"Eren," I rush over to my desk.

"Is this...me?" He asks, pointing to various photos.

"They all are," I pant. He looks up at me and takes a gulp.

"They're all so good...and you look so beautiful, (Y/N)." He holds my arms.

"So are you...handsome...I mean..." Words roll off my tongue. Eren's eyes gaze over to my bed, and he notices the stuffed toy hidden between the wall and pillow.

"What is this?" He walks over to it, and picks it up.

"No," I choke, biting my bottom lip. A few years ago when I first saw Eren's transformation, I wrote about how cool it was to my mother. I even scribbled it at the bottom of the page, and sure enough she made a stuffed toy of it. It has green button eyes and small elf's ears and white teeth, and could be recognised as Eren's titan from a mile away.

He picks it up and turns it around, then cuddles it to his face. "Is this me?" He grins, and I nod, flustered completely.

"Sorry, it's a bit creepy..." I sigh.

"No, it's really cute!" He smiles warmly.

"No, I mean that I sleep with you every night...it would be creepy if you didn't like me,"

"That's okay, I mean if Sasha or Christa did it too, I'd think that's cute!" His green eyes are spinning. "Did you make it?" He asked curiously.

"No, my mom did," I say, then cover my mouth. I've made this poor boy remember the death of his parents twice in one day. Good job, (Y/N). I mentally slap myself.

"Don't feel guilty for having parents, (Y/N). Our children need some grandparents," Eren places a hand on my shoulder. Wait- did he say children? "I'm sorry," He turned red, covering his face. "Was that too soon?"

"No," I smirk. There is silence for a while, as Eren looks at the Titan plushie.

"Should we go now, (Y/N)?" He offers his hand.

"Yes," I take it, linking my arm with his. It's so warm, and the weight soothes all the thoughts that cloud my mind.

We walk down to the ball room where couples are continuing to slow dance, romantically linked together.

Eren holds my hands, and as a new song is playing, we begin to slow dance, my head rested on his chest. His heart beats quite fast, as I wrap my arms around his waist. He holds me quite close, and I look up in concern.

"You're heart rate..." I say.

"My heart beats only for you, (Y/N). Your touch is so soft..." He whispers, planting a kiss on my forehead.

A soft light is then reflected on the both of us, and I see our group smiling and clapping as they see us both.

"Who do you think told the other first?" Jean asks Reiner, chuckling.

"Jaeger doesn't have the balls to have done it," Levi interrupts, smiling.

I see Eren roll his eyes as he tightens his grip around my waist. We dance so slowly, so romantically and a final tear creeps from my eye.