With bad luck and an exceptional aim, an object went flying from the bridge and down into the roaring falls below, rattling in bitter agony at the end of its life.
"Ah!" Historia quickly peered over the edge, surprised.
Immediately, the baby began to wail loudly, upset that its rattle did not get returned immediately.
"Look what you did, Fen," Historia sighed, going over to the stroller, pulling out a binkie from a compartment and giving it to him.
"Boy has a good arm! Don't you, son-son?" Ymir grinned, stopping the stroller to lean over it, peering down at her calmed boy.
He had big golden eyes, freckles for days, and a big puff of hair on top of his head. For an eight month, he was doing pretty great—definitely was going to be mom's little baseball pro.
"Oh, you won't be laughing if he threw our car keys down," Historia plucked the keys that he had in his hands.
"Oh! Hell no," Ymir gasped, grabbing the keys and tucking them into her pants, sighing, "I think I would've lost my shit."
Historia snorted, shaking her head and walking beside her wife and son, glancing over at them, finding her face melt into a smile.
Ymir caught it.
"What—why you smiling stupid—wait, are you thinking of it all over again? You do this every time on our walk."
"I can't help it," Historia sniffed, tucking her arm into Ymir's, "every time we come to this bridge, I remember how this all happened."
Ymir chuckled, humoring Historia.
"We both were in a bad place," Ymir began to list off what Historia would long-windedly say, "we got into each other, you came out of the closet, twice—one being a lesbian and, well, the Reiss… Oh, and we finally went to the bone zone, and we were idiots and forgot to put the condom on right—"
"Yes, forgot to pinch that little bubble," Historia tapped her thumb and index together.
"— and then we got this bundle of joy." Ymir motioned to Fenrir who was happily gurgling, spitting his binky out and chirping away about some baby nonsense.
"Yes, son, yes," Historia responded to his talking, making him talk louder, squealing and motioning about with his hands, very occupied with the binky he was holding.
"You're the boss," Ymir chimed in.
"Ah! There you are!" A voice came from the other side of the bridge.
"Hey!" Ymir quickened her pace, making car sounds for Fen. Historia walked hurriedly behind and went in to hug Ilse.
"How was your classes?" Historia rubbed Ilse's shoulder.
"Great! Th-There's a really cute boy in my class," she bashfully admitted until Fenrir went to wiggling about, squeaking for her attention, "o-oh! But not as cute as my neph, of course!"
She crouched down, kissing his rosy nose, earning a grin from him.
"Damn skippy." Ymir huffed.
"So, where's Annie?" Historia glanced around for the blond.
"Oh, she said she was going straight home," Ilse shrugged. Oddly enough, the two had become friends by being the least rambunctious of their big circle of friends.
Plus, as Ymir said, they were big helpless nerds—the kind that swapped study tips and hung around to help each other out with difficult subjects.
"Said she was tired because some girl keeps trying to barge into her apartment… I don't know."
"She should call the cops," Ymir scoffed.
Ilse only gave another shrug.
"Will you be able to come to dinner tonight, though?" Historia asked as the group picked up on walking again.
"Yeah, Rod is insisting to meet you. I swear, all he does is coo and bend over backwards for Fen, and then grumps that he never got to properly meet the family," Ymir sighed.
"I don't think he understands how our family is."
Ilse laughed, nodding.
"Yeah. They'd eat all the food and make him poor. Oh—Fen! No!"
And the binkie went falling in the falls.