, cradling the only woman he's ever wanted in his life.

Hanji breaks the kiss too soon for his liking. "I really hope our kid has my eyebrows instead of yours."

"Yup, you're definitely alright now."