I do not own Shingeki no kyojin. Hajime Isayama owns it.

Aroma of sweets and spices filled the room as the Auburn haired lady passes through to go to her own station again. Pain au chocolat. Coq au vin. Gateau de ménage. Bouillabaisse. Crème brûlée. Her thoughts as soon as she smells the food. She is a newly appointed pâtissiere of a restaurant named Maria Sina Restaurant which is owned by the famous Erwin Smith and his wife Hange Zoe.

"C'est délicieux!" She cheerfully says as she spins around and her arms raised up in the air. Truly, she was an eccentric person which is one of the many reasons why some of those she applied thinks she does not take anything seriously. There is one thing she takes seriously though. Her son.

"Braus! There's a phone call for you" Levi, the Head chef of the restaurant, called her attention.

"Thank you, Sir" He handed the phone to her

"Hello?" Who would dare call me right now? tsk. She thought as her expression changed from extremely being happy to suddenly being curious. Her hand taking the phone while the other massaging the back of her neck

"Good afternoon, Ms. Braus. This is Ms. Ral of the Day Care center. It's about your son, Shay." She stopped massaging the back of her neck and is now tugging at her apron.

"Did something happened? How is he?" She asked nervously

"He's fine. He just got into a fight with Mr. Zeramuski's son" She face palmed herself. Shit.

"Okay. I'll be right there in a sec" She says and hanged up

As soon as she hanged up, she asked permission from Levi and went immediately at the day care center where she talked with Ms. Ral and with Mrs. Zeramuski. She apologized with her son's sudden behavior. There sitting on a chair was a child of about 4 years old with short brown hair, big green eyes, and tan skin tone. Sasha approached the child and hugged him tightly.

"Sweetie, tell me what happened" she asked

"I didn't do anything. He was teasing me, calling by names I didn't like, but I ignored him and then he involved you and grandpa and then I punched him" her son told her while holding back his tears

"Hmpf. Shh. It's okay" she gently patted her son's head "next time don't ever do that. Okay? If they ever bother you, you can just tell Ms. Ral or better yet tell it to me. So that I can give those little twerps a good scolding" She continued.

"I'm sorry, Mommy" he couldn't hold it back anymore. He cried. Tears keep coming out of his eyes and sobs coming out of his mouth. He hugged his dearest mother tightly.

"It's okay sweetie. It's okay. Tell you what. We're going to buy your favorite book. Okay? So stop crying." she carried the boy in her arms and looked at him. He cheered up and his smile was wide as ever. He definitely got that smile from me. She chuckled at that thought. They went to the nearest book store to find the book.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

One of her bad habits when she is with her son is not picking up her phone immediately. She is always busy with work so to compensate for the time lost, they agreed to only pick up the phone with the conditions of: it was his grandfather, her boss, or his teacher (Ms. Ral). Other than that will be attended when they get home.

"Mommy" Shay looked at her curiously

"Yes sweetie? Did you already find a book you want to read?" She was in the section for cooking books and happily checking them out when his son tugged her skirt.

"Yes" he proudly showed it to his mom.

"The Little Prince" she read the title as she took it. You're just like him. She remembers the times she would accompany Shay's father on a bookstore or library. "Well...if there's nothing else might as well go to the counter now and pay up"

She holds her son's hands and they began to walk but were suddenly stopped when someone accidentally bumps on her back.

"Ouch!" She annoyingly sighed

"I'm sorry I- Sasha?" The man looked at her. His green eyes and dark short hair. That low voice she heard. She recognized it. All of it.

"Bertolt?" Her eyes widen and jaw dropping. Her heart was pounding faster. There he was standing in front of her, the father of her child, looking manlier and handsome than ever not to mention appearing on a bad time.