Hhhheeellloooooo little babies, if this is a 'new' story to you, go ahead and go back on my profile and read the prequel "While We're Still Here" and get caught up to speed on what this story is about. And if you're from that story welcome! :) Remember to follow and/or favorite and leave me a review!
"Eren!" Mikasa yelled from the kitchen "Dinner!". The oriental woman laughed as she heard Eren rush out of the bedroom and trip in the hallway.
"Finally….I'm starving…." Eren picked up his plate as he made his way to the table.
"Mhm!" She sat down next to her husband and began to eat.
Currently they were both happily married and living a few miles outside of the walls. Mikasa just turned nineteen and Eren was twenty, after the fall of the titans they both moved out into the forest and built a cabin.
"So when is Armin going to get here?" Eren asked, his mouth full of spaghetti.
"Well most likely tonight…" Mikasa figured.
They both sat in a peaceful silence, enjoying each other's company. The door opened and a bright voice cascaded into the house.
"I really hope you guys aren't getting it on, because I have some stories to tell!" Armin said. What he said was true, mainly due to the fact that last time he visited he walked in on them getting it on in the kitchen.
Okay I know this was really short, but I just wanted to set up the foreground really quick. Do you guys like? Please follow and/or favorite and leave me a review! (: And remember if you are lost go check out the prequel on my profile.