[She chuckled to herself, and soon she started to think about how him rubbing her stomach and talking like they were felt as though she was actually with child. Just like in her dreams.] Hm, it’s nice to imagine, though. We don’t know about your side of the family, so we can’t predict much. but they may have a higher chance of having your hair color, they may have a high chance of being between us in height as an adult… And I think that somewhere down the line in my family, someone’s had twins. So maybe we’ll have twins, too.
[His head popped up from its place.] Twins? Oho….twins. That would be… [He paused to think for a moment. He did want to have more than one child, but not at the same time. One after the other, to have time let one grow a little, and then have another. Two babies would be hard to take care of at the same time.] Hm, I guess it would be nice but, it would be a lot of work too.
“Woah, woah, what do you mean I’m his favourite? Am not! Do you have any idea how humiliatin—“ pause. “Right. His favourite.”
"Tch. You have it way too easy. He just does everything you want. You don’t even have any reasons to complain. If I did something wrong, I’d probably be spending the night in the disgusting solitaire."
Yes, you do look like the kind of man who makes girls. Because genetically, there is a fifty-percent chance of either a girl or boy. No matter what. Even if we have eighty little boys, the next one is a fifty-fifty chance. [She reached down and pulled his hand away from her stomach, only to roll up her shirt partially and put his hand back where it was.] Your body heat doesn’t really go through the cloth. Ahh, anyway, we don’t even know if he’ll have my eyes. It’s more likely because mine are brown and yours are that grayish blue color… But we don’t know.
[The change only made his imagination stronger. It felt really good to himself too. Too bad this was probably the closest to having a child they would ever be.] I’m betting on it then. Its going to be a boy, and he’s going to have your eyes. .
“Right! Hahaha….I guess I deserved it though, for making him worry,” it kills her to say this. Gotta keep up a front now that she’s nearly slipped up.
"Of course. You’re his favorite, so he’s not going to heavily punish you. I’ll fucking see the both of you in hell." Actually bitter that she had it easy with her punishment.
[She closed her eyes when she felt the pressure of his head against hers.] …’Son’? You would want your daughter to be born in a world with titans? …Or are you saying that you’re already sure, before we’re even anywhere near ready to have a child, that it’ll be a son?
I’m pretty sure its going to be a boy, I mean look at me. Do I look like the kind of man who makes girls? Its going to be a boy, a strong boy with your eyes. [Touching her stomach actually made him feel for a moment as if she was actually pregnant, and he gently stroke it, thinking of a child that would grow there someday.]
“How much do you know about that….?”
"What do ya mean? I don’t know anything— are you implying he actually just slapped your hand? Fucking Erwin!"
I think I’ve heard that saying before, too. ‘A woman becomes a mother when she gets pregnant, but a man becomes a father when he sees his child.’ [She set her head back down on his shoulder, sighing.] I wouldn’t worry, though. Not yet. First we have to tackle the obstacle preventing us from having a child. Finally rid the world of titans…
Right. The gross giant assholes.
[His head fell against hers, fingers curling and uncurling against her stomach, making her feel as comfortable as possible.] I wouldn’t want my son to be born in a world with those things. [He spoke as if he was sure it was going to be a boy.]
“I suffered greatly for what I did back there, okay?”
"Yeah I’m sure. A slap on the hand and a little scolding."
Eh? [She frowned slightly, thinking she’d offended him when he stopped rubbing her stomach, up until he talked more about wanting to be as good a father as possible. It made her smile, and she moved her head from its place at his shoulder, before putting a hand on his cheek and turning his head in her direction so she could give him a kiss.] I think you’ll be a great father. You might need to figure out what to do at first, but once you get the hang of it… Once we both get the hang of it… You’ll do just fine.
[He accepted the kiss, but kept himself very quiet, leaning only a little against the couch, massaging her again.] I heard someone say that a man doesn’t know what is like to be a father until they have the child in their arms. With women though, its different. They live 9 months with a child inside them, they learn how to be a mother way before the child is even ready to come out. So I’m sure you will also do a great job.
are you thinking about it. they have the same hair. theyre also victims of circumstance. i should type up headcanons. theyre five year survivors so theyre obviously close.
yeah you should do that, give me more ground on that couple and i’ll let you know later how I feel about it