"Page After Page" | Erwin x Reader

Scrambled

Just wanted to clear up [F/N] means fathers name and [M/N] means mother's name.

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"Father.."
You called, nudging his shoulder he only let out a groan, turning over as his back faced towards you, a frown growing across your lips.

You raised both hands, pressing them against his back you shoved harder, another groan leaving him.

Watching puzzled as he turned over to your side, his eyes still shut he faced towards you, his hand fluttering in the air it patted the top of your head.

As if he was trying to register you you felt his heavy palm on your head, your eyes glancing up a small chuckle diverts your attention.

Glimpsing down you saw his eyes open, a smile spread across his face before both hands wrapped around you, pulling you into a him he began laughing as you sat on top of his stomach.

"What're you doing here you little worm..!?"
He began tickling your sides as you fell into fits of laughter, trapped in his arms unable to pull away you could only fling your legs around.

Seeing the delight in his face only made you laugh harder, another groan coming from his side you stared over.

Seeing your moms tired expression her eyes open hesitantly, her hand raising she clasped the side of your cheek.

"Can't I sleep a few more hours.."
She jokingly spoke, shaking your head as your father let his grip go, jumping on top of your mom who laughed as well.

"You'll miss breakfast!"
You exclaimed loudly, your mom wrapping her arms around you she pulled you to her chest, kissing your forehead as you hugged her.

The creaking of the bed alerting you your father pulled himself from the covers, standing on the hard slate wood a yawn left him.

"[M/N] she's right, has she ever failed to wake us up on time?"
Putting on his slides your mom let out a sigh in agreement, watching your father leave the room in silence her eyes turned back towards you.

You were a spitting image of her and she was a spitting image of you, only a small different in your facial features you were called your mothers twin.

Your father promising you'll look like him in the future he held onto that small hope as if he lost a bet.

"Well why don't we read a little till your father is finished huh?"
She asks, watching your expression brighten in glee you nodded, being put back on the bed you sunk into its soft mattress.

Your mother rising from her bed she wore a red buttoned up sleeping shirt, her sleeping pants also red it matched.

While you wore a white night gown with sowed in blue flowers around the collar, with anticipation you watched your mother draw a book out of the shelf.

Returning to your bedside she patted your head with a small smile, cracking the book open her hand glided across the page, the smell of  ink filling your nose.

You sat beside her on the edge of the bed, glancing over her side to stare at the words.

She let in a deep breath, before the words began to flow from her lips, it was tranquil hearing your mother speak nevertheless read.