Levi and Hanji parent fluff

Memories

Levi's POV

I pick up Isabella, and she smiles at me. Her sweet smile makes me happy. I never thought I would be able to feel happy. I hold her close, and walk out onto our porch, and sit on the swing we have. Memories flood me from when Isabella was born. The whole survey corpse was surprised to see the mature side of Hanji, because I had been the only one to see it before. Hanji was excited on the day she was born, as any mother would be. Besides Hanji nearly being numb to the pain, the only thing that surprised me was that I cried that day. It was raining a gentle spring rain, like today. The memories fade away from sight as I hear Isabella giggle.

"What's so funny?"
I see small rain drops falling on my child's nose. Each one earns a giggle from her. I pull her out of the rains way so that she doesn't catch a cold, and smile at her.
"Your mother would be worried sick if you ended up sick, lets not do that."

I hold her tight, looking over our huge field of a front yard. Wild flowers of all sorts swayed in the rain, the clouds above were slightly grey, and the pitter patter of the rain on the tin roof made Isabella lull to sleep. I gently swayed the swing, thinking over how lucky I am to be a father to such a sweet girl like her; and the husband to a beautiful and....kind of crazy wife. I am lucky to have such wonderful girls in my life.

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