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And guess what? This one is more fluffy so at least ALL of your heart strings won't be ripped out! Yayyyy! Read and review, please? We love your thoughts, Ghosties and I honestly send screencaps to eachother of your comments and agree on how much we love you all. Thank you for reading or following or favoriting this story guys you are all beautiful humans.

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~Aria

-Ghosties

Hanji couldn't stop her sigh of relief as she entered the infirmary and laid eyes on Levi who was sitting up slightly in his bed. "You know," she called as she approached, "as mad as I am about your escape this morning, I am so glad you're awake."

He tossed her a glare in response, though its effects were weakened with exhaustion and a bit of pain. "Shut it, shitty glasses," he snapped, voice a tad hoarse.

"No really," she urged as she handed him a glass of water. "Maybe Eren will start getting better too. Heck, maybe he'll even listen to you."

Levi shifted, "That bad, huh?"

"Worse. I had to start giving him fluids intravenously because he was getting so dehydrated. I don't even know how long it's been since he has had a good, filling meal and kept it down." The woman ran a hand through her hair with exasperation, her stress over the matter beginning to show.

Those sharp silver eyes narrowed, "There's something you're not saying."

Hanji bit absently at her lip, "He almost lost the baby."

The silence that followed threatened to swallow her, so she swiftly continued.

"He was so damn close to a miscarriage.. I don't think I would have been able to do a thing about it either."

His good hand twisted tightly around the sheets.

Her brown eyes sought him out imploringly, "So I need you to get better, Levi. Not just for your sake, but Eren's too."

"How long do you think that will take?"

She eyed the mass of bandages that was his left arm carefully. "It depends on how quick you can heal and how bad the damage is. Minimum I would say five weeks, probably more."

To his credit, Levi took the news in stride quite well. "Fuck this…" he hissed.

The researcher gave a humorless chuckle in response, "I don't know if you understand how lucky you are, Levi. Be grateful things weren't worse. Although… admittedly I thought I was going to lose you for a bit there."

His gaze didn't raise to meet hers, "I know more than you might think. I was too close."

Just that small admission was enough to completely stun her. She floundered a moment for words before giving up. For Levi to be acknowledging how close he had been to dying was frightening. Normally he brushed her off and told her she was overreacting. But.. he was agreeing with her and that… that was terrifying.

"Well," she finally said, "that's in the past… Now we can focus on your recovery."

The next time Levi woke, he was in a sweat. He hated himself as he looked down over his slightly sticky nightshirt, feeling disgusting. He hadn't taken a shower in what seemed like forever.

He let out a groan of discomfort as he shifted out from under the smothering covers.

"Levi?"

His head snapped to the bed beside him, thin eyes widening as he took in the form of his lover lounging on the spare cot.

"What the hell?!" the shorter yelled, unprepared for the shock as he awoke from his fever dazed nightmares.

The teen laughed lightly, smile genuine and bright in that gold tinged way only he could muster. Levi's softened heart skipped just from looking into those warm green eyes. Eren practically glowed these days, and it wasn't just one of those stupid pregnancy sayings. When Eren was happy, his entire being radiated a kind of warmth-one that Levi couldn't help but gravitate to. That kind of warm heart was rare.

"I made Hanji help me down here so I could sit with you today," he explained sweetly, wringing his hands almost as if he were nervous.

The older smirked.

"Is that so?"

Eren nodded.

"Well then why the fuck are you lying over there? If you're here to keep me company or whatever then get the hell over here," Levi chided with a click of his tongue.

His pregnant lover scoffed halfheartedly before sitting up carefully around his swollen midsection.

The injured raven watched with interest, eyes locked on the ever growing belly of his love. Though he wasn't entirely sure how long it had been since the expedition, he was quite sure that Eren's stomach had grown.

A gentle hand found his cheek, "What are you thinking about?"

He shifted his gaze upwards to meet those vibrant eyes, "You've gotten bigger."

Those cheeks flushed in a beautiful way. "I-Is that bad?" He asked shyly, shuffling from the side of the bed.

Levi reached out with his good hand, pulling the younger to the bed. "Of course not," he chided, "our baby is growing and that's good. I was merely noticing the difference."

Eren hummed and settled against him comfortably, his body practically radiating heat.

"Ugh, I'm still sweaty Eren," his senior chastised, shifting away with a wince.

"You say that like I care," came the content response. The brunette then proceeded to huddle closer, being careful not to hold him too closely in fear of hurting him.

He wrinkled his nose, "No but I care, and I'm disgusting."

"Hmmm don't care," his voice was muffled, seeing as he had his face pressed into Levi's good shoulder.

"Eren, for fuck's sake, don't smother yourself in this disgusting shirt," the man grumbled, half of him giving up.

He pulled back enough to reveal a mischievous grin, "Sorry, couldn't hear you over the sound of me not caring."

Levi's gray eyes narrowed towards him as he pinched his side with expert precision. "You cheeky little shit."

The titan shifter relaxed against him once more, then guided his good hand to his extruding bump. "We missed you, Levi. I'm glad you're awake." He chuckled a bit when there came a kick from their child. "See?"

There was a soft hum from his husband at the strong kick of their child. Levi gave him a weak smile, pulling the younger even closer so that he could wrap his arm all the way around his pregnant stomach. He ran his free hand over the bump and nuzzled against his lover's ear. Eren laughed when he felt Levi's hair tickle his face.

"I love you so much, you fucking bastard," came the rough purr.

Eren chuckled a bit and leaned back so that he could place a quick kiss on his husband's cheek.

"Well I love you too, babe," the shifter teased with a suggestive eyebrow wiggle.

Levi scoffed and pinched his side, leaning in closer again to kiss the young man's sensitive neck. Eren mewled at the attention and leaned back into the touch.

"Ow, ow, hey don't press back against me so hard, dipshit," the captain scolded with a sharp hiss.

Eren snapped away and turned on the bed to examine his husband. How could he be so dumb? Levi had just come back from an expedition...and he had been severely injured at that. He gave himself a moment to recollect himself, eyeing once again every little nook and cranny of his lover's form and cataloguing the injuries. A loose bandage wrapped around his raven locks, one arm stilted and hung in large sling, and a chest puffed out with bandages underneath his shirt. Eren's face fell as he noticed all the damage that had been done unto his husband.

"What happened to you, Levi…?" he asked.

Levi struggled to even hear him, his voice had become so soft and trodden on. The man sighed and reached out, taking one of Eren's hands in his own and examining it with a blank expression.

"A lot," he admitted quietly, "But none of that shit matters now."

Those beautiful eyes sparkling with frustrated tears. Levi could see the brat was about to throw a fit, so he opened his mouth to speak before he was torn apart by the tornado of emotions that was Eren Ackerman.

"Eren, please, I just don't want to think about that shit right now, okay?"

He sighed.

"Levi…"

"I was really close, Eren. I was. But I'm not dead, and I'm not ever being that fucking stupid again so it's fine."

"D-did you just get distracted or something?" the brunette asked, suddenly attached to his husband's good arm like glue again. He seemed hesitant to let him go at the new information he'd received.

The dark-haired man shook his head and scoffed, "Tch...I was...fucking thinking about you and the baby. And I fucked up. I did the same damn thing fucking new recruits do on their first fucking expedition."

Eren frowned. Maybe once upon a time he would've scolded his husband for acting rashly...but then again this had been the first time he'd done that, hadn't it? Levi was always rational, always calm in the heat of the moment. And the first time he breaks, he gets hurt. And beats himself up over his carelessness. It wasn't fair, he decided-the man wasn't perfect, he didn't have to hold himself to such ridiculous standards.

He needed to know that.

"You're not perfect, L-Levi...shit happens," Eren breathed, hugging close to him, letting him know that he was here no matter what.

"Shut up, brat. I don't want to talk about it."

Eren wanted to argue again, but knew better than to start that right now. Levi was in pain, and upset with himself-and Eren wasn't that shitty of a husband to criticize his aloof nature when he was already being down on himself. So instead he nuzzled up against him and nodded in acceptance.

"Fine. Later then."

The man grumbled a bit, but unless he wanted to argue there wasn't anything he could say. Instead he allowed his brat to snuggle up so that he could lay his head on his lap, like they always laid.

"Hey Levi?"

He groaned.

"What, brat?"

"What gender do you think our baby is?"

The man's face softened a bit, rubbing a soothing hand on the younger's back.

"How the hell should I know?" Levi scoffed.

Eren laughed a bit, sitting up so that he could look into his lover's eyes. He crossed his arms on Levi's knees and set his chin on top. He looked up at Levi from his new position, a bright spark in his eyes.

"Ok yeah, smartass. But like, what do you want? Or hope it is?"

Levi sighed, rolling his eyes and looking up at the ceiling in mock thought.

"I don't fucking know. Maybe a girl."

Eren grinned a wild grin. That was the last thing he'd expected to hear. Well, there were really only two things he could have said, but he'd mostly just expected the man to brush him off and tell him it was a dumb question. He could just imagine it: Levi, cradling a smiling baby girl to himself, cooing over her and doting on how to get her wild hair out of her face, or how to dress her up for the day. Maybe his husband was fond of little baby girls in fluffy, pink skirts...

"A girl…" the teen sighed dreamily.

Levi scoffed at him, "A girl so that I wouldn't have to deal with a carbon copy of one of us. I would fucking kill myself if I had to deal with two of you. Especially one under the age of ten."

"H-hey!"

The brunette's nose flared as he glared at his chuckling, bastard lover.

"You asked, so I told you the truth," he pointed out.

It didn't make things any better. He pouted from his position.

A moment of comfortable silence passed between them. Then the older of the two looked at the other with softened eyes, "What do you want the baby to be, Eren?"

Eren flushed at the sweet sincerity in Levi's tone. He sat up and shrugged half heartedly, "I dunno," he said. But then he thought about it and grinned, "Actually, I'd love to have a little version of you."

"Of course you would," came the slightly teasing reply.

He stuck his tongue out.

The corner of Levi's mouth twitched upwards, "Stick that tongue out again and I might just bite it."

It was not too long after that Eren fell asleep, curling up on the Captain's lap like a lovesick puppy. Levi could finally breathe, and it wasn't because Eren could suck the air out of the room with his excessive chatting. It was because every time he took a deep breath his lungs felt like they were being torn apart. He could feel his ribs crunching when he moved, the broken pieces still trying to find each other to bind into one once again. Every breath hurt like hell, but he'd be damned if he let Eren see him showing weakness.

So he'd held his breath, and ignored the pain as long as he could. It was a blessing he had fallen asleep when he did, because he had been close to letting out his moans of pain. Levi watched his brat's peaceful, sleeping face, relaxed, without pain and thanked whatever god there might be that he was the one who was safe and warm. He stroked a brown hair from the teen's eyes, sucking in a painful breath that made him wince.

Looking down on his pregnant lover, he decided. Any amount of pain was manageable as long as Eren was happy.

Afternote:

Anyhow stay tuned...more fluff and angst to come so don't let your guard down yet...also...if we were to add in an "extra special" scene at the end of this story what would you guys think? *cough cough* may be talking about smut *cough ahem cough* meh? Idk let us know or naw we'll love you either way. Does anyone read afternotes? Chickens are cool. I'm ADD today. Have a nice week!

~Aria and the Ghosts