HOPE YOU ENJOY 

PLEASE VOTE

Side Note: I just noticed that I never actual hit the publish button. I thought I uploaded this one with the other version. But clearly I didn't. And it's just been sitting in my drafts this whole time. So sorry. 

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Mondays were the days they visited their fallen friends and love ones. Not all of them were able to be given their own graves but with the money saved and earned as standing as heroes. They created a memorial for those that couldn't hold a grave, their names engraved, old and new, none were going to be forgotten. 

Everyone hated Mondays and so, visiting the dead and promising to not forget them seemed to be done on a sad and depressing day. They didn't go every Monday, some graves weren't easy for a wheelchair user to reach when the weather was bad. And they'd sometimes fallen sickly themselves. 

But at least one Monday of the month, they'd visit all the graves linked to their past. Their saved money taking a dip for all the flowers bought. Sometimes they'd sit together while visiting and sometimes they'll separate to give the other space to speak in private with their fallen friends. 

She knew she wouldn't be visiting for a couple of months. Not when her belly was almost as big as the horse that pulled their cart. She knew carrying a child shouldn't stop her from doing what she wants or loves. But she was a nervous first time mother deep down and rather be home where she felt comfortable and safe for when the baby decides to come greet her and their father. 

She knew how bad her luck could be. She knew that while she visits a grave with no one around, she'll fall into labour. So, for the next month, she'd be staying home and her dear husband would be going out to shop and do anything needing to be done outside of their land. 

She was excited to be a mother, to chase after a child that held the charms of both her and her husband. To pass on the old war stories and knowing her child would be able to grow up with freedom, with the power to be anything they wanted to be. 

She wanted to give her child the world as her husband promised to give them the universe itself if they desired it. 

She just wasn't keen on the labour side of motherhood. 

Unlike most men, her husband understood her concerns and fears. He didn't laugh or look down on her for her worries. Instead he listened and agreed that they'd do as much as possible to make her feel safe and comfortable during the pregnancy. That he passed on his own fears over labour after hearing some horror stories from other men at the pub. 

He wasn't a drunk but Jean, Connie and Armin would drag him down whenever their old friends would visit and try to have a man's outing together. As soon as he mentioned his concerns with fatherhood, a stranger who was listening in got the whole pub talking over their wives, sisters or mothers birthing stories. 

It did not help to calm his nerves at all and only made him more determined to be a better husband to his wife during this stage of her life. He'd hold her hand, not leave the room at all unless she threatened to end his life. He'd face whatever horrors happen during child birth with her and never mention anything he witnessed that might make her feel bad or embarrassed. 

He was going to make her feel safe, loved and protected. That he wasn't just loving her for an heir but for her. He wouldn't leave her side even once their child is born, he might hold the child while she rests but he's stay sitting by her beside until she wakes again. 

They were a team, they've survived titans, humans and the rumbling. 

They could survive parenthood ... hopefully. 

It's why she held nothing but warmth and content-ness as she lazed on their sofa, her back comfortably pushed into her husband's chest with his arms hooked under her armpits and his hands rubbing soothing circles onto her stomach, stopping their child from ruining their happy and relaxing moment together. 

She smiled every time his lips pressed a kiss into her hair or forehead. Feeling his chuckle as well as hearing it when she'd try to press kisses to his chin in return. 

She lived for moments like this, for the peace. 

She's fought too much in her life, they both have and the real victory of winning was that they finally didn't have to fight anymore. Well, no fights pass who gets to use the hot water for their bath first. Any for the last bit of tea leafs. 

Instead, they got to just snuggle up in their home and finally enjoy a life with each other. And soon enough, they'll be wrapping their arms around the third member of their family and live happily ever after. 

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A/N: I'll admit I'm not as happy over this one as some I've done in the past. But I'm uploading it anyway.