Pairing: Eren/Mikasa
Setting: Modern Highschool AU
Rating: K
Words:1986
Notes: I got this idea randomly in the middle of Hallmark and I had to write it. I tried writing it from Carla's perspective for once so I hope it comes across okay. Also, Carla is my mother in this story. Some of the things she says/does my mom has said/done to me lol I don't know how my mom would feel that she was some of the inspiration for a fanfic but she lives in Florida so she doesn't have to know.
May 5th - Babies
Carla opened the sliding glass door, hoping the warm spring breeze would take out some of the cold air left over in the house from winter. She took a deep breath smelling the fresh grass and flowers, hearing the birds, the crickets. It was nice to finally have some peace and sunshine after being cooped up in the house all winter long. She walked back to the dining room table where her iced tea was sitting, and her book waiting.
The house was relatively quiet for once; Grisha was at work until later tonight, and none of the kids seemed to have decided to come over after school leaving Carla alone with herself and her book. She cracked open to the page where she had last left off, taking a sip from her tea.
What she didn't expect was the sudden sound of a baby crying in the next room over.
"Eren!" Mikasa's voice shouted over the cries.
"What? I'm sorry! It was an accident!" Eren called back.
They must've come in when Carla wasn't paying attention but it was very clear they were in the living room; not just from them yelling but the constant crying that refused to stop underneath the teenagers. Carla sighed putting her book down; so much for her quiet evening.
"Dropping the baby is more than just an accident! It remembers those kind of things!"
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry okay. I must not have put the straps in the carrier on right."
"Here just let me see her. I'll try to get her to stop crying."
"I got her already, Mikasa. It's fine."
"Then how come she's still crying."
"It's not that easy okay!"
Carla pushed herself to her feet and walked past the kitchen to the doorway of the living room. The sight wasn't all that surprising. Eren was holding the baby lopsided in his arms trying to rock it but it wasn't really doing all that much to stop the crying. Mikasa stood next to him, the small carrier at her feet; she stopped trying to take the baby from him, instead she just watched him with a tired look on her face.
Now had that been a real baby in her son's arms Carla might have been a little more concerned, but dropping a plastic child and failing to keep it from crying all day long was only gonna get them a bad grade and not child protective services called. She actually was surprised when Eren came home with Mikasa, carrying the small and very loud doll yesterday; Carla didn't even know schools still did that. Though judging by the frazzled and frantic looks on the young couple's faces in front of her, she was glad they still did.
"Eren," Carla called over the crying doll. "Hold her up against your chest." Carla tried to motion what she meant with her hands so he would hold the baby's stomach against him, her head near his shoulder.
He didn't seem surprised to see her there, but he did listen to her. Carefully, she supposed so he wouldn't drop the baby again, he maneuvered her in his hands, holding her the way Carla told him too. Eren rocked her for a moment and just like that the cry cut out.
"Oh thank God," Mikasa sighed, turning to look over her shoulder. "Thank you, Aunt Carla."
"Of course, sweetheart. Anything to help my granddaughter stop crying, you know." She leaned against the doorframe, a smile pulling at her lips.
"Mom," Eren grunted, still rocking the small doll as she watched a blush cross over his face.
Carla put her hand over her mouth to hide her laughter but judging by the way Eren was still staring at her, she wasn't doing a very good job. Ah well, embarrassing her teenage son was all part of the job. Mikasa flopped down on the couch, her head rolling back onto one of the pillows.
"Long night?" Carla guessed by her tired eyes, and the yawn that filled her mouth.
Eren snorted. "I thought her parents were gonna murder us."
"If you were trying to get it to stop crying like you just were I can't blame them. The poor thing must've cried all night."
He choose to ignore her and instead leaned down to put the baby back in the carrier, but the moment Eren pulled the doll away from him, she started crying again. Carla had to laugh at the defeated groan that fell from his mouth as he pulled the baby back up to him.
"Here," she reached out over Mikasa's head. "Let me see her."
Carla apparently didn't need to ask twice since Eren handed the crying doll right over, before falling onto the couch next to Mikasa. Carla looked down at the little thing in her arms; sure the cry was very fake, and it was made completely of plastic but it was a heavy little thing, with body parts that flopped like a real baby would. It really was like holding the real thing; no wonder those two were so tired. She cradled the head against her arm, her other arm supporting the rest of the body as she gently rocked the baby. The crying cut out very quickly.
Carla looked up from the baby to see two faces watching her. "What? I've had a lot of practice you know. I hope you write in your report that Nana Carla was a big help."
"Oh my God, Mom."
"Oh, stop being so dramatic," she chuckled, still rocking the baby as to not have it start screaming again. "Come on, it's not like it's this isn't a scene you aren't gonna see again. I mean you are gonna give me grandchildren I assume."
There were two horrified murmurings of both "Mom" and "Aunt Carla" as she watched them turn red and look anywhere but at her and each other. Carla waited a long time to be able to tease them like this, and it was pretty satisfying.
"Okay, okay," she chuckled. "I'm sorry, I'll stop." They were only seventeen after all.
Mikasa yawned again, or maybe she was just trying to recover from her previous embarrassment, and leaned into Eren's chest. His head leaned against her's, his arm already around her and a contagious yawn pulling at his mouth.
"Why don't I make you something to eat? It might help perk you guys up. Is Armin coming over too?" Carla leaned over to hand Mikasa the baby, who still wasn't crying, and judging by the way Mikasa held the doll right up to her chest, it wasn't something they were gonna let happen again.
"Nah," Eren yawned again, leaning forward enough to hit the remote for the TV on the coffee table. "He's probably fairing no better than us with his partner."
"Well, if he needs a day away from the kids, let him know he's more than welcome here."
Eren only rolled his eyes at her, his body leaning back against the couch while Mikasa rocked the baby next to him. With a smile and a shake of the head, Carla headed back to the kitchen to see what she could make them real fast. Mikasa was probably gonna stay for dinner, so nothing too big; just something so they didn't pass out.
Carla pulled out some bread from the drawer and grabbed some deli meat and lettuce from the fridge; sandwiches would do just fine. She kept an ear out to see if the baby started crying again, but only the hum of the TV came from the room.
It was strange when they first brought the doll over here; after all, when wouldn't it be strange to see her son carrying around a baby? Yet at the same time, it was very natural to see him and Mikasa and the little one between them. Carla always knew it would end up this way and she told Grisha, and Mikasa's parents countless times so she really didn't understand why she was the only one who wasn't surprised when she caught them making out on his bed one day. They were always drawn together, always inseparable, even as kids. She could easily see them coming home to visit, a little dark haired baby with Eren's eyes and Mikasa's nose.
Ah, of course, she thought as she placed the meat on the bread and the lettuce over that, there's always time for that. She'd never want to rush that of all things, but a mother could think about the day her son brought over grandchildren.
Carla went to grab the mayonnaise but decided to go back to the living room first. "Mikasa, honey, do you want mayo or mustard? I always for-" The sight alone cut her sentence off.
Eren and Mikasa had taken to laying down on the couch together; Eren on his back and Mikasa curled up on her side, her head and arm on his chest. He had the baby laying in his chest, her head up against his chin and one hand on her back, the other one around Mikasa; both were completely asleep.
It was a sight she didn't think any mother wouldn't want to see; her heart was already melting as she leaned up against the doorway, a smile tugging at her lips. So what if it was a plastic baby and two high schoolers, Carla was more than willing to look past that and pretend.
She heard the front door open from the other room and she quickly ran out to see Grisha closing the door behind him. He smiled when he saw her, opening his mouth to say something but Carla cut him off, putting her finger to her lips.
"What is it?" he asked, arching an eyebrow but voice much lower than a normal tone.
"They're asleep," she said, gesturing for him to follow her.
He put down his jacket and briefcase in the hall while still giving her a weary look. "It's three in the afternoon."
Carla decided not to answer but led him back to the room where Mikasa and Eren were still asleep. She looked over to her husband expectantly but he looked much less enthused than she was. "Oh, come on," she elbowed him lightly in the stomach. "Can't you see it?"
"Yeah," Grisha snorted, turning back into the kitchen. "All too well I'd add so I suggest stop letting her sleep over before her parents kill us."
Carla followed him, her mouth open to object but he cut her off before she could.
"You know I love Mikasa too, and I'm glad they're happy but," he reached out to place his hands on her shoulder. "They're kids, just let them be kids. No need to rush them; I'm sure they'll get there eventually."
"Alright, alright," Carla waved him off. It's not like she didn't know that, but still. "It was nice to think about."
Grisha shook his head with a chuckle as he stepped away into the kitchen. "And it will still be, years from now when they aren't teenagers."
A sudden cry cut through the house as the baby apparently woke up; it was followed by a collective groan from the parents for the week.
"And I'm guessing after this week it will be years and years from now."
"Shh," Carla waved her hand at him as he took a bite from one of the sandwiches she had abandoned earlier. She heard Mikasa trying to get the doll to be quiet from the other room; a mix of moaning and huffing. "Just don't let her watch any videos on childbirth, we'll be okay."
"Carla, I'm pretty sure she knows what childbirth entails."
She chose to ignore him again, grabbing the sandwich out of his hands and putting it back on the place. She was a mother. She was allowed to dream after all.
