The Captain and his obsession.
Just a small drabble of how levi would act if his someone was pregnant cor the first time and if he was obsessed.
Enjoy~
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The hallways of the Scout Regiment headquarters were usually filled with the sharp, rhythmic clicking of military boots. Lately, however, that sound had changed. You, a fierce and respected Captain equal in rank to humanity’s strongest soldier, now moved with a distinct, heavy waddle. At seven months pregnant, your center of gravity had completely shifted, a fact that brought Levi her husband an endless, quiet amusement.
He would never admit it aloud to the recruits, but Levi Ackerman was utterly obsessed with your pregnancy. Whenever you waddled past his desk, shifting your weight from side to side, his sharp gray eyes would soften completely. The stoic Captain would quietly put down his paperwork, push back his chair, and follow you.
Your physical changes brought out a deeply possessive, affectionate side of him that nobody else ever saw. At seven months, your cravings weren't just for strange food combinations; you craved him. You needed his touch, his warmth, and his constant presence. Levi was more than happy to oblige. The moment you paused in the middle of a room, looking slightly tired, Levi would glide up behind you. His strong arms would wrap securely around your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest while his hands rested protectively over the heavy, round curve of your stomach. You would sigh into his touch, melting against him, and he would bury his face in your hair, breathing you in.
You would also constantly waddle pacing in the room before sleep. And Levi? He'd walk right beside you making sure you didn't over exhaust yourself. Sometimes, you would even get up at night and levi would wake to check on what you're doing. You would waddle all the way down the mess hall for "a mission," you'd murmer as levi follows. Then when in the mess hall kitchen you'd proceed to make your weird craving like pineapple and ketch up. While you'd eat levi would hugs you from behind, enveloping you in warmth, his hands on your belly. He loves when his little pregnant wife is satisfied... After your "mission" Levi would carry you back to bed not wanting your feer or ankles to swell up.
But his absolute favorite moments happened when the two of you were alone in your shared quarters. You had a beautiful habit of talking directly to your belly, your voice dropping into a soft, melodic tone that Levi treasured.
"Hi little one, I'm so excited to meet you," you would speak softly, rubbing your palms over the fabric of your shirt covering your belly.
Levi would watch from the doorway as a sudden, sharp movement rippled across your stomach. The baby was kicking. A bright, musical giggle would escape your lips, a sound so pure it made Levi’s chest ache with an overwhelming surge of love. He would cross the room instantly, dropping to his knees right in front of your chair.
"Is our little one giving you a hard time?" Levi would murmur, his rough hands replacing yours on your belly.
He was completely captivated by the life growing inside you. Levi would lean forward, pressing his lips gently against your clothes, kissing the bump over and over again. He would whisper low, private promises directly to the swell of your stomach, his voice a gravelly rumble that always seemed to soothe the baby.
At night, this obsession reached its peak. Levi refused to sleep anywhere but tangled up with you. He would position himself carefully on his side, resting his head directly on your chest and upper stomach. Because of the way he curled around you, his lips remained pressed firmly against your bare skin, right at the top of your belly. He loved feeling the rhythmic rise and fall of your breathing, combined with the occasional, gentle thumps of your baby moving against his cheek. He would drift off to sleep right there, anchored by the two most important people in his universe.
Now, as time marched on, you had reached almost nine months. The heavy waddle was even more pronounced, and the physical toll of carrying a child was undeniable, but your pregnancy glow was on full display. Your skin seemed to hold a natural warmth, and your eyes held a serene, fierce beauty that captivated him more than ever.
Levi stood by the window, watching you sit in the morning sunlight. The golden rays hit your face, highlighting the soft flush on your cheeks and the content smile on your lips as you rested your hands on your massive bump. To Levi, you had never looked more beautiful, more powerful, or more divine. He walked over, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, then to your cheek, before finally dropping to his knees to kiss the beautiful, round life you were carrying for them.
