Of Teacups and a Quill. [Levi Ackerman]

Baby love

It was not yours. 

Genre: Fluff  

"Oh my fucking God!" Hanji exclaimed, and you immediately smacked their mouth with your hand just to shut them up. Currently, you are in a filthy, not so compressed space— the (fancy) public comfort room. Yes, still pretty fucking filthy as your boyfriend would call it.

Five minutes ago, you were peacefully munching on all the fancy food in front of you. It is not every day that you get invited to your boyfriend's boss's dinner party for his birthday. Dazzling lights gleamed above you, the interior design was superb, it was warmth and ivory all over the place. Oh, and money, too.

Everything was going well for you. Your fingers were carefully caressing Levi's thigh, the fabric of his pants and suit felt a bit tighter, as your touch gradually move towards his crotch, making the poor man so annoyed and frustrated. Until Hanji and Nanaba grabbed you without any kind of a warning and dragged you to the comfort room AND locked the door.

"You should tell Mike," you patted your friend's back, tears are starting to pool in her eyes, it was a good thing that Nanaba has you and Hanji. You were not the comforting type, but you knew how to decently lift other people up and encourage them when in need.

"I'm scared!" She panics, handling you the ziplock bag containing the pregnancy test with her shaky hands. You sighed, if you were in her situation, you probably would freak out, too. . . or maybe not. It would depend on the situation, especially if it is unplanned. You and Levi haven't talked about this kind of thing yet, crap, you aren't even married. . . yet.

Shaking off the fantasies out of your head, you approached Nanaba who just finished splashing cold water on her face to hopefully reduce the redness caused by crying.

"We'll figure this out, okay? Let's go back to our table for now, they might wonder what's taking us long," Hanji guided the both of you outside the restroom as a short line of women glared at the three of you. Of course, they locked the fucking door.

Chilly air hugged your velvet skin as it made its way inside of your tiny black dress, your arms have been crossed since earlier because it's just too cold. You should have brought over some jacket, ugh, you thought.

Following your friends, every person's eyes seemed to be all over you. Or maybe it was just because of you being warmth deprived, you started to feel things. Jazz music is echoing through the restaurant, along with the sound of utensils lightly clashing with the porcelain plates. You approached your group's table and sat next to your boyfriend who has his grumpy face on.

"What took you so lo-" He paused as you fix the hem of your dress, "Wait, is that a pregnancy test?" Your boyfriend asks, his voice sheathed with confusion. Everyone's eyes on the table is now all over you, thank God it was just your friends!

"Jesus, it's not mine!" You tossed the little bag towards Hanji, shock is written across their face. Erwin got as pale as the fucking snow.

"Y-you're pregnant?"

You swear Hanji pinched your thighs for what you did and it hurt! They are sweating like a Xiao Long Bao left inside the steamer for ten hours. Reluctance is evident in their eyes, and you saw Nanaba's worried stare from the corner of your eyes. You wanted to smack yourself, how could you not notice the pregnancy test?

"It's me." Nanaba's low voice was as soft as the sound of piano accompanying the saxophone, "I'm pregnant."

Erwin coughs and gains his composure, if you were in a different situation, you would have taken a picture and made it a meme, but you weren't. You felt your boyfriend's warm hand squeeze yours. Mike had no violent reaction, you wonder if he had fainted inside.

"I thought you were pregnant," he whispers onto your right ear, his breathe tickling your neck as he rested his face on your shoulder. You scooped in, you were cold, anyway. Levi Ackerman is your portable heater.

"I'm not," You answered back, taking a bite of your unfinished chocolate cake earlier, "Unless you make me. . ." The corner of your lips rose up. Levi's did, too, as he placed a warm peck against your cold shoulder.

"Oh, I will," His deep chuckle vibrated against your ear. Everyone was busy with their own conversation slash mini endeavors, that no one seemed to notice the two of you having your little moment, "But not yet."

You faced him, letting your fingers trace his freshly shaved undercut, narrowing your eyes at him, "Of course, you are my only baby until you tell me that you want to become my baby number two." You joked. He scoffed at you, earning one of his famous scowls again.

"You're being cheesy." He says, putting his coat on top of your shoulders, he must have noticed how cold you were. You made kissy faces, and you got a jaw-dropping smirk.

After assessing if everyone is still busy and looking around quickly for five seconds, you stole a quick kiss on his lips, "It's true. You are my baby love."