Note Just a short Erehisu family drabble that may or may not grow into something more.


The day is beautiful.

Historia sits on the porch steps and watches her child play in the swaying grass.

Ymir is almost a year old now, old enough to be taking her first unattended steps in the grass, but young enough that she hasn't questioned why her father isn't around.

There are days where Historia questions if he's coming back at all, though she's quick to rebuke herself for such thoughts.

Eren made her a promise and, while she's not so naive or romantic as to assume that promise will protect him from death, she'll hold onto hope for as long as it takes.

Still- the time drags on and Historia becomes less and less certain.

He can't die, she thinks as she watches their daughter. Eren, you promised.

Ymir can't grow up without knowing her father.

She closes her eyes and breathes deep.

He'll come back.

She knows he will.

/

There's a figure approaching on the horizon.

Historia stands, heart in her mouth, almost afraid to hope.

"Ymir…" She beckons to her daughter, holding out her hand.

The toddler obeys, coming to stand beside her mother and clutching at her skirt.

She takes a hesitant step forward.

The figure is becoming clearer. Clear enough for her to discern the brown coat, the dark hair swept back.

It's him.

He kept his promise.

He's home.

She cries out before she can help it, bringing her hands to her mouth.

Ymir tightens her grip on her mother's skirt.
"Mama?"

Without thinking, Historia gathers the child up in her arms and waits, tears gathering in her eyes.

After several more steps, he runs to meet her, wrapping her arms around them both and holding them tight.

"I'm back," he whispers, voice choked with emotion. "I came back."