"I'm bored."

"Not surprising. I literally have nothing to do unless it's for a three year old." I said to him as I stared at the tv screen. He sighed and turned it off. "The fuck? I was sort of not really watching that!" I yelled playfully, causing him to laugh. He got up and walked to my stereo, which I didn't know he knew where it was.

"Can you still dance?" He asked and I nodded very slowly. He smirked. "Come here then." He said and started pushing my furniture around until there was open floor space. I slowly got up and walked even slower towards him. He fooled around with the buttons on the stereo and a song started playing. A classical one, one that I would've danced to back when I danced. He then turned to me. He took one of my hands and placed it on his shoulder, then putting his hand on my waist while interlocking our hands together.

And then we started dancing. It was a slow yet beautiful waltz that would've been given an award if it had been seen. I was glancing around the room so I wouldn't have to look at him, but in the end my eyes settled into his and I couldn't look away. We moved together as one and when the music finally came to an end, we didn't stop; until of course I snapped out of it and pulled away.

"Where'd you learn to dance like that?" I asked to kill some of the tension. He stood there awkwardly for a minute before answering.

"Nowhere. I just kinda knew." Right, I thought. Because you can totally dance like a fucking pro without having any kind of teaching okay. Then I stopped my train of thought, realizing that I was that good without having any training. "That was fun."

"Right." I said and looked at the clock, yawning a bit. "I'm gonna head to bed." I said and he nodded.

"Mind if I borrow your shower?" He asked and I shrugged. He nodded and I went off to my bedroom, getting ready for bed when I heard the shower turn on. He knocked on my door and opened it a bit. He wasn't wearing a shirt and damn was he built. "Where are your towels?"

"Where do you think?" I asked for no reason and he laughed a bit. He then proceeded to walk into my room and into my bathroom and grabbed a towel out of the drawer that had my towels in it. He smiled and waved to me before he walked back out. "God fucking dammit Reiner." I said as I flopped onto my bed, sighing loudly. Then my phone rang.

Sighing again, I dug it out of my pants pocket and answered it. "Hello?"

"Uh, hi." It was Armin. "Look, Mr. Hoover I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't know that Annie was your wife. I'd volunteered at a rehab clinic and she was who I was assigned to and we started talking and then it just kinda- look I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it."

"No, no it's not that I was mad about that part. She can walk out on me all she wants, and I won't be entirely upset about it but if she thinks that she can walk out on her own fucking daughter and then think it's alright to try and act like she didn't make the precious little baby cry for not having her second parent? Hell no. I have your fucking sister and her fiancé acting more like parents than Annie right now, hell Mikasa said that Reiner would be a good daddy." I said, using hand gestures while I laid on my bed.

"Right. I understand completely about how you feel. I will most definitely make sure she knows that if she goes to get custody after leaving and being on illegal drugs she will most likely not get custody. Thank you for being understanding. Have a nice night." And then he hung up. I sighed again. I'd been sighing a lot.

"Well that seemed like an interesting phone call." I heard from the door and I looked to see Reiner standing there with boxers on and a towel around his neck. He walked further into the room, coming right in front of where I'd sat up on the bed. I looked up to his face and sighed, face palming on his abs.

"Reiner why can't you have body fat or something? It's like a fucking brick wall." He laughed and ran a hand through my hair. I put my hand on his upper hip bone, feeling his muscles as I did so. He shivered a bit and I stopped. "Sorry."

"No, it just tickled is all." Then I smirked.

"So you're ticklish?"

"No!" Too late, I started tickling him on the side. Eventually I had him pinned down on the bed and I stopped to breathe. We were both breathing hard. He was looking up at me with a tired smile. "You're pretty cool. I mean, you fucking took me down!" I laughed again.

"Same to you." I said and put my hands on either side of his head. "That reminds me, I would like to formally invite you to every birthday party Mikasa has for the rest of her life." I said.

"Hmm, I may have some stuff those days." He said and then smirked. "But I think I can take a rain check." I laughed and got off of him. I rolled onto my side of the bed and sighed. He rolled onto the other side, where Annie used to sleep, and turned the lamp off. "When will she be four anyway?"

"Eight months." I said without thinking. "Night." I said, him doing the same and I drifted off into sleep.
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"Anyone who has an objection against these two joining together in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace!" The preacher said. Everyone looked around for a moment. No one did anything but I could see the internal conflict in Ymir about objecting. My next actions surprised everyone, even me.

"No. I can't just stand here and watch the man I love marry someone else." I said aloud, loud enough for everyone to hear me. I walked down from the little platform I was on at the alter, down the aisle, and through the doors. I heard gasps as someone followed me but I didn't dare turn around to see who it was.
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"Goddammit." I said as I got up out of the bed. I looked over to the sleeping form next to me and smiled, running a hand through his hair gently. "If we aren't meant to be," I began softly to myself. "Then why do I feel like I loved you once?"

Guys I'm sorry this is shit. Omg.