Wishing Tree |Alternate Ending |

Normal Love & Troubles

Eren's POV
Leaning on the door frame with crossed arms to Clara's bedroom, I watch Mikasa sitting on the bed with Clara on the floor in between her legs, fiddling with the ruffles on the birthday dress I had made for her. It's a simple white, with long sleeves and a ruffled bottom. I don't know anything about dresses and since Mikasa was going through a lot with the founder I had to make the preparations with a seamstress in town. I cant say I enjoyed that, it's more mikasa's realm but Clara's happy and M promised some more alone time as an award for being such a good husband and father.' Is what she said anyway.

Honestly if it wasn't for it being the twins eighth birthday today, I would've already sent the Twins to Armins house and had my way with Mikasa right now. Her sitting there in that white blouse, tucked into that long red skirt may be hiding most of her skin but I know better. I know exactly whats under it all, because I didn't just go to get Clara a dress. No, I knew Mikasa's founder would eventually not be a problem anymore and I wanted to plan for it. I wanted to see my wife in something that made my  lowers so turned on that I'd have to leave town just to stay off of her.

I understand a war is well on its way and I want to be the supportive husband but damn, shes so tempting my brain scatters and I forget to breathe. Even being close to her at the light house just wasn't enough. Ive learned to become a selfish man with her, which is why the outfit shes wearing is also an outfit I had the seamstress make. The new style underneath involves a corset that holds her breast to perfection and I cant wait to take it off, while in that skirt, underwear is not a necessity according to the seamstress and I have to admit, the best thing to fashion today.

Though as much as I am a man with all these desires with his wife, another part of me loves watching her have these chances to be a mother too. Mikasa and I have been through alot, and when she was stuck on that Island she lost six months of our children's lives and the smile on her face right now is so soft, so delicate if you interrupt her now, her expression may just send real living butterflies as a bullet to shut me up.

Taking her in my eyes trail from her lips to her gray eyes focused on the french braid shes weaving into our daughter's hair, moving my gaze down to the red scarf wrapped loosely around her neck as her long hair is draped over her right shoulder in a simple ponytail.

"Dad I don't understand this." Mins pulls me out of my thoughts, standing in his doorway across the hall to his room. I turn to my son holding his black tie in the air like it's a snake he found in the garden and he should dispose of it immediately.

"You look like a mess Min." I chuckle, kneeling down to his level to fix the buttons that he managed to misalign. "Next time start from the bottom and move up." I say, reaching the top button of his short sleeve button up "Now tuck it in." I take the tie from his hand so he can tuck his shirt into his brown trousers. Once he finished I tie the tie around his neck effortlessly.

Looking up to meet Mins emerald eyes that mirror mine, I reach up to run a hand through his hair "You also need a haircut bud,." I say remembering the days of when my hair had the awkward length.

Min pouts "but I want my hair to be like yours dad, it looks cool." He says to me, tugging at the tie so it's not so close to his neck.

The idea my son wants to be anything like me is adorable but terrifying "Yeah, not happening." I stand, going to the bathroom to grab the scissors "Come on, let's give it a cut before everyone gets here."

Min groans, "Come on dad please. Its my birthday." He complains, as he follows me downstairs to the kitchen.

"Birthday or not, no complaining. Listen to your father." I hear Mikasa demand from the bedroom.

I cant help but feel pleased with our parent dynamic, as Mikasa always has my back in even the small matters. Min stopped complaining after mikasa stepped in and sits in the chair I pull to the middle of the room.