Pennyroyal (гет)

“Mikasa.” There’s a mix of fear and revulsion in Levi’s eyes that makes her take a step back the way anger or scorn in them would not. “They are not going to give you that procedure. They are going to lock you into a room until you give birth, and they are going to take... it away, and they won’t care if it has twelve fingers or three eyes or the intelligence of a sponge, and they will raise it to be a weapon against humanity. Is that what you want?” 
“So… what do I do?” she croaks.
He sighs and rubs at his eyes again. “Get rid of it on your own.”