A/N: See? Doesn't this chapter make up for the last one? ^^ ... No, it doesn't? Well... Okay then. X'D

Day 4 (Are we done yet?!): Family (I totally sucked at this prompt)

-Misty

Eremin Week!

Seven days if these two adorable idiots doing adorable thing! Rated k-m for fluff, adult language, and smut.

Chapter Four: Family

"I'm home!"

"Shush, Eren!" Armin warned in a quiet hiss, his finger pressed to his own lips.

Eren winced, careful while he shut the door behind him. He toed his shoes off quietly while setting his winter coat down on the coat rack hanging by the door.

"Sorry, is she asleep?" Eren asked in a whisper. Armin nodded his head, his annoyed look morphing into one more of relaxed content as he padded quietly back into the kitchen. Eren followed, but not without a quick glance into the living room.

"She fell asleep an hour ago." Armin explained while poking his head out from the kitchen. Eren smiled, his gaze locked on the sight of the girl curled up in a bunch of blankets on the futon. Her red hair stuck up from the blankets, her face barely showing from under the duvet.

"Was she playing in the snow all day...?" Eren asked, finally tearing his gaze away from her for a moment to find Armin walking back into the kitchen. He followed, watching as Armin grabbed at a mug from the cabinet and set it down on the counter.

"For most of it, yeah. I didn't want her getting sick though. Lord knows Levi and Farlan would kick our butts if she got sick." Armin said over his shoulder as he pulled out a packet of hot chocolate and prepared it.

"True, true. However, Isabel was eating a ladybug as a dare from Jean yesterday. Playing in the snow is the least of that girls' worries." Eren scoffed.

"Remind me to tell Levi that." Armin sighed as he got hot water going. "He's going to want to know that."

"Don't you find it funny that Levi found Isabel only a few months ago, and now she's like his little sister?" Eren asked. Armin looked at him skeptically before getting a spoon and stirring the contents in the mug.

"You mean that they're so close already?" Armin asked and leaned against the island counter.

"Yeah, you don't see a lot of relationships like those these days." Eren said. Armin hummed and blew on the hot chocolate to cool it down.

"If I remember correctly, we were a lot like that."

"I said these days, Armin." Eren corrected. Armin rolled his eyes before holding out the mug for Eren. Eren accepted it gratefully, leaning over to kiss Armin's forehead softly. "Thank you."

"I figured you'd want some." Armin excused, but Eren ignored it and gently sipped at the drink, careful not to burn himself.

"So what time is Levi going to be here today...?" Eren asked, mug against his lips and muffling his words.

"I talked to Levi earlier. He said that if it keeps snowing like this, next year. He's hoping he can get out of work by five, but he isn't sure yet." The blond relayed the message from earlier to Eren.

"That's okay. I love it when Isabel comes over, so it's no problem." Eren said.

"And with how hard she played today, it wouldn't surprise me if she was asleep all day." Armin openly stated. Eren grinned behind his mug, his eyes glinting with a mischievous something that Armin couldn't identify, but knew all too well. "No, Eren." He warned.

"Sleep all day, you say?" Eren countered, setting the mug down.

"Eren, no, not while she's here." Armin frowned as Eren advanced towards him, forcing back into the cabinets and counters.

"She'd never know." Eren assured, placing his hands on Armin's hips when Armin had nowhere else to run.

"She'd probably hear us." Armin looked away from Eren's intense gaze, his cheeks dusting a soft pink.

He wanted to fight more, he really did, but fuck, who invented hormones again?

"Not if we bite into something." Eren pressed his body into Armin's, hips connected and chests pressed together. There was no way Eren couldn't feel Armin's heart beating like a drum from within his chest. Eren had that effect on him, and the brunette knew it all too well. He just liked to tease him the way he was now.

"... F-Fine, but make it quick. I don't want Isabel waking up and catching us. She probably doesn't even know what sex is." Armin finally gave in, his hands coming up to wrap around Eren's shoulders to hold himself up. His legs felt like jelly, and if Eren removed himself and his body, Armin was sure he'd fall over. "God forbid she told Levi that we had sex and she caught us. It'd be the end of us both."

"More so me than you..." Eren muttered and smirked. "But your right. We shouldn't be doing this while Isabel is here." He said and backed away, leaving Armin to cling to the counter top so he wouldn't fall to the ground.

"What...?" The blond gaped in surprise.

"You're right. Isabel really could wake up at any moment, and I don't want her seeing something like that." Eren sighed with a shrug of his shoulders, moving to lean against the island where the mug of hot chocolate was sitting and cooling.

"... Y-You're such an asshole!" Armin said in astonishment.

"Ouch, that hurt, Armin. That hurt right here." Eren joked and placed a fist over his heart.

"Shut up, Eren." Armin all but growled, moving past Eren to grab the nearly empty mug and put it in the sink.

"Are you really that upset...?" Eren asked, standing behind Armin as the blond worked at cleaning some of the dish. "You know I was just playing with you, right?"

"I know... You've just been doing that a lot lately..." Armin admitted.

"Are you pouting?" Eren asked while looking over Armin's shoulder.

"No," Armin mumbled and turned his head so Eren couldn't see his face.

"Armin Arlert is pouting. Holy shit." Eren said and laughed when Armin tried elbowing his gut, but he missed, to his surprise. "Sorry, sorry. I'll stop now."

"Good." Armin set the clean mug and a clean plate in the dry side of the sink. Eren wrapped his arms around his lover, his head falling so his chin could dig into a petite shoulder. "No."

"Not this time. I'm just relaxing." Eren assured, placing a kiss just below Armin's ear.

"Sure you are," Armin said and went back to washing the dishes. Eren's hands sat on his hips, his thumbs rubbing little circles in a manner that was more soothing than sensual. Eren began humming by his ear, a soft and quiet tune Armin recognized as a lullaby that Carla Jaeger once used to sing before she passed away. "What's up, Eren?"

"What do you mean?" Eren stopped humming and asked.

"You're clingy today." Armin turned his head so he could look at Eren, their cheeks pressed together. "I mean more so than usual."

"Mhm... I guess I am..."

"Why...?"

"... I like this." Eren said and leaned his head into Armin's.

"Like what...?"

"This... I know we're giving her back later and all, but having Isabel asleep on the couch, having a little girl to take care of, and to make hot chocolate on a snowy morning for... It's just really nice." Eren explained, his eyes closing as if picturing the scenario again.

"It is," Armin agreed and smiled softly.

"I like it. It's like we're a family."

"I thought we were a family?" Armin questioned.

"I meant like a legit family. Like we're married, Isabel is our kid. With us here like this, you making me something to drink when I get home from work, and me standing here holding you like this." Eren listed of, beginning to rock back and forth lightly. "It's really nice."

"It's really relaxing." Armin agreed, setting the dishes down in the sink and drying off his hands. He placed a hand against Eren's, the other moving to run fingers through soft, brown hair as he tilted his head back.

"Mhm... Is this something you would want? You know, a family?" Eren asked, opening his eyes to look at Armin, only to see his closed.

"Yeah... Yeah, I'd really like something like this."

"Even a kid or two?"

"Yeah," Armin agreed. "I like the idea too. It's nice having Isabel around, even when she wakes us up in the morning. Although that one would get annoying after a while I think." He laughed.

Suddenly the hands that were wrapped around his waist were gone. Armin looked over his shoulder, but Eren was turning him around and holding him against the counter quicker than he could question him. He tried to open his mouth to ask him what he was doing, but Eren's lips were over his in the most passionate of kisses Armin thought the brunette had ever given him. The kiss itself made his legs give out, but his arms were around his shoulders and holding himself up to say connected with Eren, and Eren's hands were running along his sides, smoothing up and down his waist and giving him goose bumps. Was that Eren's tongue pushing its way between his teen? Yes, it was, and it did well to pull a groan from Armin.

However, all too soon like the previous kiss, this one was over, and Armin was left in a dazed state, panting against Eren's face that was now a lighter shade of pink.

"W-What was that for…?" He managed to ask between labored breaths. Eren sighed and rested his forehead against Armin's, taking in his distinct scent while tasting him on his tongue. To him, Armin was like a drug to him all on his own, and damn, it was hard to stop with him once he got started.

"Armin…" Eren breathed and looked at Armin, finding his eyes closed behind his bangs. "Let's get married then…"

Blue eyes fluttered open at those words, and Eren could see Armin's cheeks go red from ear to ear in point three seconds flat. That must have been a new record.

"... What?"

"It wouldn't be so bad. You already said you liked this lifestyle…"

"Eren…!" Armin blurted out, his eyes widening. "Y-You… Idiot!"

"What…?" Eren asked with wide eyes that portrayed his hurt.

"… Y-Yes," Armin said, and a sigh left his lips. Realization struck a chord within his scattered mind, a single tears slipping down his cheek. He meant it. "Yes, you idiot, yes…"

Armin yanked Eren forward, pulling him in for a searing kiss. His arms wrapped around Eren's shoulders, and this time he wasn't letting go. He'd say yes in every shape and form, and his first plan didn't include letting the brunette go any time soon.

Eren's arms held him close though, showing that he didn't plan for that either. He dragged Armin forward, hips and chests together again and Armin's legs wrapping around his waist. Eren wouldn't let him fall though, his arms and hands cradling Armin around his thighs and ass to keep him up. Armin had no complaints. In fact, Armin groaned against Eren's lips, his fingers pulling on Eren's hair in the mix of passion and possession.

The growl that left Eren's throat could have been considered animalistic. It could have been, but Armin was more worried about how a sound like that could turn him on so badly in such a short amount of time. He could feel his own aching need straining against his pants, rubbing against Eren's perfectly sculpted body, and in return, Eren's own erection was pressing into the seam of his pants.

"Yes…" Armin whined breathlessly, his hips rolling in search of more friction, of more pleasure. Eren groaned, or maybe it was another growl, a sound threatening to anyone else other than Armin as he pulled Armin away from the cabinets and to the table where he forced him to lay down on. Armin tried sitting up, but Eren's hands were pinning his shoulders into the table and holding him there while his lips attacked Armin's neck, just below his hairline. Armin whimpered, tilting his head back to give him more space to kiss and suck, and when Eren's teeth sunk into his neck, he gasped, his hips rolling up in frantic desire.

"Excuse me…?"

Both of them barely heard the small voice behind them, but with Armin's head tilted back, he could see it more than hear it.

And oh, why did he have to see it?

There, standing directly behind them with her arms crossed over her chest in a manner that clearly mimicked Levi when he was annoyed, was Isabel. Red hair tousled and wrinkles in her skin from where the blankets pressed into her face, neck, and arms, it was easy to see that she had just woken up from her nap.

Armin sat up quickly, and when his neck bumped into Eren's nose, the brunette followed, only to see Isabel standing by as well. He jumped up from the table, leaving Armin against it as he turned away to wipe at his lips from the drool that had accumulated there.

"I-Isabel, you shouldn't just walk in on people without knocking!" Armin said and sat up, buttoning up his shirt. When had Eren even undone the first few buttons?

"Knock on what? There's no door," Isabel retorted while leaning against the archway. Oh yes. She was very much like her 'big bro'. "So do you do this all the time there? Because I don't want to eat where you two do your adult stuff."

"No, we don't do this here." Eren said over his shoulder, though she knew it was a lie. Of course they'd done it there once or twice, and on the bed, and in the shower, and on the couch she had been sleeping on, but did she really didn't know that one?

"W-We were just… Celebrating." Armin stood up from the table and smoothed his hair out, because he could feel a few tangles under his ears and at his fringe.

"Is that what they call it these days? Gee, a fourteen year old like me wouldn't know the jargon of today's youth." Isabel retorted once again before moving to get something to eat from the cupboards.

"No, Isabel. That's not what this is about." Eren grumbled. Armin smiled sympathetically to him, watching as Eren tried cleaning himself up at the sink, but that didn't help much. Isabel hummed, her hand reaching into a box of crackers and pulling out some to eat.

"No…" Armin mumbled. Eren looked up from the sink, water dripping off of his hands and face while he smiled. "We're… Getting married."

Isabel stopped with her mouth open, crackers in her hand and ready to be eaten, but stopped short at her lips. Wide-eyed, the girl pushed the crackers back into the box and set it down.

"Really…?" She asked, her smile spreading her cheeks wide with crumbs all over them. "That's great!" She cheered and moved to hug Armin, but she stopped quickly and stepped back. "Ah, I-I don't think I want to touch you right now."

"Oh stop it, Isabel. It wasn't like that at all!" Eren exclaimed, exasperated by the young girl.

"Uh huh. Anyway, we need to celebrate! I'll make you guys a big feast!" Isabel beamed and moved to grab at a pan above the stove. Armin watched with fascination as Eren chased her down and took the pan from her, but Isabel began reaching for the nobs on the stove, ready to turn on the oven.

"Hey, hey! Isabel, stay away from the oven! You remember what happened last time, right?"

"Your eyebrows grew back!"

"Yeah, after three months! If I didn't know Levi beforehand, I'd think that his eyebrows being thin is your doing!"

Armin laughed, his hand covering his smile.

If this was what his life was going to be like all too soon, he couldn't wait to be in a family with Eren.