A/N) I actually drew a bit of blank where to go! But this is what came out. I am quite please with how it all came out. I think it came out well. I apologize for making you all wait so long. I tried to keep up a weekly update, but you all know that life sometimes has a habit of stopping progression upon things. I hope this chapter, albeit short, makes up for the wait. I will try to get out another chapter on time next time. I make no promises!

Carla Jaeger loved her family with her whole heart. She had fallen in love with a brilliant doctor, and then given birth to her beautiful son, Eren. Then, she couldn't bring any more babies into this world. So, she loved Eren with everything she had. Soon, Eren made friends, and met Armin. His parents died, and he was being raised by his grandfather. His grandfather soon passed, and Carla took him in. He and Eren always seemed close. When Eren came out as gay, she could have sworn they would have ended up together. In between Armin coming to live with them, they had found Mikasa. She lived with them, while they planned a funeral, and looked for any living relatives. She had grown attached, and with permission, (and legality) Carla added a sweet daughter to her family. Eren had given her a scarf, as a welcome to our family present, and Mikasa cherished it, and never took it off.

This was Carla's family, and her happiness. It all started crumbling when the kids became teenagers. Eren and Armin noticed boys a lot more than girls, and Mikasa was indifferent. Eren, being the more brash one, came out as gay. Carla was a little heartbroken, but this was her baby boy, she would love and support him no matter what. Grisha didn't feel the same. Homophobic words and phrases were thrown around, and Carla couldn't stop it. Armin quietly came out to Carla, but Grisha might have guessed, because he called Armin a few not so nice things. With some research, she cornered Mikasa, and found she was pansexual.

Having not "straight" kids didn't bother her. It bothered Grisha. They fought, constantly. Screaming, and hurling insults. Grisha would leave, Carla would cry. It intensified when the kids went to college. It progressed, when Eren let slip about having sex with guys. It built up, until finally, it was enough. The word divorce was finally used.

"Fine! But wait until after the holidays! I want the kids to enjoy Christmas." She had told her soon to be ex husband.

That didn't go as planned, and Thanksgiving dinner had been ruined.

She had gotten the call from Levi's assistant, Ilse. The divorce was ready to begin, and in a few days, Grisha would be served. Surprisingly, the whole thing made her feel numb. Not sad, just empty. That was hours ago.

She was looking through the old baby books she had, and smiled at the fond memories of it. Her cell started to ring and she looked, it was Eren. She answered it

"I take it Levi wanted you to check on me?" She asked.

She could practically hear the sheepish grin Eren's face "Yeah. So, are you okay mom?"

"I admit, I feel almost numb, but a house full of silence, is better than one if screaming. I'm lonely, but I'll live."

"Levi wanted me to tell you that if you need anything, anything at all, to not hesitate to ask. We are here for you."

"Thank you. To both of you boys. I love you. Shouldn't you be doing homework?"

"Yes mom. I'll get right on it. Love you too."

As soon as she clicked end, another call came through. It was Armin.

"Erwin ask you to check on me, Armin?" She asked after answering.

"Benefits of having a lawyer boyfriend." Armin said with a laugh.

"I'm alright Armin."

"Okay, but if you need anything Erwin and I are here."

"As are Eren and Levi. Thank you boys. I love you."

"We love you too mom."

She clicked end, and mentally counted down. Three...two...one...

Ring...ring...

"Hello Mikasa, dear." she said. The kids always had a habit of doing this. One by one, seconds apart, they called.

"Hey mom. How are you doing?" Mikasa asked.

"Alright, you don't have a lawyer boyfriend, so how do you know?"

"Hange is best friends with Erwin and Uncle Levi, so they know."

"Ahh, of course. Mikasa I am just fine. Everyone is so worried about me. How about you guys come home for Christmas, and keep your old mom company, hmm?"

"That sounds like a great idea mom! Is Hange invited?"

"Of course Hange is invited. I wouldn't make you stay without them. Tell Eren and Armin the same thing. We can make the most out of our Christmas!"

"You're the best mom. I love you. Hange says they love you too."

"I love you, and them as well."

Carla sighed as she clicked end. She shook her head. Her kids were really something else.

The divorce went smoothly. Grisha gave her everything, and then promptly told everyone to fuck off. Carla was unsure how she would feel after the divorce. Happy, sad, it was in the air. But then three pairs of arms wrapped around her. Her two handsome boys and her beautiful daughter, hugging her. She couldn't feel sad with attention like that. So, she felt happy. Even if she wasn't married to the man she fell in love with, she still had her kids. Now, her kids were her everything. These kids, were Carla's happiness.

"No! I don't want to!" Eren cried out, gripping onto the door.

Levi had his arms around Eren's waist, and was pulling him. The brat was strong, but he was stronger "God dammit, Eren! Stop being a fucking brat!"

"I don't want to do this! I can't!"

"You can, and you will! I will take you against your will, and force you!"

"You can't do this to me Levi, have a heart!"

"Let me check." Levi loosened his grip, then immediately tugged, when Eren let his guard down "Sorry! No fucks to be given."

Eren whined like a puppy, as he was pulled to the car. Today, was the day of his art gallery thing. He was so nervous. Even though every painting was one he was very proud of, he wasn't looking forward to hearing other people critiquing his work. To be honest, Eren didn't like when people critiqued his work. Not unless they could paint as well, but even then...fuck those people if they hate it. Criticism, Eren didn't take it well.

There were also those people who over analyze paintings. To find deeper meaning in the strokes, or colors. Each one of his paintings were straight forward. There were no underlying messages. Well, maybe there was one, in the wings of freedom.

He had found out, from Levi, that Hange, Erwin, and quite a few of the employees working at Levi's firm, and close friends such as Gunther, all had the wings of freedom on them. Either as a bracelet, necklace, earrings, some other jewelry, or as a tattoo. It was almost like a gang symbol or something. Levi said only those who were strong and worthy deserved to wear them. Oluo and Petra even had a set of wings, from when he and Petra were married. Apparently, he and Oluo were also good friends at one point.

Carrying on, the other painting he did was one of himself peeking over a wall as a child. Well, maybe that one also had a deeper meaning. Eren longed to see the world. All of it. He wanted to travel, and see all the wonders of the world. It was a silly dream, he knew that. College had been that first step forward to gaining more independence, and achieving life long goals. Levi had just been a bonus.

Other than those, the remaining three paintings were exactly what they looked like. He was snapped from his thoughts, when a hand touched his thigh. He looked up, and saw Levi with a smile on his face. "We are here. Now I know you're nervous."

"H-how?" Eren asked.

"You were quiet the whole way here."

"Shut up! I...I just...I can't do this!" Eren buried his face in his hands.

"Eren! Stop it. You were chosen to have your art put up, because you are a fantastic artist! No one will say anything bad. Just calm down, okay. I'm here. I care for you. All of your friends and family are here."

Eren nodded. His boyfriend was right. He leaned over the console to put his head on his shoulder "Thank you, Levi."

"You're welcome." Levi moved Eren's face, and planted a soft kiss on his lips. "Now, let's go, and let everyone meet this fantastic artist."

Eren blushed as he climbed out of the car. He loved when Levi called him an artist, almost as much as he loved Levi in general.