A/N: No, Levi isn't the abusive ex. He'll be showing up soon with an important role all his own. Thank you all for the support!

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters related to Attack On Titan.

Breakfast At Tiffany's

Chapter 7

"Anya! Don't keep me waiting! Come inside!"

Erwin suddenly screamed from the doorway, startling the living hell out of her. Unfortunately, like always, that smile was warm and inviting… and she could smell the dishes he was making all the way from where she stood and Anya was never one to turn down a free meal. Erwin had offered to cook the both of them dinner that evening, at his place, to celebrate the start of their relationship.

Meaning instead of getting back into her car and hightailing it the fuck out of there, like she so desperately wanted to, Anya stayed... much to her own dismay.

"Can you cut out all that damn yelling? The whole fucking town can hear you." Anya hissed, stomping her way up to the front door.

"I'm sorry," Erwin chuckled warmly, stepping aside so she could enter. "Welcome back."

"Yeah, yeah..." Anya blushed.

"Is that not how a man should welcome his lover home? After a hard day of… of... what was it you were doing?"

"Buying books with my dad."

"Wait, seriously?"

"Yep."

"Oh…" Erwin's head tilted to the side as he pondered the thought. "Well after a long day of buying books with your dad, is this not the welcome you are worthy of?" Erwin asked as he walked back into the kitchen to check on the food.

Anya reluctantly followed behind him. She didn't know if it was rhetorical question or not, so decided it was best if she didn't answer.

Erwin turned his attention back to the stove, back to the many pots he was tending to. His body made the kitchen and everything in it look extremely small. The man was tall, far taller than anyone she had ever seen before, and he was very handsome.. probably the most handsome man she has ever laid her eyes on. Erwin had a certain contagious charm about him that none other could mimic. With his broad shoulders and muscular build, he drew attention to himself without even trying. Not that he truly noticed. From what Anya had observed while they were at work, the advances made to him by other parties he mostly ignored. He was the type of guy to chase and not be chased, it was no fun if he was the one doing the running. With his neater than neat blonde tresses, crystal blue eyes, and a personality that left much to be desired, he had to be the finest piece of work that strolled into Anya's life on his own behalf.

Anya watched the man cook, his strong back to her, his lips moving as he went on and on about something she paid little to no attention to. She just wanted to know why, why was he even bothering with her? Of all the available women in Rivenside, he picked the one that was emotionally and physically scarred. The one with serious trust issues, anxiety, and paranoia. But Erwin apparently saw something more to Anya that everyone else, including herself, couldn't really see.

"Anya?"

"Anya?"

She blinked at the sound of her name, she had been staring.

"Is everything alright?" His brows furrowed in concern.

"Oh yeah, everything's fine." Anya waved her hand to dismiss the question. "What were you saying?"

"I was saying I love to read in my spare time as well, romance novels are my favorite… as cliché as they might be I enjoy anticipating the happy ending."

"Oh, romance novels aren't my thing. I'm more into mysteries and history books." Anya shrugged. "Anyway, I'll be right back." She said leaving him to his cooking. She could trust him enough to not burn down the house; he at least looked like he knew what he was doing in the kitchen. And from past meals she knew this to be a proven fact. She trotted up the stairs and followed the short hallway before coming to an abrupt stop, facing a slightly pink door with hand painted flowers on it.

Anya hadn't been to Erwin's home too many times, but thus far when she had been over he had shuffled her about from place to place. Never had she had the chance to actually look around until then, while the man was off preparing their dinner.

She pushed the door open, listening to it creak, as she stepped inside and flipped the light switch. Walls the same shade of the door, with the same flowers, greeted her. The white princess bed was made up neatly with bedding in the same shade. All along the walls were teddy bears, porcelain dolls, and various other children toys. It was a child's room, and more specifically a little girl's room.

"Anya?" The sound of her name made her jump as she spun around to see Erwin standing in at the top of the staircase, without the apron he had been wearing just moments prior. "What are you doing?"

"I was just… nothing, I got sidetracked on my way to change. Is dinner ready?"

Erwin nodded with a soft smile, signaling for her to follow him back downstairs. The two shared a rather quiet dinner, neither one of them mentioning the child's room and her finding it. Needless to say it had put more of a damper on the woman's mood than she anticipated. Erwin sensed this and honestly didn't know what to do to fix it. So he too ate quietly, stealing glances of Anya when he was sure she wasn't looking. What exactly was the man hiding and why did he feel like he couldn't share it with her? Anya had shared with him her horrendous past relationship and how the man had almost taken her life, the various beatings, and the lies she told to save his ass. So why?

"Anya? Are you alright?"

She blinked, "Yes… I'm fine."