Hello! How's it going everyone? Good? Good!

This here is my third story thus far. Attack on Titan drew me in recently, and this is the product! Wooo!

I hope you all enjoy.

ONTO THE STORY!

Disclaimer: I do not own Attack on Titan. If I did, that would be pretty fricking awesome.

Everything was supposed to be normal.

It was supposed to be a nice, normal day. The birds sang sweet songs of springtime and flew through the skies, twittering back and forth to one another as they soared. Everyone got up for a normal morning in a normal home with a normal family. There was a normal mother, who was round with her third child, and a normal father. They had a normal son the young age of fifteen, and a normal daughter who had just turned eight a few months earlier.

Everything was supposed to be okay.

But, as the silence stretched on infinitely between the once loving husband and wife, the harsh reality that everything was not okay, that everything was no longer normal, weighed down on both of them and created the pregnant silence. The weight of this once normal, wonderful man's confession was almost too much for her to bear.

"You did what?" She breathed, a look of horror shining in her pale blue eyes. Her petite frame began to shake as his words started to sink in. The much larger man stood tall in front of her, his gaze turned towards the window as he clenched his jaw.

"You know you heard me, Lucina," he growled, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he struggled to hold in his temper. His voice was hostile, the words it formed laced with malice she had never heard be uttered from his mouth before.

Lucina staggered back away from the monster of a man, her hand grasping behind her for the counter so that she could hold herself up. Denial was the first thing to race through her thoughts as her legs wobbled increasingly, unable to keep her upright for much longer. Her eyes darted around the dusty kitchen, her mind full out rejecting what her husband had just told her. It was too crazy. It wasn't logical. There was no way.

Her frantic gaze finally settled on the half-eaten bowl of cereal on the small kitchen table, a near-empty cup of water resting serenely next to it. Small, smudged fingerprints adorned to outside of the glass. A little children's spoon was sitting patiently in the brown bowl of milk and grain bits, waiting in vain for the child who began the meal to finish it. Lucina gripped her dress collar and turned to her husband, a fire lighting in her eyes as anger sparked through her like lightening.

"How could you?" The distraught woman whispered quietly. She shook her head as she stared down the harsh, unrelenting face of her spouse. The absence of emotion was enough to send her over the edge.

"How could you do that, Jonah?!" She suddenly erupted, her pale eyes darkening as she screamed at the emotionless man. Unable to hold herself back, she shoved away from the counter and stomped forward, getting right in the man's face.

"How could you do that to our little girl?! Our beautiful baby girl!" She shrieked, tears falling from her wide eyes now as a deep sadness seeped into her veins. His lack of response so far was what made this whole situation feel like it was a dream. But it wasn't a dream.

It was a nightmare.

Jonah met her burning gaze evenly, not a hint of guilt or remorse on his bearded face. This only seemed to cause the poor woman even more distress than she was already in.

"It had to be done, Lucina. You saw what she was," he said lowly, his face betraying only a small amount of anger that he felt deep inside, coming straight from his cold heart.

The small woman froze in her actions, her eyes widening even further as it finally dawned on her. His shoulders relaxed slightly when she did this. He thought she finally understood why he had done what he had done. His wife knew why he had to get rid of their daughter. She knew it was necessary.

"Jonah," she murmured almost intelligibly, and his shoulders were tense once again.

"She didn't know what was happening any more than you or I did!" She said with more power back in her voice, her tears put on hold to make way for the anger that bubbled up within her. "How could you possibly blame her for that?!"

He was silent for a moment as he just stood there and stared at his fuming wife, her short, panting breaths the only sound in the entire house. Slowly, his once stone-cold expression melted away, only to be replaced by a hideous scowl as he began openly glaring at the pale woman, his upper lip curling into a cruel snarl.

"She was a monster, Lucina! A monster! There is nothing beautiful about creatures like her!" He roared back, his eyes wild with unadulterated fury and a touch of insanity. Lucina stumbled back at the ferocity of her once kind and gentle husband, her hands wrapping protectively around her swollen belly.

"How can you say things like that about your own daughter?" She sobbed, tears cascading down her cheeks like rain. Her stomach heaved suddenly, and the overwhelming urge to vomit rose within her.

"As far as I am concerned, I have no daughter," he said quietly, his face turning to stone once more as he walked out the door.

Lucina stood there a few moments in shock, her mouth opening and closing as all her anguish filled words died on her tongue. Her baby. Her beautiful baby girl. She was gone. She couldn't get her back. And her very own husband was the cause.

Her stomach gave another heave and soon she was throwing up in the water bucket. Tears mingled with the vile smelling substance as she coughed and cried, her Morning Sickness rearing up at the least appropriate time. This pregnancy had been her most nauseating by far.

After emptying her entire stomach of its contents, Lucina collapsed on the floor, sobs wracking her body as she curled in on herself as much as her swollen belly would allow. She let all her emotions have free reign over her mind as she was too tired to fight them any longer. She coughed and spluttered and blubbered and let it all out. Her baby. Her darling little girl. He took her baby where she would never be able to reach her.

"Jonah...How could you?"

Her face twisted into a grimace as the little one inside her gave a kick. They were a rambunctious little thing, she would give them that. Lucina ran a hand soothingly over her swollen belly, the tears never ceasing even as she comforted the growing child inside of her.

How could she ever look at that man the same way again? How would she ever forgive him?

She wouldn't. After all the years of being together, she just couldn't forgive him. This horrible thought alone sent her into another bout of hysterics no amount of consoling would be able to stop.

With all the noise she was making in her never-ending sorrow, Lucina failed to hear the front door open, or the light footsteps that followed. She was too lost in herself to care.

"Mom?"

Everything was supposed to be normal.

"Mom! Mom, what happened?! Mom!" Cold hands cupped her heated cheeks, barely leaving any impression on the mess of a woman.

Everything was supposed to be okay.

Her breathing hitched and she looked up at her son, her eyes bloodshot and puffy, her skin red and blotchy, her nose running continuously. Her mouth trembled as her heart rate quickened, and soon she was crushing the surprised boy to her, burying her face into his chest as she cried harder.

But nothing ever turns out the way it's supposed to.

"Mom, I need you to tell me what happened, please," the young man pleaded, gently stroking his mother's hair out of her face. She sniffled, her shoulders shaking as she pulled back.

Lucina looked up into the eyes of her son, the spitting image of her husband, and her lips trembled once more. His wide and innocent eyes were what gave her the will to calm down enough to explain what exactly it was that his atrocity of a father had done.

"M-Mason," she started shakily, her eyes struggling to focus on him through her tears. "It's Orianna...She-She's-"

"What? What about Ori?" He asked fervently, his heart rate picking up speed as panic set in.

He turned away from her and frantically looked around the room, searching for his little sister in vain. Fear began festering deep in his heart, a sense of dread making his skin feel ice cold. It took more force than he thought it would to finally ask-

"Where's Ori, Mom?"

"Your father...He just-He took her and he-" Her voice was wavering too much for her to continue. Her face crumbled and she took a few shuttering breaths to try and calm herself down enough to formulate a coherent answer.

"What did he do to her, Mom?" He asked as the dread curled deep in his gut. She slowly brought her gaze back up to his, her pale eyes suddenly dry.

"He took her. He put her where we could never get her again."

"You don't mean-"

"Mason, he took her to the other side of the Wall."

A/N: And there we have it.

More to Come.

Gotta be patient, yo.

Okay.

Bye.