Hello! It's been a long, long time. I decided to browse through some of my old prompts I got years ago on tumblr, and thought it wouldn't hurt to post here. I revised them, but my writing has changed a bit. I saw some nice jeankasa fanart lately and got a bit of feels.

An anon requested: pregnant Mikasa, supporting Jean, fretting Eren, among other things. So here you have Jean and Eren bonding, and Jean being the perfect husband he'll surely be.

You can send me some requests if you're feeling up to it. I'm writing slower lately, but I try.

Enjoy!

vi. pregnancy

"Jean," whispered Mikasa, hand lightly shaking his shoulder and stirring him awake, "Jean…"

His eyes snapped open, sitting up quickly and turning to look at her with wide eyes. "Is there something wrong?" He asked, too agitated for someone who had just woken up, hands already caressing her swollen stomach and touching the sheets as he tried to make sure that everything was okay.

She released a puff of breath, cracking a smile, "Relax," her hands found his and she squeezed them lightly. "I, hm…" Mikasa licked her lips and looked away. "I want green apples."

Jean's muscles tensed, and relaxed as he smiled in relief, pressing one palm against his chest over his wildly beating heart. He leaned in and kissed her forehead, fingers lightly trailing her bare arms before he slipped from under the sheets and out of the bed. Mikasa smiled at him, both thankful and apologetically, and bid him a quiet goodbye once he was dressed up and ready to go. It was still dark outside, the sun wouldn't be up for another three hours, but he wasn't complaining; he would do anything and everything to make his wife happy.

As he crossed the living room area towards the front door, he heard the shifting of fabric coming from behind him, and upon turning around, he spotted Eren putting on his shoes and rising from the couch. Jean glanced at the makeshift bed not too far from him and grinned slightly at the sight of one sleeping Armin. "Don't you ever sleep?"

Eren replied, his tone as quiet as Jean's, as he put on his coat, "I wanna make sure everything's okay."

Sighing, he opened the door and both men went outside, shivering at the cold wind. "You can stay, you know." They made their way to the market street, hoping to find a certain merchant who was willing to sell them fruits in the middle of the night.

"I'd rather go with you, so you don't take a detour and end up in another woman's house." Jean grabbed Eren by the back of his head and shoved him away playfully, picking up his pace to leave him behind.

Thankfully, said merchant didn't yell at them and was more than eager to offer them, the best Survey Corps members, his best apples – for free. The thought of Mikasa Ackerman – Mikasa Kirstein, he corrected - eating his apples to satisfy her cravings oddly made his heart swell with pride. While Jean thanked the man (and distracted him), Eren slipped a generous quantity of money in his back pocket, and both men returned home, only to find that Mikasa had fallen asleep again.

Jean held her hair away from her face, rubbing her back with his free hand while his wife disposed of the contents of her stomach. In the doorway, Eren watched anxiously, hands fisted and trembling while Armin tried to calm him down, patting his shoulders and trying to drag him away. However, Eren was as stubborn as a mule, if not more, and remained in the spot, wanting to punch Jean in the face and comfort Mikasa himself.

Mikasa spat one last time, hand reaching out for Jean's awaiting one and he supported and pulled her up from the cold tiled floor. Her husband shoved Eren out of the way and closed the door, listening to his profanities and wincing when he started banging on the door. Mikasa scowled at his attitude, parted her lips and took in a deep breath, but Jean placed his hands over her ears to muffle the sound. "Stress is not good for the baby," he reminded her, then poked her hard stomach with his index finger.

She sighed and leaned back on the sink counter, taking even and deep breaths to calm her nerves down. "I'm sorry for last night. Had I known that the smell would make me sick, I wouldn't have woken you up to get me green apples."

His smile was sympathetic and his arms around her were comforting and warm. Her muscles slackened and she placed a kiss on his collarbone, nuzzling her nose in the crook of his neck and taking in his scent. Jean placed a kiss on her forehead and rubbed her back comfortingly while holding her close, breathing in the sweet smell of her hair.

"Brush your teeth," he pushed her towards the sink. "I'll get you something else to eat. Does toast sound nice?" After her approval, Jean left the bathroom and engaged in a small fight with Eren before he was allowed to prepare the breakfast he promised her.

Mikasa was sitting in the garden of their home, a hat on her head and a book in her hands as she enjoyed the morning sun with Armin by her side – with Eren patrolling the area and checking for any danger.

"Would you calm down?" Jean chided, slapping the back of Eren's head with the newspaper. "It's not like a sunflower is gonna materialize into a titan. She's fine." Just as he expected, the other man turned to glare at the bright yellow flowers, stomping his way towards them and examining every leaf and every petal. "Careful, if you destroy these she's gonna kill ya."

Eren grumbled under his breath and moved away from the sunflowers. "I wanna make sure she's safe. I can't let anything happen to her or the baby." He crossed his arms and turned his head to stare at a bush of roses nearby, jerking away from Jean when he placed his hand on his shoulder.

Jean pulled his hand away and shook his head. "You're paranoid, Eren. No one's gonna try to murder the Mikasa Ackerman." He chuckled lightly, refraining for saying his own last name before her overly protective brother. "Just relax."

"Jean!" They quickly scrambled towards her, Jean cursing lowly while Eren opted to say his curses aloud. Mikasa laughed once they stopped before her and hunched forward, taking in deep breaths. Armin snickered and smiled innocently when Eren scowled at him. "Would you two calm down?"

Her husband kneeled before her and took her empty hands in his. "Is everything fine? Do you want something?"

She rolled her eyes, but smiled nonetheless. "Actually, I wanted some pastries."

"Pastries?" He was on his feet in no time, turning and hooking his arm around Eren's midsection, "Come, Eren, we have pastries to buy!" Mikasa and Armin laughed at the sight, waiting until they were gone to return their eyes back to the words on the pages.

"So, huh," green eyes scanned the pastries on display. "Which one of these are best for pregnant wives?" The seller stared oddly at Eren then shifted her gaze to Jean after he sighed loudly.

"That's not how you do it, Eren." Shaking his head, he leaned forward and studied the confectionery. Mikasa loved strawberries, but chocolate was one of her favorites, but then again, once she said the cream pastries were delicious. He could take one of each and then she would decide at home which one she would like to eat. Jean rubbed his chin; yeah, he was taking one of each.

The door was swung open, the ding of the bell above it ringing all around the shop and the three people inside turned to look at Armin. He was huffing, trying to catch his breath, and pointing towards the street. "Jean!" He gasped, "The baby, Jean!"

His eyes instantly widened and he flew past the blonde and out the shop, running down the market street at top speed.

It's time.

"Eren!" Armin pushed his friend back down on the couch. "You're not allowed to go inside!"

"I'm her brother!" He tried to reason and stood up yet again, but Armin wasn't having any of that. With one last shove, Eren crossed his arms and glared at the hardwood floor, sinking down in the many pillows. It wouldn't be too long until he was up and pacing around the living room again.

Inside their bedroom, Jean held her hands, heart beating wildly in his chest, mirroring her own. Their palms were sweaty, her hair was damp and her face was reddening. He sucked in a shallow breath. Seeing her in such a state pained him and Jean only wished he could make it end soon.

"It's okay," he whispered, brushing away her hair from her face. "Everything's going to be fine." She gasped in pain and he tightened his hold on her hand. He was as nervous as Eren, but he couldn't let it show now. He needed to get a hold of his emotions like Armin was surely doing in the living room. Mikasa needed his support, even though she was strong enough to deal it on her own.

"Ready, Mrs. Kirstein?" She replied with a curt nod. "Alright," the medic started, "push!"

Her grip on his hands was strong and Jean returned it with the same intensity. "You're doing well," he murmured, swallowing when she gritted her teeth in pain and let out a strangled cry. "It's okay."

The sight was tearing his heart in pieces and Jean briefly wished that babies really were delivered by storks or grew in the backyard inside cabbages. It was easier, painless and he wouldn't have to see his wife suffer through the labor because there would be none. "Keep going," he placed a chaste kiss on her temple and entwined his fingers with hers.

Mikasa shut her eyes tightly and cried out again, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. Jean shushed her, stroked her cheek and murmured more words of comfort – the commotion in the living room went unnoticed by the both of them.

Time seemed to drag by slowly. For every pained sound that left her lips, he would brush away her hair or kiss her face, hold on tightly to her hands and ignore his frantic heart. Until, finally, the sounds of her gasps were overcome by an entirely new sound, and Mikasa then slumped back on the bed, sweat dripping down her face and breathing heavily. Jean used a damp cloth to clean her skin tenderly. "You did great," he kissed her forehead, her nose, her lips. "You did great," he breathed out in relief.

Jean could feel his own eyes welling up and he wiped them quickly, grinning down at Mikasa when she looked up at him with a broad, spent smile on her face. She sniffed, tears sliding down the sides of her face, and she brought their hands up to her lips to kiss his knuckles. "Mrs. Kirstein," the couple glanced at the doctor then eyed the bundle in his arms. "Congratulations, it's a healthy boy." He smiled, passing her the baby and quietly left the room to give them a moment of privacy.

Mikasa covered her mouth with her palm, sobs escaping her at the sight of her newborn son. Jean sat on the edge of the bed and peeked at the kid, reaching out with a trembling hand to pull the cloth away from his face. The baby boy had a small tuff of black hair on top of his head, his eyes were still closed, but Jean wished he would have her eyes as well.

"I want him to have your eyes," she whispered suddenly, voice small and soft, and he lovingly looked at her. "He would be the perfect mix." Mikasa touched her cheek to the baby's forehead, whispering, "My beautiful Marco…" Her husband froze, his shocked gaze locking with her calm one, and he allowed himself to break. Sobbing, Jean pulled her into a hug and kissed the top of her head multiple times, his own tears gliding down his face and dripping off his chin while he nuzzled his nose on her cheek and kissed her temple lovingly.

At the doorway, Armin and Eren watched the scene unfold and for the first time in nine months, her brother willingly left them alone, taking his best friend along with him.