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It was a very rare sight for Eren to see laying in front of him. Annie, the girl carrying his child, asleep on the bed in the infirmary, with him sitting down nearby. His hands stroked her light blonde hair, no longer in her trademark bun. Man she looks so fragile, he thought to himself, and she can turn into a titan...complete opposites. So tough, yet so weak, like a rose with thorns.

"Eren...We need to talk." Mikasa said after opening the door to the room and walking in.

His hand that was running through the small girl's hair stopped, and he just stared at the sleeping beauty, "About what?" He muttered, resuming his brushing.

She went to the chair opposite of him and sat down, "I'm sorry about earlier. I know I overdid it a bit with her."

Eren glanced at his sister briefly before shrugging, "It's fine. My ear is okay. I could understand. If someone got you pregnant I would probably react the same." He said, smiling at the thought of pulling some asshole's ear.

Mikasa sighed, "I really don't think that is ever going to happen but I appreciate that. Oh, and you need to tell Armin the truth."

The teen cocked an eyebrow, "What...you haven't told him?"

"Why should I? It's your responsibility."

"Well I mean, you could've told him, you were talking to him earlier, correct?"

"Eren, he's your best friend."

"He is your friend too."

She glared at him in anger, "Eren….You know what you have to do."

Eren frowned before getting up, "Fine, okay, I will talk to him. Just...keep an eye on Annie, okay?"

"You want me to keep an eye on her?" He nodded, "Yeah, why not? I trust you enough." Mikasa looked at her for a short second, "We aren't that close, her and I."

"Yeah, I know that. But that doesn't mean you can't watch her while she is unconscious."

"Well...if it's what you really want me to do…"

"It will be quick. Where's Armin?"

"I think he was helping out in the kitchen."

Eren nodded to his sister, "Thanks. I'll be right back."

Armin had multiple places where he could relax. The garden was one, the forest the other. The kitchen was one of them as well. He was helping clean the pots and pans with Sasha and Connie. The bookworm found their conversations amusing to listen to, and never added his own input on whatever argument they were having. This one was one of the weirder conversations.

"Purple potatoes are ten times better than...what the hell do you call them?" Connie furrowed his brows in curiosity.

"Fingerling Potatoes. They're shaped like fingers, therefore I win," Sasha argued while wiggling her fingers.

He huffed, "That's a bullshit reason, Sasha."

"Do you really think you know more about potatoes with me?"

"Why would you...because you are the…"

"...The taller one between us?"

The bald boy scowled, "Shut your trap, potato girl."

The next moment the brown eyed girl looked pale and her lip started to quiver. She looked about ready to blow but then she did something a bit more painful for Connie.

Sasha started to cry.

Connie's eyes widened in confusion and worry, "Sa-...Sasha...I didn't mean to make you cry...I-I'm sorry, you're n-not potato girl! I swear! Please stop! I'm sorry!"

"B-But you said...you said I was potato girl like everyone else! I thought you were different!"

"I'm sorry, it just came out, I swear. I didn't mean it! Please! Forgive me!" He pleaded, clasping his hands together.

She faced the other way to hide her face, "You know there is only one thing you can do to make me forgive you…"

Connie raised an eyebrow, "You don't mean…"

"Yeah, I do," She sniffled.

He nodded before running off to the back.

Armin turned his head to Sasha, "You aren't actually sad are you?"

"Shh, you'll blow my cover!"

The blond smirked and shook his head, "Alright, alright."

Connie came rushing back with a piece of bread in his hands, "I...I got you what I could find." He said, stopping in front of her to present it to the girl.

She hugged him and snatched it out of his hands, "Thank you! I forgive you!"

Connie smiled, "Oh thank god!"

Quietly Sasha chuckled menacingly, "Anything for you Connie."

Armin shook his head again, "You two, I swear."

Just then, the sound of boots against the floor approached as Eren rounded a corner to the kitchen, "Hey Armin, I gotta-" He stopped, seeing Sasha and Connie with his best friend. He looked at them, slightly nervous, "Uhm...could you two…you know…"

"No it's fine we don't mind being here!" Sasha said, smiling at him.

Connie looked from Eren to Sasha, "Hey Sash, maybe we should just...go in the back."

Her smile dropped, "What? But don't you wanna he-Oh! Yeah, we'll just be on our way then."

The two then slowly made their way into the backroom, both of them looking at the best friends.

When they were out of sight, Eren nodded and sighed, turning to Armin, "I need to tell you something...about me and Annie…"

Armin cocked an eyebrow, continuing to clean a pot, "Uh...you and Annie? Alright...go ahead…" He looked down at his hands, his palms sweaty, "I...uh...fuck how do I say this-"

"Just say it, Eren. Don't worry about how I might react."

"Okay, okay...well...Annie's pregnant. And it's mine."

"WHAT?!" A huge shout from the other side of the wall echoed throughout the halls, making the two guys jump slightly.

They heard feet running and in an instant, Connie and Sasha were at the doorway to the back room, eyes wide.

"Eren! You and Annie!? God, I knew ya' had weird taste but...ANNIE!?"

"Sasha...don't you think that's a bit rude?"

"That's weird coming from your mouth!"

"Guys! Both of you shutup and just let Eren to talk!" Armin turned to his friend and nodded, "Sorry about that...so she is…"

The brunet nodded, "Yeah...yeah...she's having my baby...Mikasa wanted me to tell you...and um...now you know."

Armin nodded, walking over to his friend and placing his hand on his shoulder, "Is everything okay? I mean…"

Eren sniffled, "Yeah...yeah she's just...she's as scared as I am about this whole thing…"

"Annie? Scared? How is sh- Ow! Connie!" Sasha turned her head to her friend and frowned at him.

"What?" Connie smiled.

"I know that was you!"

"It was not!"

"I'm not stupid!"

"Guys! Not now!" Armin shouted at the two, "Go away! Can it just be me and Eren right now?"

"Alright, but don't forget about us when you name the godparents! Come on baldie lets go!"

And with that, the two left, with the sounds of Connie nagging about the nickname he was given.

Eren glanced at Armin, "I fucked up, I know…"

"Yeah, you did. And pretty badly too. But...It'll be okay. I mean you have me and Mikasa, right?" He said, patting his friend's shoulder.

The soldier allowed a small smile to grace his face, "You always know what to say...thanks, Armin. Really."

"So about Annie. How is she feeling...about this whole thing?"

He blinked, "Well...she's scared, like I said but...she's calm...She might be hiding some feelings, but I don't think she's completely panicking."

"Wait, where is she? You didn't leave her with Mikasa, did you?"

Eren looked at the door, "Well...yeah…"

"Was that a good idea?"

"Mikasa's a bit crazy, yeah, but she isn't going to hurt a pregnant girl."

"N-No, I didn't mean like that! I mean that they aren't on the best of terms and having them argue probably isn't good for either of them."

"Yeah...or for the baby...Armin we should probably get back."

Meanwhile, Annie was starting to wake up, her eyes opening to find herself next to Mikasa.

"W-Where's Eren?"

The dark haired girl glanced at Annie, her eyes wide, "Oh...uh...he's explaining the situation to uh...to Armin." Don't argue with her, don't argue with her, don't argue with her. Her mind repeated to itself.

The titan girl averted her eyes, "Listen, about earlier...and before that. Pretty much all the times I argued with you. I'm...I'm uh sorry."

Mikasa's eyes widened more. Is she...fucking apologizing? She looked away, "Uhm...no...no, it's fine...I'm sorry...I practically started them all…"

"Don't lie. You know you were only mad because I was getting involved with him."

The girl with the red scarf placed a hand on her red cheek, "Th-That's not true...I was fine with him doing whatever he liked, and I-"

"Bullshit. You're jealous and you know it. The guilt is going to kill you if you keep on lying to yourself."

The Eurasian girl frowned, "Jealous? Jealous of what?"

Annie rolled her eyes, "Seriously, admit it or we're going to have a problem. Obviously me and your brother."

"What!?" "Okay let me get this straight, you aren't angry that I fucked your brother, got pregnant, and lied?"

Mikasa shrugged, "I was simply a bit livid...and lied about what?"

"I-...nothing. But you know what, forget it. It's fine. Just remember that I apologized because it won't be happening again."

"Forget wha-...I need some fresh air. Your hormones are getting to you. I'm going out."

And with that, the black haired girl stood up and quickly walked out of the room.

The blonde talked to herself, "Hormones? I was just...ugh. Great job Annie, you try to apologize and get blamed for hormones."

"Hormones?"

The door opened, "Are you having that time again Annie?" In the frame of the door, a girl with black hair in pigtails stood, looking a bit worried.

"What's wrong?"