Guardian Angel {EreMika}

Chapter 8: Prodigy

Mikasa's POV

"You avoided having your head on a plate by faking your death?" The boss wanted to hide me away as I dealt with grief, so I laid in a half-way house... all to myself for however long I wanted. A girl gotta have her personal space. 

Eren nodded, sitting next to me and holding my chin up. I saw deep into his emerald eyes, and I knew that he truly was human still. How his smiled made me weak. "I asked if you would believe me, and you replied that you would always believe in me. You doubted me for a second?"

"I-I... uh..." My face began to grow warm with embarrassment. "I didn't know you were gonna fake your death for me... if I had known, I wouldn't be this... mess."

"I needed your reaction- your grief." He pleaded, sighing and looking away. "And... I was afraid you wouldn't let me go through with this plan. But hey, we're alone together now. No one is hunting me, therefore you're safe for now."

My head calmly fell into his lap, and his arms held me tightly. A soft mist fell gently on me as he held me close. "I didn't fail... did I?"

"Of course not..." He chuckles softly. "You did better than keeping me alive. You brought be to life. You... sparked the true meaning of life to me. You have and always will be my angel, Mikasa. It's disappointing to see how far you've fallen- back when we were kids."

His hands gently rubbed my stomach, and I swear he was grinning a bit. 

"Mikasa, it's a little inappropriate to ask this but uh... will you always stay by my side?"

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1 Year Later...

Eren's POV

"You're sure she's gonna like me...?" I asked seeing at this... somewhat bundle of joy I had in my arms. Mikasa was just chuckling softly, seeing how I am reacting to this baby. "Based on what I'm seeing in her, she's gonna hate me. Hate all of us. We've killed people... for what? Money? Because we had to? Because we had no choice?"

"Eren..."

"What?"

Mikasa smiled and gestured for me to come closer. I did so, listening to her commands. I sat next to her on the couch, and see looks down at our daughter. "She'll understand. When she's 7 years old, she has to carry on my Ackerman tradition."

"And I'll kill anyone who dares touch our daughter." I said with a growl, seeing that our daughter had inherited Mikasa's black hair, yet my green eyes.

"Eren..." Mikasa chuckles and almost like she was... admiring my threats. "I'm sure that by the time she reaches that age, Katherine would kill them first."

"That's true... since you're one of the best assassinating families and I'm just well-trained. Katherine will be better than the both of us. I just know so."