The sun gently grazed Eren as he woke up to birds quietly chirping, creating a sense of serenity. He opened his eyes only to be greeted with a mass of silky black hair. No that Eren had a fetish for it but he took a great big whiff of Mikasa's scent... "mmmm strawberry, same as always."

He then realised the position they were in. Mikasa had her arms limply wrapped around his torso, her face was buried in his chest and their legs were intertwined. He looked over to the clock, it read 11:30 am.

"Mikasa... wake up we need to get up and at it. Mikasa... wake up.... stop pretending to be asleep... I can see you smiling... Mika..." Eren grew tired of her antics, even if he found them almost irresistibly adorable, and shoved his freezing hand down her shirt and over her shoulder blades causing her to wildly react and her back arched in an unnatural way.

"Geeze your a prick Eren."

"Morning sleeping beauty."

"Morning dickhead." Eren slightly smiled at her insult

"How did you sleep?"

"It was the best sleep I've had in years and I don't even have a head ache this morning." Mikasa started to gently caress Eren in a soothing matter, sending shivers down his spine as he ran his fingers between her hair.

"I'm selling my house."

"Sorry can you repeat that."

"Eren, I said I'm selling the house."

Eren raised a sceptical eyebrow and he manoeuvred Mikasa head so their gazes aligned, 'Why?"

"This place doesn't hold any significance to me and is only filled with bad memories."

"I wont pry then.. have you got anywhere to go?"

"I was going to stay with Sasha for a couple of weeks and see if I can find a place closer to work, nice and cheap I don't need anything to fancy." Eren and Mikasa lay there in comfortable silence each nursing their own thoughts soon they picked up a discussion about the housing market, "look at us Eren we're like an old married couple. Waking up next to each other, talking about the state of the housing market and finances. I've got to say I don't hate it."

The heat pooled in Eren face as he tried to keep himself composed trying not to, and failing, to overthink her words. Mikasa looked into his emerald green eyes and held his gaze as she inched her way closer to his lips and en-capsuled them in hers for the briefest moment. Mikasa was hungry for more but paused to wait and see if Eren would reciprocate.

Eren so badly wanted to kiss back but he felt overwhelming guilt and unworthiness. Why should he who had taken so many lives give into his desires, they all had desires and people they wanted to hold for eternity but he cute those desires short. He wanted to reciprocate but he was unsure what Mikasa really wanted. Did she love him? How could she love a monster? Did she only want comfort because she missed Jean in some highly complicated way? What did she really want?

"Eren..."

"Yes."

"Would you like to grow old with me."

"....Mika I'm a bad person and I've take many lives. I'm a murderer, how could I ever make you happy."

"That's not what I asked you, I asked if you would like to grow old with me."

"Mikasa you wont be happy wi.."

Mikasa shot up and stared holed into him from above, "Eren last night while you were out of it I had a little chat with Historia, it was nice of you to give her Ymir's contact details by the way but that's besides the point. She told me about your chat and how you feel guild and that you shouldn't have happiness in your life."

Eren was convinced he completely misjudged Historia he hadn't taken her for one to spill confidential matters.. or at least not so quickly.

"And you know what Eren, that's pretty shitty of you honestly. You took those lives to protect those you love and they were prepared for it as well. Stop pitying them and live a full life because living any other way would be an insult to their memories.'

"Eren I'll ask you another question. Do you love me, because I love you. I always have even if I haven't always shown it."

"Mikasa I can't do this"

"Don't avaid the question Yaeger. Do you love me?"

"Mikasa, I...."

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Armin felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and pulled it out taking a quck look at the called ID and answering, "Hey Eren what can I do for ya?"

"Armin how would you like to be a godfather?" Annie watched in abject horror as her fiancee collapsed besides her.

"Hey Eren, I heard what you said to Armin, so congratulations... and in case you haven't already guessed Armin fainted so we'll call you back later."

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Eren lay his head on Mikasa's belly listening out for the faintest sign of a heart beat, while looking up at the black haired goddess, who was his wife of two years, with tender love in his eyes.

He was content. He was happy.

He was happy..... because he was born into this world.

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Thank you for reading the final chapter and I hope you enjoyed. I apologise if i cut it a bit short but this came to mind as I was writing and then it all happened. Thank you for those who have supported me throughout. I quite enjoyed writing it but as I am now back at university I won't be writing much at all, thank you for understanding.