Enjoy fellow comrades!

The kids were ecstatic. They thought that, for once, maybe things would turn out okay. Eren took the first chance he had out of critical eyes to embrace Mikasa in a deep, passionate kiss; he whispered how much he loved her and how glad he was that she would be okay, along with their unborn child. They wiped away each other's tears of happiness. They were so grateful for the outcome of the trial.

Things seemed to be great for a while. The other new recruits from the 104th were a little surprised when the secret was no longer a secret, and for good reason: Mikasa and Armin? She was so devoted to Eren and to find out that Armin was the father was very surprising. It was best not to risk letting it slip that Eren was really the father in case word somehow got out; they would not risk harm to either mother or child in any way, even if it meant keeping the truth from their other friends.

As Mikasa's pregnancy progressed and her belly grew, it really began to set into their minds that they were indeed going to become parents. It then really set in that they were only fifteen years old. All they really had in the world was each other. Her parents were dead and his mother was dead; neither had a clue where his father was, leaving them with only one another. It began to set in their minds that they were so young. They had no help from family members. They had no idea to be parents. Eren was not quite worried as Mikasa was since he was sure he would figure it out somehow, but her hormones were really taking over her emotions, no matter how much she tried to suppress it. Still, she tried her best to hide her worries from Eren.

The due date seemed to approach faster and faster each day and Mikasa's worries of becoming a mother intensified. She could only worry that she would not know what to do with the baby once it arrived.

"Hanji?"

"Hm?" The older woman hummed as she scribbled various notes in a notebook. Mikasa watched from the side. Honestly, Zoe did not need much help in the lab. It seemed that she enjoyed the company, though, and Levi had asked Mikasa to make sure Zoe did not run herself ragged, which was all that Mikasa really found herself doing.

"The Titans are like your children, right?"

Her attention was immediately diverted as she looked up to Mikasa, glasses shining, covering the excitement in her eyes. "Of course," She answered. She smiled. "What do you want to know about them? Something about Eren you want to know or...?"

Mikasa began to regret asking. Zoe was the only older woman she could really think of talking to and she knew that she might not be of the greatest help with the situation.

"I," Mikasa paused, trying to find the right words to dismiss the topic completely, but only sputtered out, "Never mind."

Zoe's expression dimmed. She caught on, though; she knew that Mikasa had changed her mind about talking about whatever was bothering her and she would not push the subject. Instead, she tried to lighten the tension that had set on the room.

"I've been meaning to ask, you're not feeling anything unusual, are you? We've got to make sure there are no drawbacks to carrying the spawn of a Titan." Zoe's eyes filled with glee once again.

"Titan shifter," Mikasa mumbled in correction. (She did not want to show disrespect to someone of a higher rank, but she refused to think of Eren as a Titan. He could just shift into a Titan; he was not a Titan.) But she tried shaking it off and answered the question. "You mean other than the bloating and extra pressure?"

Zoe laughed. "Don't be so negative, Mikasa! That baby could be the hope for tomorrow! Maybe it will be able to help with getting rid of the Titans!"

Mikasa frowned. Her hands traced over her swollen stomach. She was not sure if she would want that for her child. She did not want it to feel the pressure that she felt as a soldier, that Eren felt being a Titan shifter. She only wanted the best for her child; she did not want to think of it coming in harm's way. After all, this was the little life that she and Eren had created together they were talking about.

Zoe reached a hand out, resting it on Mikasa's shoulder. A reassuring smile spread across the older woman's face. "Don't worry. Who knows? Maybe it won't even be a shifter! We don't know how this works yet and we'll get to figure out thanks to you and Eren, so don't fret it too much, alright?"

Mikasa relaxed a bit. Zoe may not have been helpful with her mothering worries, but she did mean well and that made Mikasa feel much better.

Eren took note of the way Mikasa made her way to the bed that night. She was walking different; she was...waddling. He smirked a bit. It was kind of funny to see her that way, but he would not let her catch on to his amusement. She did not let it on, though Eren could see she was suffering a bit, whether from her changing appearance or the backlash of pregnancy symptoms.

He put out the candle and lay down with Mikasa. He closed his eyes, ready to drift off to sleep, when she suddenly asked, "Do you think I'll be a good mother?"

Her voice did not seem any different. Still, something seemed off about this. It was not like her to question something like that, but he could only think that as they were getting closer to the birth, she was starting to worry. Her anxieties were absolutely justified; he was worried as well. It just seemed strange that she would ask that.

Eren chuckled in an attempt to calm her nerves. "If you baby it anything like me, you'll be just fine."

"That's not what I meant."

It went silent.

He realized that she was legitimately concerned that she would be a bad mother. The subject of their parenting skills had never once come up during the past months of their journey and he realized how real the matter really was: they were going to have a baby. It had crossed their minds many times since finding out about the pregnancy, but it had never seriously set. It seemed more like an idea than anything most of the time. It almost felt like it was just something they planned to do, yet it was a real issue.

"I'm just worried," She mumbled, tugging at her scarf. (Eren wondered how she could stand sleeping with it on, but he would not try to separate her from it.) "We're doing this on our own."

She was right. They were on their own. He was sure that some of their friends in the Scouting Legion would help them since they were like family, but how would they learn all that they needed? Would they know what the child needed? What was bothering it? Would they know how to change diapers or to feed it? Would it come as instinct?

It was then the silence was broken by a quiet, muffled sniffle. Mikasa had tried so hard to keep her emotions in check; her hormones worked against that. A signal tear fell down her cheek.

"I just wish Mom was here."

Eren had no clue if she meant her biological mother or the mother she had come to love within Carla. It did not matter, though. She wished she had someone to guide her on the situation. She was just a young girl and she had not had much experience with children, let alone babies. Yet, there she was, getting ready to become a mother.

Eren hushed her, pulling himself up and her into his lap. She seemed so vulnerable at that moment. It seemed so foreign that she would let down her walls. She was curled up as much as she could with their unborn baby in between them. He slowly rocked back in forth in a calming manner, hoping to settle her nerves.

"We can get through it," He whispered, "We've made it through so much already and we'll get through this. I promised, didn't I?"

She did not say anything. She only buried herself into his chest and he pulled her closer. He brushed her hair back behind her ear, leaning down to whisper into it. "I love you, so trust me that we can do this, okay?"

She nodded. She pulled her arms out from between them and wrapped them around him. Her head rested against his shoulder as she slowly started to nod off to sleep. Eren was almost afraid to move, so he settled to lean against the headboard and hold her like that throughout the night.