One of a Kind (Single Father Levi x Reader)

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(Your POV)

It was a bleak Sunday morning and almost into mid September. It was crazy to think the wedding was only a month ago. 

While I was away at university, Levi ended up taking my advice. He went to college, and received his diploma for auto mechanic work. It was one of the best decisions he could ever make. He was promoted and quickly made it all the way to the top. He for sure started making a hell of a lot more money too. 

Within six months of graduating, Levi was able to move out of his government complex, and into an upscale chic apartment. The ones with the fancy gates and fountains out front. He decided to rent a three bedroom, two bathroom which I questioned at first. But when he proposed to me, I understood that he could see the three of us sharing the lovely space together.

My parents had a hard time seeing me leave, but they knew it was time for their baby to grow up.  My dad would purposely cause me to forget something just so I would have to come back. The drive from the apartment to their house was about twenty minutes, which is not bad. It was conveniently closer to my work place too. 

Sometimes I wondered if Levi strategically rented this place for the both of us. Everything was within walking or five minute car ride distance. A supermarket, school, community centre, book store, mall, you name it! 

I was still lying down, feeling way too lazy to get up for the day. I stared out the tall window, only covered by a light grey curtain. The gloomy rain clouds covered the sky. 

Depressing. Was the only thing I could think of.

I carefully rolled onto my side to check the time. 

11:45 A.M.

Ugh... I might as well get up.

Pushing the grey comforter off with my legs, I sat up and scooted back to free myself of the comfy fabric. I swung my legs over and yawned while entering the bathroom.

Prior to moving in, I believed that I would have to worry about decorating, but surprisingly Levi didn't give me a second to even pitch in an idea. He would always tell me he had things under control. I was very iffy at first, I thought majority of manly men were horrible at interior design, considering my dad's attempts at decorating (which were horrific). He purchased a mustard yellow gingham sofa for the family room! It was atrocious! 

Levi though, was astonishingly good at decorating. The apartment consisted of light and dark greys, whites, blacks and accents of yellow. The most colourful room was Eren's, his had greens and blues. 

Our master bedroom was lovely. It consisted of light grey walls, ebony hardwood floors, and atop was a large white fluffy rug that felt as soft as a kitten. Our bed was a king sized canopy with white and grey drapes, white bedsheets and the comfiest ruche grey comforter and matching pillows. In front was our wall mounted TV resting above the black brick fireplace. 

The walk in closet had a sliding door, and don't even get me started on it. Levi allowed that to be the only place I could decorate, considering I took up more than half of the space. 

The bathroom had the same colour scheme, but this time it had gold accents. It had double sinks, a jacuzzi bathtub, a shower and of course a toilet. The walls were white marble and the floors were grey tile.

I did my usual routine, and put on an oversized t-shirt that left a lot to the imagination and shorts, then trudged into the kitchen. Levi was wearing an apron and was faced towards the stove. 

"Morning." He said, moving the spatula around the pan.

"Morning? That's all I get?" I frowned.

He paused, then turned to glance at me. "I always say morning..."