Nine: Photo (part two)

Eren sat back down on the floor and began rummaging through the rest of the box.

The next thing he pulled out was the photo album that Mikasa had made for them. It was encased in a dark brown cover and was fair sized. He looked through it from time to time even though it had only been a few months since that day. The first was of them holding hands walking around on the grass. He hadn't been aware of Mikasa even taking the picture at the time.

Their wedding had been outside and it was small, just enough for family and their closest friends. It took place during the summer, and the day had been, in a word, perfect.

He looked through each photo one by one. There were some of each getting ready, Mikasa putting on Eren's boutonniere and one of Jean brushing his hair back with his hand in a mirror like he often does.

There was one of the ceremony, and Eren remembered just how happy Jean looked the whole time. Eren had been the one to walk down the aisle from a coin toss and Mikasa had given him away.

There was another picture of Sasha delivering their wedding cake which was simple.

Eren hugged the photos to his chest, remembering the years he spent with Jean. The man was still an ass even after all these years, but they were hopelessly in love.

Eren was lost in his thoughts until he heard the door open (and that could really only be one person).

"Eren?" called Jean's voice, "Where are you?"

"Bedroom," called back Eren. He waited, hearing Jean's footsteps walking closer on the hardwood floor. He heard him then stop at the door frame.

"Are you crying?" said Jean in an almost mock tone. He knew what Eren was up to the minute he walked in. Folding his arms, Jean leaned against the doorframe and watched as Eren wiped a tear from his eye.

Eren felt very casual, sitting in boxers and a t-shirt while Jean was standing in dark-khaki pants and a tucked in button down shirt.

"Yeah, I am, got a problem with that?" said Jean to match his tone. "It reminded me that I love you, and I guess that really sucks."

"Oh does it?" said Jean walking forward and sitting down next to Eren. He looked down at the particular picture of him and Eren cutting their wedding cake and another of them shoving a piece in each other's faces.

"You seem to happy to shove food in my face," said Eren tracing his fingers around the edges of the picture, "Like you had some pent up anger you were trying to get out."

Jean laughed, "It was quiet fun and a little relieving."

Eren shoved him with his arm then turned the page. Their first dance, drinking champagne, some just staring at each other, so very much in love.

"You know," said Jean closing the book, "Memories are great and all, but I think I'd rather have the real thing than the pictures."

Eren nodded, "I was thinking that before."

There was a moment of comfortable silence between them before Jean stood up.

"Wanna come take a shower with me?"

"Sure," said Eren following him contently.