dad!levi who doesn’t need to say a word for you to know he’s watching over your son. you’re sitting across from him at the far end of a big outside table with friends. the kids are playing, levi’s sitting angled so he can keep the little one in sight as they all dart around the garden.
levi posture is relaxed, a drink in his hand. you’re free to laugh and chat because you know levi’s keeping an eye on your kid — and he makes sure you don’t have to move a muscle. when you glance over, levi’s already looking at you with a look that says "i’ve got this, don’t worry."
then, when your kid rounds the table again — too fast, too close of a chair leg this time — one smooth motion and levi leans in, catches the boy effortlessly around the waist mid-run. and before he can even squeak a protest, he’s already perched on his dad lap, levi doesn’t even break from the conversation he’s having with the person next to him.
no raised voice, no scolding, no big fuss. just the ease of a man who’ve done this a hundred times. practiced dad moves and quiet control who can calm the kid with his touch alone. the little boy is still a little fidgety but levi’s arm stays snug across his waist — his palm covering half the kid side, thumb rubbing slow circles until your little one calms down.
and you watch him. levi sleeves are rolled up, veins visible as his hand steadies the glass your kid is drinking from. the little copy of his dad is swinging his legs under the table now, cheeks still flushed from running around, and levi’s quietly cutting your kid’s food into smaller pieces while still half-listening to the conversation. and all you can think about is how dare he make me want him even more right now.
just dad!levi who takes care of everything. who doesn’t understand how some men can just sit there while the mom is up every five minutes checking on their kid? levi’s the one who makes the little guy sit long enough to eat something, refills his drink, wipes his face when he’s sticky — all so you can stay seated, laugh and enjoy yourself.
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Captain Levi had never planned to fall in love with you, the pregnant widow of a Survey Corps member.
Your husband wasn’t part of his squad, but he’d seen him fall, just seconds too late from being able to save him. He’d found a letter to you in his pocket and delivered it to you in person; it was the least he could do, he thought. You were gracious and thankful to have this last message from your sweetheart but Levi saw the depth of sadness in your eyes, and something else simmering just below the surface.
“I’m pregnant,” you confess. “Three months.”
“Do you have family to go back to?” he asked.
“I have no one.”
And that’s how Levi found himself visiting your house whenever he came into Trost. It was late fall, so the Corps was on hold from any expeditions, and after he picked up his usual cleaning supplies, he’d find himself picking up some things for you and bringing it by.
“There’s some tea there that is supposed to be good for morning sickness,” he says as he hands you a bag of groceries, “and some of my officer’s rations of red meat. I heard that’s good for a growing baby.”
“You’re too kind, Captain. You don’t have to do all this for me.”
You were right, he didn’t, but he couldn’t help worrying about you, a soon-to-be mother, raising a child on her own.
A month turned into two, then three, your belly growing rounder, your features becoming even softer. There was a glow about you he couldn’t describe, almost angelic.
His monthly visits had become weekly; you would cook him dinner and he’d stay until the fire in the hearth was embers, and your eyelids became heavy.
But this time, as he stood up to leave, you took his arm.
“Captain…could you stay? Just for tonight.”
He knows he shouldn’t. You’re still grieving and probably just lonely. But he can’t deny the pull you have on him. You’re beautiful and kind-hearted, witty and spirited. His thoughts drift toward you so naturally now, wondering how you’re feeling, if you need anything.
If you need him.
And so he follows you to the bedroom and lays on the bed beside you, making sure to stay on his side and give you the space you need. You toss from side to side, finally lying on your back.
“The baby’s too active tonight. I feel like I’m a human punching bag,” you sigh out, then you roll over to look at Levi.
“Do you want to feel it?”
You gently take his hand and place it on your belly. For a while, he feels nothing but the pounding of his own heart, touching you in what feels to him to be so intimate.
But then there’s a little bump under his hand. Then another.
Levi’s experienced many things in his life, but never has anything brought him so much awe than those two little movements.
He spent that night with his hand on your stomach as you drifted to sleep, and decided right then and there that he would do whatever it took to keep you and that little one safe, healthy, and happy.
It’s your birthday and your daughter wants to celebrate. Her father can do nothing but oblige.
A/N: My submission for Levi Month Day 21; Post-War: Children. ~1.3k words of pure angst.
Credit to @cafekitsune for the dividers!
“Papa, do you think mama would like this?”
A single pebble. A shiny one at that. Levi gave it an expressionless glance and gave a firm nod.
“Mama would like anything you give her, Eden.”
Hardened eyes met soft bright ones, ones that broke out in innocent glee, ones that made Levi Ackerman’s heart swell. There was only one other person who had this effect on him.
You.
The little girl chucked the pebble into a worn pouch, along with other things she wanted to give you. It was your birthday today and Levi had been up early—partly by his own choice, the other because of the giddy toddler who had been preparing for this day for weeks. It had been hard to put Eden down to bed yesterday and the bags under Levi’s eyes were a testament to that.
The day was sunny and so Levi moved forward with his child’s plans, a picnic for mama. Stowed inside a basket were fruit—the ones you and Eden liked—some sandwiches she helped him make, and leftover stew from yesterday’s meal.
“Mama doesn’t like stew,” Eden huffed, wrinkling her nose.
“Mama doesn’t like it, or you don’t like it?”
Eden gave it a seemingly deep thought.
“Neither of us.”
Dinner time had been a struggle yesterday, too. She turned out to be as picky of an eater as her father.
It was less of a struggle now though, compared to a couple of years ago.
Right. Eden was almost five. How quickly the time has passed.
Time, Levi reflected with a pang, time that he wished he had more of.
“Papa,” a little girl with his features, but your eyes, called to him, “let’s pick flowers for mama.” He nodded before his thoughts could ensnare him again.
“This red one, and this blue one, and this pink one…”
It amazed Levi how much she’s grown. She used to be so small, would fit right into his hands like a dainty little package. Now, she counted to ten and back, knew colors, helped him water your garden. She already knew so many things—Levi sometimes found it hard to keep up.
“Mama, you’re going to like my bucket, I promise,” Eden whispered into one of the bell-shaped flowers, a habit she had ever since Levi had told her that you’d hear her if she spoke into them.
“It’s bouquet, Eden,” he corrected her gently and turning to head back to the house when she stopped him.
“Won’t we water the flowers today?”
Levi paused, a twinge of guilt tightening in his chest. So Eden has noticed; Levi has tried not to let the approaching date affect him, but your garden hasn’t been tended to in a week now. The weeds were beginning to creep in, some flowers were wilted and some of the bush was growing wildly in some places.
“Yeah,” he finally answers, his voice softening, “go get the watering can.”
Eden giggled with delight, small shoes pattering around the corner as Levi watched her disappear momentarily. The minutes felt long; a familiar worry settled in his bones, a worry he couldn’t quite shake when his daughter was out of sight.
Levi let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding when Eden finally reappeared. Watering can in tow, they watered the garden together. Levi’s brows were furrowed in concentration, trying not to overwater like you’ve taught him before.
I’ll tend to this later, Levi silently promised as they left the small garden and headed back into the house. He watched as Eden said her goodbyes to each and every flower, exerting patience where there once was none.
With the small basket in tow and a giggling Eden following closely behind, Levi began the familiar trek to the fields to see you.
“Papa, how come you married mama?”
Your toddler exhibited such curiosity that could drive Levi mad at times, but nonetheless he ensured to give her the information she wanted.
“I loved your mama, so I married her.”
Words like love still felt foreign in the former captain’s mouth. Yet, with time, it was getting just a little easier to speak of it—to speak of you.
“So people marry for love?”
Not always.
Very rarely.
“Of course,” he answered, voice steady.
Soon, the cobblestone paths diverted into dirt walkways. The small patch of flowers that had been growing from the cracks of the stone brick now flowed wildly in this section of the road.
Past the willow tree and into the flower fields, alone and by a motionless lake, you were there.
This is where Levi let love in—where he let you in. This is where Levi proposed.
This is where you rested.
“Mama, happy birthday!” Eden exclaimed, her voice ringing out in the quiet air. She took a seat next to the familiar gravestone, pouch already open as she emptied out its contents on the patch of grass she sat on.
Levi watched her for a moment, the weight of the day finally pressing heavily on his heart. Finally, he set the basket down, hand brushing light over the cool stone.
“Here’s this pebble I found today. You can have it, I already have one like it in my room…”
Levi could feel his throat closing up as Eden continued speaking, explaining every single gift she’s brought and what it meant. The pebble, a pink bow she’d begged Levi to buy (a bow he thought was for her), a drawing of a big house and a family of three.
A family of three, Levi wished his family of two could be a family of three. So many nights he spent hoping you were alive somewhere, not just in his mind—those quiet hours when the house felt too empty, and the silence too heavy.
Emotion was getting harder to combat with age, but Levi tried with all his might to refrain from crying. No, today his daughter deserved a moment of happiness, even if you being gone was killing him inside. Even if being here was killing him inside.
But Levi couldn’t stop the tears even if he wanted to.
“Is papa crying?”
He quickly wiped them away with his sleeve.
“No, it’s water.”
“…There was water in papa’s eyes yesterday, too.”
Eden was just like you, always so annoyingly observant. Levi could feel his heart twist at her words.
The flowers swayed peacefully in this part of the field, their soft colors blending with the golden light of the afternoon. The wind blew against Levi’s hair, tickling his face as he watched Eden run and play. A small smile etched itself on his scarred face in this fleeting moment of calm.
When Eden finally tired, she helped her papa clean up and put everything back in the basket. The gifts would stay, except the drawing. Levi had to find a way to secretly take it back home.
“Can we come back soon,” Eden asked, a hint of sadness finally making its way through.
Levi gave a firm nod. “Of course.”
There was a silent pause, a moment of deliberation for the young girl.
“Papa, how come mama can’t be with us?”
She died at childbirth.
“She’s busy,” was Levi’s gruff response, before letting out a heavy sigh. “Mama’s taking care of us…from the sky.” Levi was weary of religion, but if it meant he could spare even a shred of innocence for his daughter for the time being, he’s taking it, no questions asked.
“Mama’s an angel?”
A silent pause.
“Yeah, sure kid.”
She grinned, curiosity quelled for a short minute, before another thought burst through her tiny mind.
“Will you also be an angel one day?”
Levi could feel his heart stop. He hoped so, if it meant he could see you one day. He missed you so much—he missed your smile, your laugh, your playful kisses despite his half-hearted protests. For a brief moment, he allowed himself the comfort of an afterlife with you.
“Yeah, one day,” he finally managed to say, his voice almost breaking.
Eden smiled, her small face lighting up with an innocence that tugged at Levi’s heart.
“Papa, I love you,” Eden says so suddenly, “Mama loves you, too.”
Levi’s breath hitches, a warmth spreading through his chest. His eyes soften, he breaks into a rare, tender smile, one that hadn’t come easily for years.
Titans never scared him. People never scared him. Getting hurt never scared him. Losing all he owned never scared him. Losing you and his daughter though? It terrified him.
So, when you said you needed to go into town for a few things, he was very scared. The two of you were joined at the hip. You helped him so much and loved him, scars and all. Ever since he got hurt in the war and was confined to a wheelchair most of the time, he thought love was never meant for him, but then you came walking into his life.
Levi felt strong before, but the war made him feel weak. When you walked into his life full of love, he felt unstoppable. After you had your daughter with Levi, he felt even stronger. His daughter adored him and always smiled at him. The scars made him think he'd be called a monster and make her cry, but she loved him with everything she had. Levi loved his daughter so much, he would kill for her and you.
While you were gone he was taking care of Kuchel, who was an adorable two years old. Both Levi and Kuchel missed you terribly, but it was only a bit of shopping you needed so you asked for the two to just stay at home, play and have some fun. You'd left a pot of tea, snacks and juice.
Levi was sitting in his wheelchair in the garden while his daughter was sitting on her blanket and playing with her toys. He smiled fondly at his daughter as she wiggled and moved her toys around.
Kuchel looked over at Levi and laughed. "Dada!"
Levi smiled brightly. "I'm right here. Daddy's here."
She stood up carefully and walked over to him. "Mama?"
"She's gone on an adventure. She'll be back soon."
She stared at him before nodding. "Mama, go."
He chuckled. "Yes, mama go." He watched her walk to her blanket and sit down. "Such a sweetheart."
He relaxed in his chair and adjusted the blanket on his lap. He gazed a moment down the path and wished you'd appear. Levi struggled to be without you. He never knew deep love could do this to a person, but he was absolutely infatuated with you.
"Ah!"
Levi looked over at his daughter to see she had fallen over. "Kuchel?"
She sat back to show she had a cut on her cute knee. Her eyes filled with tears. "Dadaaaaa."
Levi shot out of his chair and limped over to his daughter. "I'm coming! Daddy's coming!" He scooped her up into his arms. "I've got you." He limped inside the house and sat her on the kitchen counter. "Let me look." He moved her dress as she whimpered. "It's just a tiny cut." He sighed. "You're okay."
Kuchel sniffed. "Ow."
He kissed her forehead. "I know, ow." He picked her up again and grabbed the first aid kit you and he always kept topped up. He raced back outside and sat with her on the blanket. "Let's fix you up."
Kuchel rubbed her tears. "Dada."
He cleaned her knee up. "You're so very brave."
She hummed. "Yes."
He smiled at her. "You'll have a little scare, like daddy." He pointed to one on his arm. "Like this."
She touched the scare. "Mm." She looked at her knee. "Dada." She giggled. "Like dada."
He nodded. "That's right, like dada." He put a small patch on it and then wrapped it up. "There, all patched up."
She patted it. "Dada done."
He hummed a laugh. "Yes, all done."
She stood up and walked over to him. She climbed onto him and sat on his lap. "Hug."
Levi wrapped his arms around his daughter. "I'm here."
"Well." Both Levi and Kuchel looked over at you. You smiled brightly. "What a lovely thing to return to."
Kuchel gasped. "Mama!"
You giggled. "Hello."
Levi's eyes lit up as he shouted your name. "My darling!"
You walked over. "Hello, handsome." You placed your bag down before sitting on the blanket and kissed your husband and daughter. "Everything go okay?"
Levi adjusted Kuchel. "She had a tiny fall, but she's all patched up and she was so brave."
You cupped her face and kissed her nose. "My good sweet little girl." You sighed before kissing Levi. "You must have been so worried."
"I was panicked. I missed you. I wanted you. But, I acted fast and she's all better."
You cuddled up to Levi. "Such a wonderful dad and husband."
He puffed out his chest a little. "Thank you. I love you so much. I love you both."
Do u think u can do a headcannon of levi akerman becoming a single dad to a daughter (mom died in childbirth) at least 2 years before he got captured by the the Scout Regiment just show how he take care of her and shit and how the squad would view her as well if u can also add like eren having a crush on her without her knowledge but levi knows lol please and thank u
Yes absolutely!
-Personally I think this man would be a fucking mess after the passing of his spouse. Obviously on the outside he’s calm and collected but once he’s alone with his child he’ll break down and sob.
-He already doesn’t trust people so you’d have to really be on Levi’s good side and prove he can trust you with his baby when he needs to leave and fight.
-He knows practically nothing about babies and small children. The idea of having his own before it happened used to gross him out. They’re sticky and loud and gross.
-He’d take them to a lot of the older ladies in town to ask for help and advice. What to feed it, how to dress them for the weather, what they do for fun.
-He tried his hardest to come home alive but now it matters twice as much to him. He’ll be damned if his kid grows up an orphan.
-He succeeded in coming home, greeting you and watching you grow up.
-When his baby got her first period he actually flipped his shit. He didn’t know what the hell was going on. So he did what he knew best and took you to the older ladies for help.
-When you got old enough he’d tell you stories about your mom. What she was like, how they met, how life went after they were married and found out about you.
-He tried his best to keep you from the squad, especially Eren. Eventually unfortunately it could no longer be avoided. Once you reached your early teen years, and ventured off on your own you would follow him to work.
-It was nice for you to have kids your age. Friends, people to look after you when he wasn’t around and hopefully keep you out of trouble.
-That could only be avoided for so long once you joined the trio. Mikasa was ecstatic to have a girlfriend who could understand her.
-That doesn’t mean Levi stopped watching you guys from a distance. When you heard that they were all joining the scouts you were happy for them. You knew your dad wouldn’t let you ever think about joining.
-While you were busy making sure they all came home unscathed, Eren was focused on coming back to you.
-He couldn’t remember when his crush on you had started. It just sorta happened one day and he’s kept it under wraps. Levi could tell though, and he was not happy about it.
-Mikasa clearly felt strongly for Eren and when she confided her crush to you, you were so giggly. You tried you best to do what you could to help them. But for some reason Eren was just so goddamn sense he wasn’t grasping it.
-Nonetheless you were determined to play matchmaker to the best of your abilities.
-Every night was the same for you and Levi. You be at home before the sun set and you’d have the table made and set ready for him to come home and make you guys dinner. You know how particular your dad was about his meals so you left it up to him.
-On the weekends you guys would go to the square and buy bread and vegetables for dinner and just enjoy spending the time you could together.
-He’d kiss you on your forehead before bed and when you’d come down for breakfast and tea.
-He’d buy you a new book he’d think you’d like and bring it home as a gift.
-He wasn’t huge on holding hands because of germs so you’d loop your arms or hold the sleeve of his shirt. He found it endearing.
-life was good up until the rumbling and you weren’t sure if you’d ever see your dad again. But somehow he always managed to come back to you.
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Imagine having two kids (twins or not, both works) with Levi sounds all good and wholesome.
Until you realize just how much you underestimated Levi's genes.
Like damn, these are toddlers and you'd be all over the place just to watch them not hurt themselves playing.
Mind you, these kids, are Ackerman kids. They have as much energy as their father. More so since well kids being kids. You'd have to match their energy or you'd be left in the dust. I don't mean that they'd be like monsters (maybe?), but they'll sure be a menace to babysit.
And that's just for when you guys are at home.
Imagine if you need to work.
Just imagine if you guys are at a family outing in a park, where there's people around. God just pray that you won't lose sight of them the second you just try snack on something, talk to Levi, or just buy something in one of the stalls. You'd miss one of them, worse, both of them if you're the only one taking them out. If you're with Levi, well he's not perfect and there are definitely times for when he missed one of them or both of them. Immediately bringing them back to where you are or where you guys are supposed to be seated.
Unless well you turn out to be one heck of a goddess at babysitting kids then all the better.
And this is why when the kids grew up to like five or older, more often than not. You and Levi would have to teach them how to properly behave. And as years pass, teaching them became a little harder, but it has it's own rewards. Naturally, as they grow older, methods on teaching them proper behavior adjust accordingly as well.
Yes, I know Levi mentioned that "Pain is the best kind of discipline," but this is more likely because it's being applied, to Eren a soldier like he is, who also has a stubborn attitude. Not to mention, a titan shifter who's limbs regenerate like a lizard. That's him as a captain, as a superior officer.
But he's a bit more gentle as a father. Especially as a father to his kids with you. He's stern, one quality that's never removed from him. Sometimes a little intimidating. And sometimes, you would be the balancer of sorts to his intimidating nature when teaching your kids to behave.
It's a long process, but it works for both of you, Levi, and your little family with him.
Content: 2.3k words. A second sequel (part I, part II) of dad Levi's birthday and Christmas in one.
A/n: Why do I rush each of these out?! I hope you love it and the idea for Levi's present!
It's warm and cozy in the house. Outside there are piles of newly fallen snow overnight.
You yawn as you wake up and stretch, opening your eyes with a smile. It's the best sleep you've gotten in nights.
"Morning." You hear the mumble of your husband who has been awake waiting for you. He reaches over to hold you in his arm.
"Morning Levi. Merry Birthday." You snuggle into his chest for a few minutes.
In your mind you know you should be up and out of bed already. It's daylight and your little ones must be ready for you.
"Eveything is fine." Levi tells you, knowing your thoughts.
Your ten year old daughter is up, it is Christmas morning after all. She's watching her six month old baby brother in his swingset while having some oatmeal, after helping her father feed the baby.
"Did you sleep okay?" You ask, kissing Levi's cheek and stroking his arm, taking his word for it that all is well.
"I did, love." He leans in to kiss your forehead. He came back to bed just a few minutes before.
Yesterday, an old injury of Levi's acted up quite a bit. He limped around some before you got him into a warm bath.
He felt bad about not being able to help around the house much, and on Christmas eve, but you told him not to worry. He always takes good care of you and your children, you are happy to be there when he needs you.
Plus your daughter is a big help. She adores her baby brother as much as you do and would do anything to assist, especially when she knows her father isn't feeling well.
It put a big smile on her face earlier in the day when she saw he was feeling better today.
"Come on, let's go see our babies." You finally say after a bit of cuddling time.
You and Levi get up and put on our robes and go out to the living room.
Your daughter who just finished her oatmeal comes over to hug you. "Happy Christmas mama."
"Happy Christmas my sweet girl." You kiss her head and hug her.
"Merry birthday daddy." She goes over to hug Levi again and they sit on the couch together as you go see your bright eyed baby boy.
"Hello my little prince!" You light up at seeing him and he makes happy babbling noises at you.
Picking him up you join your family on the couch.
You bounce the baby on your knee while your daughter plays peek-a-boo with him. Levi smiles at the sight and reaches out to stroke your hair.
"I'm so happy you're feeling better." You tell him.
"Thanks to you I am. Thank you." He gives you an adoring look reserved just for you.
You've gotten used to what to do to help him through when his leg pains start in again. Of course you all wish it wouldn't happen, but it's more bearable for him with you there.
After some sweet silent looks pass between you, you turn to your daughter.
"Sorry I'm a bit late today. What do you want to do this morning?"
"Uncle Jean and Connie are coming over to take me sledding later! Can we bake some cookies for them?" She asks, looking between you and Levi.
"Well of course! Come on!" You grin and stand up with the baby.
Levi pulls his swing into the kitchen, a safe distance from any appliances, and you put him back in so you can keep an eye on him while you bake.
Last night the boys called to see if it would be okay to come over. A few hours in the early afternoon wouldn't interrupt family time, and they themselves are considered your extended family.
You'd already started exchanging a few presents Christmas eve, and would finish the rest in the evening, while also dedicating some of the day to Levi for his birthday.
You put on your "world's best cook" apron you unwrapped last night while Levi puts on a chefs hat, both presents from your daughter. She giggles and claps at seeing you wear the things.
"Daddy, it's your birthday, what type of cookies should we make?" She asks him, pulling out pans and spatulas.
"Hmm, those almond cookies we made recently were pretty good." He knows everyone likes those.
"Yes! And we have all the ingredients." You smile and together begin baking.
Soon you're all humming along to holiday music on the radio and laughing. Somehow the baby sleeps through most of it, once in a while giggling along with you.
With everyone helping you're able to make a second type of cookie, and you insist on an apple pie recipe that you found in an old magazine you got at a thrift store.
You see Levi's eyes light up. Apples are his favorite fruit.
"It is your birthday after all." You give him a kiss as you pass by to get more ingredients.
Levi stands back a moment, taking in the scene of his wife and little girl dancing around the kitchen, with his sleeping baby boy being rocked by the swing set in the corner. Somehow he's still the luckiest man alive.
"Daddy! We need another bowl!" Your daughter calls to him, snapping him back with a blind.
"Yes my little reindeer, coming right up." He is glad the pains of yesterday are gone and he is able to participate in the fun.
Just as the new cookies are coming out of the oven there's a knock on the door.
"Yay!" Your daughter tears off the oven mitts and heads to the door.
"Ouch!" Levi grabs a hot apple cookie for himself before anyone else can get to it, burning his fingers slightly, tossing it back and fourth from hand to hand.
"See who it is first!" You yell out to your daughter. "Levi!" You turn to him next, getting a plate for him.
"Sorry. Thanks." He says a little sheepishly.
Your baby boy is up now making a fuss from the commotion.
Levi washes his hands and picks him up while you finish laying out the goodies on the counter, smirking at your husband as he uses his free hand to pop the apple cookie into his mouth.
You go into the living room to find three new faces.
Jean and Connie are laying out presents they brought for everyone as Sasha is hugging your daughter.
"You've grown!" She says to her.
The trio then turn to greet you.
"Hey all." You smile at them, thanking them for the gifts, and let them know before they head out there's cookies in the kitchen.
"Awesome!" Connie cheers and goes over to greet Levi and the baby before going to get some goods.
Jean does the same, but Sasha comes over to tickle the baby a little bit, making him giggle. She has been a great babysitter since your daughter was little.
"Go get some before those bums eat them all" Levi tells her, knowing she really wants some sweets.
She doesn't need to be asked twice and now you're all back in the kitchen eating cookies.
"These are delicious!"
"Thanks for sharing!"
The younger trio may cause a ruckus at times, but really are a big help when you need a bit.
"Come on princess, ready to go sledding?" Jean asks your daughter who lights up.
"Go on, we'll put your brother to bed first then be out." Levi tells her, and she and the guys head out.
"Can I help?" Sasha asks you. She has lots of little siblings and will babysit for you again soon.
"Sure." You thank her and head up to put your little boy down for a nap. Making sure he's comfy you take the baby monitor and go out into the front yard.
You find the instant camera that you got for Christmas last year and take photos of all the fun.
There's sledding and snowman building and a small snowball fight leaving everyone laughing.
"Thanks for coming over guys. What else do you have planned?" You ask as you head back inside after a while.
"We have a few other places to go. But of course we had to stop here!" Sasha says happily.
Before they go everyone asks to see the baby again and you wake him from his nap. He's slept enough that he's not too fussy and is content being passed around for a few minutes.
You open up the gifts from them, both your children getting more spoiled, and a couple things included for you and Levi.
"Here, for you." You give each of them a little something too, and a couple cookies for the road.
You say your goodbyes soon after and are back down to just the members of the household and make something for lunch and put on a movie while eating. You let Levi pick.
"How about we watch a home movie?" He suggests, and you and your daughter think that's a very good idea.
You spend the rest of the afternoon cuddled on the couch, watching scenes of your and Levi's wedding, some of your daughters birthdays, and a trip to a national park.
In between you put your son back down for another quick nap to stay on schedule and finish the rest of the gift giving before dinner.
"Oh! The slippers I wanted!" You laugh at the furry cushioned slippers in bright yellow.
"It was the only color in your size." Levi says, kissing your cheek.
"I love them." You hug him as your daughter opens up a new puzzle.
A few more rounds reveal books for everyone and some homemade accessories your daughter made at school.
One last present has Levi's name on it.
"For your birthday." As is custom, he gets the last gift of the night.
"I don't know what else I could need or that you could give me." He says, taking the thin box.
You turn to him and your daughter sits at his feet.
"It couldn't possibly be…" He trails off, and you laugh and shake your head.
"No, no more upcoming children. That was last years present." Not to say there wouldn't be another one in the future.
Levi unwraps it and looks at it a moment.
"It's not quite as personal as a few others, but it's… well, I hope you like it." You look at your daughter who is grinning. She knows her daddy will love it.
"It's a… comic book." He realizes this but can't seem to grasp it.
The hero, is him. Somehow you have put an animated Levi on the cover of a comic book.
He flips through the pages, that have him having his own superhero identity, fighting crime, saving the day, and coming home to his family. You. You're all in this book. Even your son. Every detail down to Levi's missing fingers from his accident years earlier.
"It's our way of saying, you're our hero. Everyday, sweetheart." You say, brushing his hair back as he quietly flips through it all.
"You're a superhero dad!" You daughter says, laying her head on his knee.
"I'm… I'm your…" He's speechless. It almost would seem like a silly gift, that you would give a teenage boy, not a husband and father of two with an injury that acts up sometimes.
"Thank you." He says quietly, sounding a little emotional.
Levi loves it. He loves that you're all in it. That he can save the day, come to the rescue, and live out his days with his family.
"The suit's a little corny." He jokes, making you and your daughter laugh and hug him.
He puts the book down and hugs you back.
"I'll, I'll need an updated one in a few years." He tells you, voice a little shaky. One for when the kids are a little older.
This is how you really view him. Even though you tell him, for some reason, this finally makes it sink in. He's your hero.
You settle back in and look over the book together. It warms all your hearts. Especially the parts that you're all together.
You don't realize the time until you hear your son babbling on the baby monitor.
You put all the gifts aside and stand up. Hugging Levi you kiss his cheek. "Merry birthday, my love." You head up to get your son.
Your daughter leans on her fathers arm as they walk into the kitchen.
"You really like it, daddy?" She asks him.
"I do. I really do." He kisses her head.
"Daddy, I was thinking. I know right now isn't a good time, cause a baby is a lot of work…" She trails off with her thought.
"They are. What are you thinking of?" Levi asks her.
"Next year, maybe if we both ask, mama will let us have a dog." She looks up at him.
He chuckles and looks down at her.
Yes, babies are a lot of work, so now isn't the right time. His daughter is a smart one. She also has very good ideas.
"That could be something I could get behind." They share a knowing smile, just as you come into the kitchen.
"Ready to eat, my loves?" You ask with your son on your hip, feeling like maybe you missed something, but adoring the moments Levi gets to share with your daughter.
"Yes, let's eat!" They both exclaim, helping around the kitchen.
The plan for next year is put out of their minds. There is a lot of time for that. Tonight, you are all a happy family, another successful Christmas day and birthday. With many more to come.
