Chained {LeviHan}

Chapter 11: A Heavy Burden

It's already been a week... and Levi gave me the best gift ever... the gift of love. We laid low for days in different motels, and I always had a weird feeling occupying me. I can't get rid of it... no matter what. But... I seemed that as the days passed by and as the feeling haunted me... my stomach got bigger. It could've been my imagination... but it seemed that Levi got worried.

Always questioning why I suddenly got angry and the next minute, hungry as hell. My hand no longer craved for blood. Levi knew better than to hang out with any other girl... and he always gave me love. No matter how my mood was... he always made me happy and joyful after our love.

But finally...

"Hanji, I can't take this anymore." He says, packing things back into the car as I ate a small ice cream. 

"Can't take what? Levi... talk to me..." I say, walking up to him and brushing against him. "What's wrong? Can't take a monster as your lover now?"

He shook his head, running his hand through his hair. He dyed it to the point it was a natural red. "No, not that, Hanji... your condition-"

"It's incurable."

"Not that. I mean... your physical self. You're acting with a ton of mood swings, and eating too much food. Not that I hate it... it's just suspicious. We need a doctor to diagnose you, understand? Something's wrong... and I want to figure out why. Please... this is for you. I'm not gonna leave you, and this is not a trick. I promise."

Thinking about it for a few seconds, I gave in. My head slowly nodded, accepting this. "Okay. Fine... let's go to a doctor. I'm sure there's nothing wrong."

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I shivered as we awaited the doctor's conclusion. The office... it seemed so similar to the time where Mom found out I was incurable. Would he find another incurable disease within me? And if so... would Levi disown me? Would he hate me? No... if he was this worried about me... why is he doing this to me?

"It's gonna be okay... I promise." He says, kissing my cheek. "Nervous?"

"Yes..." I admitted, looking down to the tiles, seeing all the different patterns. "What if... something's really wrong with me?"

"Then I will love you the same. No matter what... there's nothing that's gonna force me away from you. Not if I can help it." He smiles, gripping onto my hand. "Hanji... if you want... I'll give you love tonight..."

I nodded to him, leaning into him. "Yes... that would help me very much..."

At that very moment, Levi pulled away from me as the doctor walked in with his papers. He sighed, nodding his head. "Ms... er, Nakan, am I right?"

"Y-Yes..."

"Physically, what I can deduce is... well, high hormones. Normally, it would be normal, but if you say that you have not had your," his eyes glances upwards towards Levi, hesitating to speak further, "period... I have to conclude that might have a possibly of being pregnant."

"P-Preg..." My words fell out jumbled as my hands went to my stomach. I... I have Levi's kid... and it's growing inside of me. All the love created this... joy inside of me.

He nods, "Yes... pregnant. If you want, I can prescribe pills to abort-"

"No."

"Excuse me?" He asks, looking at me with surprise. "You're a young teen with a boyfriend... and you want to keep your child? I'm surprised... not many say 'yes' to keeping it. Are you sure about this?"

I nodded, gripping onto Levi. "Yes... i'm sure..."

He nods, "Understood. Well... congratulations." He stands up, shaking both our hands. He began to talk about juggling school and our baby... and saying that I still have a chance to rid myself of this burden...

But as we left... I realized why...

Levi and I... we're on the run away from the hometown we used to live together... and now, I'm carrying a new life. A heavy burden weighing on my shoulders. I have to care for this child... but when I look to Levi for approval... he doesn't show any emotion. Does he... want me?

I now carry his child... and he had said nothing.

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"Levi-"

"No." He says, crawling into bed with me, sighing heavily. 

"You didn't know what I was gonna say."

He sighs heavily, putting his firm hand on my stomach. His small, pale fingers began to massage it gently, and he looked down with sorrow. "You want to know if I hate you... and my answer is 'no,' no I don't hate you. As I said, nothing is gonna tear me apart from you... and this child isn't gonna tear me away."

"M-Meaning...?"

"I'll raise our child... and I promise... I'll try to be the best father... as much as I can... I promise. I love you... okay? And the same goes to this little one..." He chuckles, holding my hand with his other one. "Now... I believe I owe you something... don't I?"

I nodded, pulling him close. "Yes... yes you do..."

"I'll go gentle this time..." He says, seductively kissing me... and I just pulled him closer.