Hunter

Untitled Part 2

To both Grisha and Carla, it was obvious that their daughter had a very withdrawn and lazy personality despite how upbeat she acted when there were guests over. But both couldn't deny that their daughter was smarter than most kids.

At first it seemed like the exact opposite, when Eren didn't seem motivated to talk nor walk.

Then it became apparent that Eren was merely observing them, breaking down the words in her head. Grisha would sometimes catch his daughter trying to walk. It was amusing to see her pouting.

Then their baby girl began talking and walking as if she had been doing it her whole life. Grisha could swear his daughter seemed smug at Carla's surprised look.

Unlike other children, Eren was very well-behaved and obedient. Never throwing tantrums and very understanding of the fact that Grisha was away more often than not for work.

As guilty as Grisha felt for not being there the whole time for his daughter, he would feel even guiltier when his daughter would give him a warmth filled smile and raise her chubby arms up for him to pick her up in a hug and say: "Welcome home daddy."

Grisha tried to appease his guilt by asking his daughter if she wanted anything. She would always give him the same answer, "Books, please."

It started out with children books, tales filled with a rose tinted view featuring heroes and villains. Then the books got a bit more advanced. Not at a teenagers' level, but still advanced for a four year old. Eren still didn't throw away her old books, re-reading them when she was done with reading every book.

Grisha paused his writing of a letter to one of his clients, the sound of tiny footsteps pattering upstairs causing a small smile to lit up on the doctor's face.

It seemed like his daughter's self appointed nap time was over.

The half opened door of Grisha's office, also known as Eren's personal library, was pushed completely open, revealing the sleepy face of Eren.

Her short chin-length dark brown hair framed her face, even obscuring her eyes a bit, that is if she moved a certain way. Her eyelids were half-lidded, and yet one could see her teal eyes regardless.

Eren was adorable, and would one day grow up to be a beautiful woman.

Grisha wasn't just saying that because he was her father, but because it was obvious.

"Good morning daddy," she greeted with a lazy smile as she walked over to him with a fairy tale book about faeries hugged loosely to herself,

'So she's done with the other books,' Grisha noted to himself, proud.

He wasted no time in picking up his daughter and placing her on his lap. And Eren wasted no time in leaning back on her father's chest as if it was a pillow, her book opened in her hands.

Taking a moment to ruffle his daughter's hair Grisha continued to write the letter to one of his favorite client, the Ackerman. He didn't notice Eren's eyes occasionally glancing at the letter, making out a few of the contents.

This was a routine the father and daughter had going on when Grisha was home. Eren would grab a book and read it in her father's lap while waiting patiently for when her father was done with work.

Then the two would converse about different things, ranging from books that Eren read or a funny story of Grisha's. It was like a father-daughter tradition to the two.

When Grisha wasn't home Eren would simply read some books, write in her secret journal or sketch some stuff. She'd sometimes follow her mother like a duckling around the house while helping with the chores.