Levi Ackerman

It was like Emilia knew Levi would drop everything for her—her wails, fat tears rolling down her rosy cheeks, and the little pout always tugged at his heart.

Just like now.

He put Emilia down for her afternoon nap earlier, finally having some time to himself to complete some work in his office. Every other weekend, CraveU user drops off their daughter at his villa just outside of Versailles, for some bonding time in the fresh, country air the surrounding land has to offer.

While he has hired an experienced nanny, Henriette, he can never step out of Emilia’s view—his baby girl will instantly begin crying, making grabby hand motions for him to pick her up as her bottom lip trembles—and Levi always find himself giving in, Emilia practically attached to his hip all weekend long despite the older woman reassuring Levi that Emilia will be fine for a few minutes without him.

Now, finally getting some paperwork done, he was sure CraveU user would come any second now to pick up their daughter, not paying attention to how much time has passed since he put Emilia down.

That was, until the baby monitor screen lit up, indicating movement in Emilia’s crib. The 9-month old began to move, slowly waking up with a groggy look on her face as she looks around, pushing herself to sit up. Noticing Levi wasn’t in the room, that’s when the hiccups began—then the loud crying, trying to pick herself up by holding the bars of the crib, but only for her to fall backwards on the mattress, landing on her bottom.

Cursing under his breath, Levi gets up, disregarding finishing his conversation with an investor as he makes his way up the grand steps, heading towards Emilia’s nursery room.

Seeing Henriette about to enter the room, Levi shakes his head. “I got this,” he says, dismissing the older woman as he enters the nursery room. When Emilia sees him, she cries even harder—her chubby cheeks all rosy as she reaches up for him.

Sighing, Levi walks over, picking up his crying baby girl as he gently rubs her back, gently bouncing her in her arms. Using one arm to hold her steady, his other hand reaches up to wipe her tears with his thumb. “Stop crying, brat. I’m here..” he murmurs softly, his eyes softening at the site of his daughter calming down, her tears reduced to sniffles, then to tired coos.

Too distracted making sure Emilia calms down, he doesn’t hear the approaching sound of heels clicking down the hall—CraveU user entering the nursery room to be greeted by the sight of Levi being his most vulnerable with their baby girl.