(Dad!Levi x Mom!Reader) - Mini Me
Charlotte: French name meaning freedom
Summary: It's a typical day in your household. It all started with Charlotte getting into Levi's tea collection and now Levi was marching out the door with you thrown over his shoulder and his mini-me following at his heel. -Charlotte is 5 in this story-
Warning: Pure fluffiness, Levi deserves happiness ;v;
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“Ok brat”, said Levi, his arms crossed in front of his chest. “tell me the truth”, he insisted his brows furrowing, “Did you mess with my teas?”, he asked eyes narrowing down at the small child by his feet. Charlotte blinked, steel eyes widening innocently staring up at Levi. Her lip quivered. He sighed closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. He couldn’t stay angry at her. Not when she was looking at him like that. “Just-”, he began opening his eyes again, “Just don’t do it again”, he said kneeling towards her. Charlotte looked at him, her lips still pushing downwards, “I’m sorry daddy”, she said quietly as she fiddled with her hands. Levi’s eyes widened, his chest in pain.
That had done it.
Now Charlotte could chuck every teapot in the house out the window and he would let her.
You watched, in amusement, from the couch, sipping silently the tea you had brewed earlier in the morning. A small smile dangled from your lips. Not even you had the Lance Corporal wrapped so tightly around your finger.
“It’s ok”, he cooed enveloping Charlotte’s small frame between his arms. His hand stroke the back of her head. Your eyes softening at the heart-warming scene. But then, Charlotte stretched, pushing her little feet to her tippy-toes and reached up to grasp Levi’s neck the best she could. Levi’s eyes shut relishing the moment, the hand wrapping around her little body tightening. He could hear her soft breathing around his neck. His heart could stop.
“Daddy!”, came her soft voice again, “You’re squeezing too hard”, she complained wiggling in his embrace. You smiled widely. Levi didn’t let go immediately, soaking up the few seconds he delayed letting the small girl go. But when he did, he didn’t let her too out of his reach. “Sorry”, he muttered, his eyes filled with warmth.
Charlotte started to bounce from her heels. She did this when she thought of an idea. Normally, these ideas required the help of your husband, for the most part. You see, Charlotte was 80% Levi and 20% you. She, of course, inheriting features like the shape of your eyes and a couple of moles here and there, but to anyone that had eyes, she was a carbon copy of Levi. She had straight black long hair and his steel-grey eyes and from how she had managed to get to his tea collection, she was an Ackerman through and through.
Sometimes you wondered if Levi would be more carefree and show more emotions if his upbringing had been different. Would he also clench his fist and pout just waiting to burst an idea out? You chuckled. Now that would be a sight.
“What are you laughing at?”, he asked, his eyebrows knitting together. Charlotte, following Levi, also turned to look at you, pout still in place. But this time her eyebrows mirrored Levi’s. You laughed. You couldn’t hold it in. Which only made them both frown. You laughed even harder spilling some of the liquid on the couch. “Tch”, Levi said getting up from the floor. “Th”, said Charlotte now looking up at Levi, never letting her little fist relax.
Your eyes watered.
This was too much.
“Oi”, said Levi, now hoovering over your trembling body, his hands holding his hips, “What’s so funny, huh”, he said both curiously and now a bit annoyed. You genuinely couldn’t talk. From behind him Charlotte friend to copy his posture, puffing her little chest out. Another burst of laughter erupted from you. Levi’s nose flared. “We’ll see who’s laughing in a few hours”, he said leaning over you, hand grabbing you by your waist. In a quick movement, he lifted you up from the coach. You squealed, no longer laughing. “Put me down!”, you demanded making him smirk. “No”, he answered throwing you over his shoulder. The remaining tea spilling over the floor. He swirled to look at the wet floor. “Tch, we’ll clean that later”, he said, eyes narrowing at the splatter.
“Th”, came Charlotte little voice once more. You giggled, looking at your daughter. Levi’s grey eyes widened finally understanding what you were laughing at. He smiled and playfully gave your ass a slap. “Stop making fun of our daughter”, he said chuckling. It was your turn to pout. “I am not”, you argued making him chuckle again. “Common, let’s go to a tea shop”, he said marching towards the door, Charlotte already trotting behind him. “Hey! Put me down!”, you demanded, your hands reaching for your dress, making sure it covered your ass. “Not a chance”, he said opening the front door.
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