𝘽𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙨 | 𝙀. 𝙅𝙚𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙧

𝗖𝗼𝗻𝗳𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱

«Where's Mikasa? » Eren walked down the stairs slowly, seeing his mom go back and forth around the house full of energy, while on the other hand, he couldn't still open his eyes. 

«Uhm? Good morning sleepyhead, she said she went to Y/n. » Eren raised his head to look at his mother. He stood still in the middle of the corridor that led to the kitchen. She was with her?

«Don't stare at me like that! Come and have breakfast! Even if it's almost lunchtime...  » Carla added shaking her head and pouring coffee into a cup for Eren. 

«Yes... »

«Is everything good? It looks like you didn't sleep at all. » Eren took a seat at the table in the kitchen and took his coffee in one take.

«I did sleep, not much and not good. Maybe I'll take a nap later. » He didn't sleep at all. The last week seemed like hell, but it had been so sweet and tempting at the same time. He couldn't close his eyes, he imagined himself lost in her warm arms. It wasn't sexual, it never was, all he ever wanted was only to be on her side, always. 

«I'm sorry to hear that. Eat this. And, again, aren't you due a haircut? » He shocked his head without saying a word and Carla rolled back her eyes but smiled.

«Since the day after tomorrow is Christmas, would you like to come with me and help me with groceries today? » She asked kissing his forehead after removing strands of hair from his face with a tender caress. 

«Sure. » Eren nodded. 

«Aşkım, is there something you would like to tell me? » Eren grimaced shrugging and looked at his mother with a smile.  

He paused a little before answering. «It's nothing important. » He whispered. «I'm feeling a bit off, maybe it's the stress of the exams, last week was... tough. » 

«Are you sure, askım? »

«Evet. »

Yes.

Eren grabbed his phone, deep down hoping to find a text from her, and looked at the new messages from his friends, emails from university, and random stuff. Not a word from her. But he also didn't dare to write her something. Anything. He kept writing and deleting, writing and deleting, without sending it. Why it had to be that way? He couldn't wait until they had the opportunity to meet again, plus along with Armin and Mikasa.

«Your brother is coming back tomorrow. » Carla meanwhile had started to prepare lunch and the smell of spices invaded the kitchen, making Eren's began to grumble.

«Really? » She nodded starting to hum along to the song on the radio, chopping the vegetables. «Would you like to help me cook? » Eren rose from his chair and walked towards his mother. «What do I do? » 

«Chop the potatoes, please. » She said handing him some potatoes and a knife. «Use this. Be careful it's sharp. »

«Still using your notebook? Haven't you been cooking the same dishes for 20 years?»

«Yes. I wrote all my recipes here by hand. Sometimes I like to perfect them. I wish I could pass it on to you and my future daughter-in-law. Or... son-in-law! I don't mind. »

«Mom...!? » Eren ended up laughing.

«What are you laughing about? I'm a cool mom! You can tell me everything! I'll always support you! »

«Yes... yes, you are! »

«Don't make fun of your own mother! »

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