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𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗲

"𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳."

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

eren's pov

I fished the keys out of my pocket and unlocked the front door. The familiar creak of the hinges greeted me as I stepped inside, the faint scent of spices lingering in the air. In the kitchen, my mother stood by the counter, lost in thought, her face illuminated by the soft glow of the overhead light.

Since my graduation, she has lived alone, far from my father. It has been years since I've seen his face, but I feel at peace with that, and I can see that my mother is too.

"Mom?" I called softly, standing just behind her. She turned to face me, her warm smile radiating an affection that felt like home.

"My sweet boy," she said, pulling me into a tight embrace.

For so long, I'd held resentment toward her—anger that had festered and grown—but those feelings had faded. Now, she was my anchor on days like this, days when my stomach churned with a sickening mix of regret and shame.

The thought of Y/N being pregnant and not wanting anything to do with me or the child we created was suffocating. A sharp, unrelenting ache settled in my chest every time I imagined her hatred. But I couldn't blame her for being cold—I was the one who turned her into this.

"What made you drive from Marley to see your mama?" my mother asked, gesturing for me to follow her into the small, lived-in living room.

I hesitated, sinking into the chair opposite her. My eyes avoided hers as I leaned forward, clasping my hands together. "I need to tell you something, and I need advice. But... please don't be mad. Or disappointed." My voice wavered, laden with guilt.

My mother's expression softened, but concern flickered in her eyes. "What's wrong?" she asked her voice now a mix of worry and curiosity.

I took a deep breath, steeling myself. "Y/N is pregnant."

Her face lit up, a smile starting to form—"Before you say anything," I interrupted, the words rushing out in a jumble, "we're broken up. I hurt her, Mom. She saw me with someone elsethe day after we ended things. She doesn't want anything to do with me, or the baby."

The smile disappeared, replaced by a look of pure disgust. I felt the weight of her judgment before she even spoke.

"How—" She paused, standing abruptly and motioning for me to stop. "How could you do that to her? And you come here, looking for advice?"