Attack On Titan: Goodbyes

Mikasa's POV

My name is Mikasa Yeager. I am 18 years old, and guess what? I'm already married to the most wonderful man in the world—Eren Yeager. All my life, I've dreamt of standing by his side, and now that dream has come true.

When I finally confessed my feelings to him, he accepted with a smile that lit up my entire world. Every moment I spend with him feels like a piece of perfection I never want to let go of, a treasure I savor down to the last second.

Recently, we received some incredible news: I'm pregnant. I was thrilled, of course, but what surprised me was that Eren was even happier than I was. He's convinced it'll be a girl, while I'm rooting for a boy. Still, deep down, I think he might be right—he's always had a knack for guessing things out of the blue.

Ever since we found out about our child, Eren's taken his role as both husband and caretaker to heart. He's sweet, attentive, and so protective it makes me laugh sometimes. Though, at night, it's a little different—let's just say we switch roles, and I end up being the one in charge.

Recently, after some playful arguing, Eren and I went into town to buy some fresh food—fruits, bread, and other things—because I needed a break from the usual meat. The memory still makes me smile. It happened just last week, and it's so clear in my mind, like it was yesterday.

"Mika… come here. I'll carry you the rest of the way. You've been walking for quite a while," Eren whispered, his voice as soft as the breeze. One of his hands rested protectively on my shoulder while the other cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing against my skin with a tenderness that made my heart flutter.

I smiled at his concern and shook my head gently. "Ereh… it's alright," I replied, my voice calm and full of affection. "I should walk more often anyway. I get bored at the cabin..."

Eren frowned, his emerald eyes clouded with hesitation, but after a sigh, he gave in. His hand lingered a moment longer on my cheek, warm and steady, before he stepped back. I couldn't help but admire his expression—it was a mix of worry and sweetness that made my chest tighten in the best way.

"Okay... but at least take a break on the bench for a while," Eren insisted, his gaze fixed on my flushed face. "It's too hot out here, Mikasa. Look, you're all sweaty and red." He placed a cool hand on my forehead, concern etched into every line of his expression.

I couldn't help but chuckle. "Hey, darling.... How about we take a bath together after this since you're sweaty too?" I teased, letting the words hang playfully in the air.

His reaction was priceless. A deep blush crept across his face, and he immediately broke eye contact, fumbling for words like an embarrassed teenager. "U... Uh... o-okay, but for now, rest here. I'll get us some ice cream," he mumbled, flustered, and gently led me to a nearby bench.

As he walked off toward the ice cream stand, I couldn't hold back a laugh, shaking my head at how endearing he was. My gaze drifted to the bags of groceries beside me, mentally checking off our list, when a shadow loomed over me, stealing the warmth of the sun.

I looked up to find a couple of scruffy men standing before me, their grins wide and slimy, their eyes practically crawling all over me.

"Well, hey there, cutie," one of them drawled, his tone dripping with sleaze. "How ya doin'?"

It didn't take long to figure out their intentions. Robbers—or worse. But I wasn't about to let them touch anything Eren had worked so hard to buy.

"Wanna come to the bar with us?" the man continued, his grin widening. "They've got some real nice drinks there. And after that... maybe we can hit the you-know-what."

I stared at him, deadpan. Did he seriously just try to flirt with me? "I'm sorry... but I'm married," I said firmly, holding up my hand to show off my ring.

The sight of it sent them into fits of laughter. "Hahaha, you? Married? Spare me!" one of them sneered, leaning closer, his grin turning predatory.

I clenched my fists ready to deliver a solid punch, but then a mischevious idea flashed in my mind.

"DAAARLING!!! EREEHHHH!!! WHERE ARE YOU, HONEY?! HELP!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, my voice echoing through the market square. I threw in a quiver for good measure, like a woman on the verge of tears.

"ASSHOLES! GET AWAY FROM MY WIFE?!"

And there he was, my hero, charging toward us like a knight ready for battle. His furious roar sent a chill down my spine—and judging by their expressions, it did the same to the bandits.

A sly grin tugged at my lips as I quickly licked my finger multiple times, rubbing it under my eyes to fake tears. I looked up at Eren with all the pitiful desperation I could muster. My big bulging eyes shining in the faint light like a helpless cat finally reuniting with it's owner, my lips quivered as he looked at me.

"Babe, they... they..." I stammered, playing the damsel in distress, my trembling voice barely masking the anticipation bubbling inside me.

Eren's eyes blazed with unfiltered rage, his teeth grinding together as his knuckles turned bone-white. Without hesitation, he lashed out, his fist colliding with the leader's face. The crack of impact was deafening, sending the man flying several feet away, a spray of blood and broken teeth marking his descent.

"Ereh!!" I cried out, rushing to wrap my arms around him. The intensity of his presence sent a thrill down my spine as everyone in the vicinity turned their eyes toward us.

"You alright? They didn't hurt you, did they?" Eren asked, his voice a mixture of concern and barely restrained fury.

I pulled back just enough to cup his face, my fingers brushing against his burning cheeks. My breath hitched, my nose twitching. My eyes big and gloomy as they met his worry gaze, "Um..." I nodded, my voice faint.

His expression darkened immediately, a storm cloud sweeping over his soft features. Gently, but firmly, Eren pushed me aside, his attention now fully locked on the remaining goons.

"YOU DARE HURT MY MIKA!!"

Without saying another word, he dove back into the chaos, his fists flying with unmatched precision as he unleashed a one-sided storm of vengeance.

God, he's even cuter when he's fighting. I love you, Eren.

When the dust finally settled, Eren stood among the crumpled bodies like a saviour, his chest heaving as he turned back to me. Slowly embracing me again," It's alright... I'm here... Don't worry." He whispered running his hand down my hair, his warmth chasing away the lingering chill of fear or my acting.

But then, a shaky breath from the last remaining bandit caught our attention. The poor guy was frozen in place, his eye twitching as a dark stain spread down his pants.

Eren pulled back from me with a faint smirk. "Wanna finish him off with me?" he asked, his voice light yet brimming with menace.

I blinked up at him, my lips curving into an angelic smile. "Of course, darling."

His grin widened, sharp and boyish. "How about we try that move you taught me last week?"

The memory of that move made my cheeks heat up. I tilted my head, cupping his cheek flirtatiously as I leaned in close. "Right now, darling?" I whispered, my voice teasing. "I admire your boldness, but people are watching. What would they think?"

Eren's eyes widened, his cheeks turning red as he stammered in panic. "N-No, not that, Mika!" he sputtered, flustered and adorable, before sighing and stepping away.

Without missing a beat, he turned to the trembling man and delivered a swift punch to the gut. The guy crumpled instantly, collapsing into a heap with a whimper as Eren brushed his hands off, his rage finally quenched.

"My hero!" I cried, clutching his arm and nuzzling my head against his strong shoulder. Around us, people exchanged awkward glances, muttering things like, "They're so weird," but I didn't care.

Eren sighed, his innocent eyes meeting mine as he muttered, " Hey I'm kinda confused Mika, why didn't you beat them yourself... I mean.... you're actually really strong... stronger than me..."

Oh, how sweet—until he kept talking.

"I mean... You've handcuffed me several times at night... And even when I resisted spreading my legs, you easily parted them with your hands and tied my legs to the bedside with ropes... I mean I'm not complaining..."

He said it. Out loud. LOUD.

Before I could stop him, everyone around us burst into uncontrollable laughter. My face turned so red I could practically feel steam rising from my skin as I buried my face in his chest, mortified beyond belief.

"Ereh, don't say that out loud!" I hissed, my voice muffled against his shirt.

He tilted his head in confusion, completely oblivious to the implications of his words. He's so adorably clueless. Even now, he hasn't caught on to how dirty-minded everyone else is—including me.

That day was, frankly, a disaster. But on the bright side, we got to eat ice cream—although not quite in the way Eren had imagined.

"Ereh... come here. I'll feed you," I teased as we finally made it home with the now-melted ice creams.

"Kay..." he mumbled innocently, and before he even knew what was happening, I pounced. Throwing him onto the bed, I took a bite of the ice cream, letting the sweetness linger on my tongue before pressing my lips to his.

The flavor mixed with the heat of our shared breath, and our tongues met in a teasing dance of melted indulgence.

I repeated the steps feeling his warm lips over mine but oh my poor Eren—he fainted halfway through. So, naturally, I finished the rest of the ice cream.