One of a Kind (Single Father Levi x Reader)

Marital Bliss

Time skip again: 1 Year

(Your POV)

If you told me I would be getting married to a stoic, grumpy, teenage single father a few years ago, I would laugh and call you crazy. But here I am, in my dressing room, staring at my reflection as my mother and aunt were bustling around the large room making sure all was in order. 

I don't usually look like this. My hair was neatly styled into a bun, graced with a diamond princess tiara that had clear jump rings attaching my veil to it, only visible if you were close enough. My face was plastered in more makeup than usual, despite it being very light; foundation, powder, a subtle brown eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara and a soft red colour on my lips. The makeup artist suggested blush, but that idea was rejected with my aunt saying that I would look ridiculous with pink cheeks. I didn't miss when the poor girl's face lost it's gentleness after my aunt's feedback. She still had ten more faces to do, but she looked determined to get everyone done in time before the ceremony had begun.

"(Y/n)! Time to get into your dress!" One of my cousins called. 

There were three more hours before family and friends would start to arrive for the ceremony.  

As my cousin, aunt and mother assisted me with getting into the trumpet fitted dress, my thoughts wandered to the men. I questioned how Levi was doing, considering we didn't have time to speak with each other since the early hours of the morning. In fact, I don't even remember seeing him this morning. 

What if he bailed out?

What if he decided the marriage lifestyle isn't his cup of tea? 

Did I force him into this?

Did I make him feel obligated to take my hand in marriage?

What if he decided to go back to Alanna? 

What if I'm not good enough to be Eren's mom? 

Am I even good enough to be his wife? 

Why the hell does he even want me?

"No, no, no! Stop dear, you're going to ruin your makeup!" My aunt patted my leg roughly, bringing me out of my thoughts.

"Sweetie, why are you crying? You haven't even stepped into the cathedral yet." My mom held my chin gently.

I hadn't realized it, but I guess these thoughts plagued my mind, building up insecurity and uncertainty. It was nerve racking and maybe I was just overwhelmed... But I felt overly emotional and sick at the moment. 

Before anyone could ask questions, I hopped out of the dress and dashed into the bathroom, relieving myself of the nausea that found it's way into my throat. It didn't take long until I heard the bathroom door open along with the voices of two women.

"(Y/n)? Are you alright?" A gentle hand stroked my back, concern evident in her voice.

"Ew, what the heck did you eat this morning?" The other female sounded nasally.

"Sasha, stop that." Christa scolded her.

"I'm sorry. Are you okay though?" Her hand was holding my veil out of my face.

"I-I don't know." I admitted, "I've been feeling sick lately, and I've been an emotional wreck. I don't understand why Levi wants to marry me." My tears began forming again.

"What are you talking about? Of course Levi wants to marry you! You're sweet, kind, funny." Sasha listed.

"And you are like Eren's mom." Christa added. "I really think he gave up on love until he found you."