It's complicated: Levi x Petra Lemon

Chapter 22: Rockabye

Just a warning this chapter is probably going to be crappy: I didn't edit it one bit.
Apologies.

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Petra sat perched on the edge of the bed that used to belong to her and Levi caressing her belly gently. The room was a shell of what it used to be :subdued monotones of grey and browns darkening the room like a shadow that over hung Petra. She was wrought, tired and weary lacking sleep many nights since Levi's disappearance.

She had expected him to come back. To talk to her at least. Only, that hadn't been the case as the nights had worn thin with Petra leaning against the mantle into the early hours of the morning. Nothing more she wanted than for him to cradle her in his muscular embrace and tell her everything was going to be okay. Yet here she was three days later in complete solitude with the harsh slam of the door still echoing in her ears. She had no idea whether he was going to come back or whether she wanted him to thinking about it.

"She what you've done little bump" she smiled softly and continued to caress her belly almost giggling at the sheer stupidity of the situation. She was going to look after this child whether Levi chose to be involved or not and she would be the best mother possible.

"Hopefully your daddy will come back but if not I want you to know that mummy will always protect you and will never leave your side. I am going to stay with you always" a stray tear slipped down her face.

Her hormones were a roller coaster of vicarious emotions; one day leaving her crying into a pillow where she would remain all day rocking back and fourth and the next telling herself she didn't need him. She was a soldier: strong and determined. She could do this.

Ever since she had met Levi her life had been complicated. Was it her? Was it the two of them together? Bile rose in her throat as she tried to push the thought away. He had to come back. He wouldn't leave her would he?

Regardless of the shouting and harsh words, she knew that deep down there still remained a deep and intense love and yes..that could be accommodated. They could make it work. She was sure of it.

Leaning back onto the bed, she heaved herself on her side and breathed heavily. She was getting bigger each day meaning it was harder to move as she struggled to turn over in bed shifting every so often awkwardly. Eventually, she felt her eyes slowly close and was lulled into a deep sleep.

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Something wakes her. A distinct scratching sound at the door.

"Oh!" She gasps tying her silk robe together with fumbling fingers.

She did not need a robber. Especially now Levi was no longer here and she was in a separate block to all the other Survey corps.

"Shit!" She hears coming from the doorway. A deep and masculine voice perturbing through the corridor.

It couldn't be. Standing on her tiptoes, she slowly lifted the window peaking through to see a mop of black hair leaning against the doorway.

"I don't believe it" she muttered tying her hair back into a messy bun before picking up the key.

"Fuck!" He repeated more muffled this time as she scrabbled with shaky fingers to open the door.

She stands up In time to see him stagger through the doorway almost tripping over the Matt before leaning over the table.

He's drunk.

Her scalp prickled. Levi drunk? She had never in her over a year of dating him ever seen him drunk and this was not the time.