Levi once spent his days repeating one task all day. He'd get his nightly tea and go straight to sleep, often for two to three hours by a table and not a bed.

A world without brought its prospects. He still repeated monotone tasks, but he came home to a warm bed and wife, had meals he'd clean dishes and spend his nights listening to neighbors chatted and quarrel while children still squealed in their homes.

What made his days as a millionaire worthwhile of all things, was receiving complaint letters in the middle of his workday. He'd smooth a finger over the familiar green and silver insignia of Scouts Regent Academy, and sip his tea while the letter iterated scenes of another one of his daughter's fights.

"Mr. Ackerman, welcome!"

He nodded not at the the red haired Headmaster Finnegan, but at his wife's solemn form seated next to his first born. Mikasa's hair, back to its short length, glowed under the sun. Her knowing smirk invited him to lean over their only daughter and kiss her on the cheek.

"Afternoon, " he murmured near her lips. "How are you feeling?"

"Perfect." Mikasa said. "Say hi to Kuchel."

Kuchel Isabel Ackerman II, looked more like her namesake each day that passed them by. She took everything after the original Kuchel, from her hair, face all the way to her toes. She had her voice, a low and hoarse one with a slight pitch. At the young age of five, Kuchel was already his one and only little girl...and yes, she had him wrapped around her little finger.

"Hi daddy," she whispered.

"Hello there" he whispered back. "What'd you do this time?"

She shrugged, biting her lip before waving her legs. He already knew the story. In a form of retaliation, Kuchel beat up two brothers, both five and seven, and gave them bruises their parents were planning to sue him for.

Finnegan cleared her throat, "As always, I'm afraid the newbies underestimated Kuchel and paid the price. Their parents refused to accept their boys' wrongdoing and wanted to meet you all here. To tell you the honest truth, commander, as a former subordinate, I'm on your side."

"Tch."

"Not that fighting is always the answer," Principal Finnegan said to Kuchel. "I expect you to practice staying calm, alright sweetheart?"

"Kay."

Levi solved the matter sooner than he expected. The father of the two boys was none other than an employee of his, who was eager to squash the mess and apologized profusely to him.

After a short stop at the pastry shop and a little talk with his wife while their daughter began nodding off, he tipped the attendant and donned his coat on. Little Kuchel clutched his neck while she settled in his arms until Mikasa took over and held her in the carriage while he rode them all home.

"She asleep?" he asked at a short stop. Mikasa simply pressed one finger over her lips and continuing stroking Kuchel's hair.

The few years after Kuchel's birth were, at most, the luckiest ones he'd had.

Levi lived with a purpose, worked day and night to make sure each time he came home, he would enjoy his family's company with a peace of mind.

He didn't fuck around with his daughter and wife, that was a principle he kept since he married his wife.

And he'd be damned if anyone threatened that.

End Note - So this is it. The whole thing. It was a way to get me out of a huge funk, and I'm happy it did.

*Ahem*, so...I may be writing a ten chaptered multishot sequel? Hehe. I know I'm still supposed on work on my old stories but as I push through them, I need another escapade.