So, as we all know today is Father’s Day and while yes I do agree that Zeke and Erwin do have daddy energy - let’s take a moment to appreciate someone who also has that energy.
And yes, I do think she’d liked to be called that. Don’t @ me we all know it’s true.
Also, this is cringe but I wanted to have something out for Father’s Day - so... happy Father’s Day?
Imagine coming home to your guy’s shared apartment, hands hidden behind your back while she’s sitting on the couch. Ymir doesn’t celebrate Father’s Day so she’s not even aware of the special occasion. A smile flickers across her face when she sees you, eyebrow quirking at the obvious lack of care hiding whatever it is from her.
“Hm... nothing much,” you reply, retrieving the box from behind her and presenting it proudly to her. You gave special care to wrap it in her favorite color, the paper crinkling with how hard you’re gripping it.
Ymir still looks mildly confused as she takes it from you - gives it a little shake and hears something thumping around inside. “Seriously, what’s the occasion? It’s not our anniversary, it’s not my birthday, you look like you’re trying to not to laugh while I’m holding this fucking box.”
“It’s a gift, dummy. Stop trying to overanalyze it.” Despite your (somewhat) reassuring words she doesn’t appear all that trusting, gingerly removing the wrapping paper. Ymir gives it one more shake before taking off the lid.
When she plucks out a folded article of clothing the lines on her face soften, inspecting it, feeling the fabric underneath her fingers. “So... what? You went clothes shopping? Don’t think you needed to go all out for it.”
You move to sit next to her, your thigh pressed against hers. “Will you shut up and actually look at the shirt!?”
“Damn, calm your tits down,” she grumbles, though does as you say. When the shirt has been unfolded in front of her Ymir’s brows scrunch together as she reads: “This daddy belongs to...” Her jaw slackens.
Your arms wrap around her neck to pull her into a hug. “Happy Father’s Day!”
If you didn’t know any better you would think that Ymir is trying to process what the hell she’s reading with her very own eyes, staring dumbly before her head lolls back with a sigh.
“This is the stupidest shit I’ve ever seen. You really got this custom-ordered with your name on there?” She sucks in a breath through clenched teeth. “I don’t know if I’m impressed or horrified. But...” Ymir struggles to fight back the light smile sprawling across her face. “...thanks, I guess. Your daddy owes you one.”
Your arms squeeze possessively, breath tickling the shell of her ear. “Obviously. Every dad needs to spoil their little girl, right?”
Ymir drops the shirt back into the box, eyes slowly narrowing. “Something like that.”
Getting to watch my husband be a dad is literally my favorite thing. Saying yes to a baby that isn't related to us is always scary, but he always does it unhesitatingly when we can. When those babies come into our house, he loves them gently and fiercely at the same time. He contends for them, he loves them, he plays with them, he teaches them. There is nothing more lovely and more attractive than a man who will see a toddler playing a game and join in, not taking over, not changing anything, just coming alongside and playing, or a man who will spend an hour rocking a teething, fussy baby to sleep, or a man who comes home from work in the middle of the night and makes a bottle for the baby who just woke up. Kissing boo-boos, pushing bikes, fixing toys, throwing kids way too high and always catching them when they come down, showing up every time, being consistent, teaching with love -- these are the things that dads do. These are the seeds that bear fruit of loving, joyful, responsible children.
Not only is he the best with our kids who come to our home, but he has been working overtime to serve both the kids AND me as I navigate pregnancy. He cleans, he figures out food, he takes the kiddos so I can rest or go to appointments, he yells whale noises at the baby so he'll know his voice (and also make me laugh). He is such a prime example of a man who serves and I hope to be as selfless as him someday.
My kids are all so blessed by my husband and I am so blessed to parent with him. He makes it all look easy. I get to be sappy about him because it's Father's Day and I'm pregnant and also I would have done it anyway 🤷🏻♀️ sorry not sorry 🤣