What Was Broken

Chapter Sixteen

~In prison~

Levi knocked out a guy that had tried to touch his ass.

"Take that, you bastard," he spat. He only ever got truly violent when he or someone he loved was threatened. Other inmates started to step away in fear. They all had that Levi was some kind of fuckboy that would end up as anyone's bitch. It seemed like they were wrong. Levi shot them a glare, his gaze cold and deadly. One of the inmates gasped.

"Holy shit, that's Levi Ackerman!"

"Levi?" a guy next to him asked. "Yeah, the badass mafia boss that's killed hundreds without getting a single scratch on him!"

Other inmates overheard and they all started to whisper amongst themselves. Levi rolled his eyes and walked back to his cell. He couldn't stand these idiotic, piggish prisoners. He had a guard open up his cell. He walked in and sat on the stiff bed. He had no cellmate because he was categorized as dangerous. That was fine by him. He didn't want to be put in a cell with some disgusting slob. He grabbed the notebook and pen that they let him have and started to draw. He was a pretty good artist, he just didn't have time to do it anymore. He silently drew with the pen. The clutter of lines, curves and shading turned out to be Eren. He seemed to be laughing about something. His eyes were wide and full of happiness and love. He let out a small sigh, running his fingers over the picture.

"Eren, stay safe for me," he whispered. At the top of the picture, he put his signature and date. He was going to use this notebook like a sketchbook. He set the notebook and pen on his desk and laid down. When Tayson was born, he would draw their son too. He imagined what Tayson would look like when he came into the world. Eren's eyes with Levi's nose, Levi's hair color but Eren's messy locks. Levi sighed and ran a finger over his bed sheets, wishing Eren was here beside him. Not in prison, of course, but cuddling him in bed. He wanted to feel Eren's baby bump again, wanted to feel his baby move against his palm. Levi couldn't deny that he was in love with the feeling. He was addicted to it, wanted to feel his baby grow all the time.

"I love you Eren..." he muttered softly, closing his eyes as the guards came around for lights out. He hoped he could see his lover and child soon

~One Month Later~

Eren was pissed off. The police wouldn't let Levi have more than one visit a month yet. Eren was seven months pregnant and at his highly emotional stage. He bitched the whole way to the prison, upset that he couldn't see Levi sooner. Thankfully, Levi was now allowed more visits for good behavior. Eren wore a giant sweatshirt to cover his swollen belly. He was embarrassed of being so fat. When he and Hange arrived, he rushed out as quick as he could to see Levi. Eren was also pleased that the prison would allow Levi supervised contact, meaning Eren could hug and kiss his lover as much as he wanted. Hange signed them in and took Eren to their assigned meeting room. Hange left him alone for a bit to answer her phone call from Armin. Eren walked in and stayed standing as he waited. Sitting and standing was too much effort by now. Levi walked in and was uncuffed by guards. They left to supervise by cameras.

"Levi!" Eren held out his arms for his lover, tears already rolling down his cheeks. Levi's lips twitched into a small smile as he embraced Eren firmly, careful of the large belly.

"I missed you brat," Levi muttered, kissing Eren's cheek. Eren buried his face in Levi's neck, taking in his scent.

"You still smell good, my jailbird," Eren said softly.

"I shower as many times as they allow. This place is disgusting," Levi said with a small scowl. Eren chuckled, glad that Levi didn't change at all. Levi slowly pulled away.