Born with the Spine that saved Ymir, [Y/n] summoned the 10th Titan Shifter, the most powerful of all. It has every fragment of the Nine Titan Shifters and does not have the curse to live for only 13 years, but it has one weakness. The person who pos...
"Jean-boy! You didn't tell me that you're taking her home today!" Jean's mother exclaimed as she ran towards the both of you to give you a hug. She embraced you like you were her daughter, but you didn't mind. You were longing for a physical touch from a mother who understands.
"Jean sort of dragged me here." You snickered as you went inside their house. Jean placed the bag of goods on the table as your eyes scanned their simple home.
"Please, make yourself at home." Jean's mother said and went to the kitchen. You undressed your long olive-green military coat and hung it on the rack beside the door. The home felt warm and comfortable as Jean started helping out his mother. You have a habit of not staying still, so you stood up to help them out.
"Let me help prep the vegetables you with that." You cheerfully said as you rolled up your sleeves.
"Oh! You don't have to-" "She has great cooking skills, mom." Jean winked at his mother as he took the plates from the cupboards.
"I said I would be making dinner for you, but Jean-boy says so, then start by chopping these." She handed out some vegetables as you position the chopping board in front of you. You took a small kitchen knife and began chopping the vegetables into chunks.
"You should be on kitchen duty more often. Sasha would probably steal everybody's plate!" Jean teased as he placed the spoons, forks, and plates on the dining table across the kitchen.
"Then I guess you're ready to be a wife! How old are you?" Mrs. Kirschtein clapped her hands as if she won the lottery. You blushed at her statement, but it put a curve on the corner of your lips to hear such flattery.
"Mom! You're embarrassing her!" Jean yelled a bit as he slumped on the couch.
"I'm 17, Mrs. Kirschtein." You politely answered as you finished chopping the last vegetable.
"A year older than my son! Anyways, I could take it from here." His mother said as you sat beside Jean and leaned on his shoulder. You couldn't help but take a short nap.
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"That was the best meal I had in months!" You clasped your hands as you commended Mrs. Kirschtein's dish.
"I'm glad you like it. It's an act of gratitude for training my son to be one of the best soldiers." She said as she picked up the dirty dishes.
"I'm just doing my duty, Mrs. Kirschtein." You said as you stood up. [Y/n] couldn't help but caress her meager baby bump that looks like it had been there for two and a half months with her right hand. Did you enjoy the food? She thought to herself. She instantly stopped what she's doing to avoid any looks coming from Jean, who was gulping water.
"Goodness dear! You should stay here for the night." Mrs. Kirschtein blurted while looking out the window by their kitchen counter. It was already midnight, and not many people are in the streets.
