synopsis: you give your husband a very special christmas surprise.
tiny particles of snow littered the house’s glass panes. the occasional gust of wind knocking against the windows, coupling together perfectly with wintry weather. your arms reach further away from your body, searching for some kind of warmth while your legs do the same. you pull the soft comforter over your shoulders to fight the cold, now evidently struggling with the uncomfortable temperature in the room. your eyes dart towards the hallways, slightly dreading the thought of moving from your bed. eventually, you feel arms slither their way underneath you, securing you in a warm embrace. right away you snuggle and shift forward against the heat. finally at peace with the cold. you hear chuckling seconds later, promptly turning your head to face the quiet laughter. your husband smiles, at you, eyes struggling to stay open.
“how’d you get all the way to the other side of the bed?” he asks. you shrug. already aware and blaming your bad sleeping positions. he laughs again, pulling you closer and placing a sweet kiss on your forehead. you lay on chest for a few moments. relishing the feeling of his cozy squeeze.
“merry christmas,” you sigh, hugging your arms around him. “merry christmas, baby,” he kisses you once more.
you two lay there together. relaxed in each other’s embrace’s as the wintry weather continues to swirl up a storm.
after a while, you spring up. throwing one of your legs over your husband’s lower abdomen, lifting yourself up to sit atop him. again, his eyes open lazily. hands instinctively coming up to grip onto your waist. you stare at him from above. watching his rhythmic breathing. it’s almost hypnotic. his lengthy eyelashes flutter briefly before his eyes close completely. you let out a stifle laugh, witnessing your lover doze back off into his deep slumber.
you can’t help but silently swoon. he was too cute. the sun was beginning to gleam through the dark gray clouds, beaming over your husbands face, assisting in defining his perfect face. strays of hair framing his face nicely. though, you remember him tying it up the night before. must’ve fallen out of the hair tie during the night.
looks like i’m not the only one who sleeps terrible.
you gently shove him awake, repeating this action momentarily while calling his name. “eren, come on, get up.” you whisper. it takes a few tries but ultimately, in the end, his eyes open back up. dazed and sluggish as ever.
“come on get up, we have to get ready.” you usher. eren grumbles. “what time is it?” tiredness evident in his voice. you reach over his side of the bed to the nightstand for your phone. the device lighting up and revealing the time to you.
“it’s…a little over six.” you respond. he groans, flipping the two of you over in a sudden swift motion. your head just gets dizzy from the abrupt movement. blinking up at eren a few times. “okay i’m up, let’s get the day started.” he lifts you up quickly.
he carries you to the bathroom where you guys start your routine. you two head into the shower, assisting each other in washing while also being a nuisance to one another.
eren leaves before you. not giving you and your shampoo antics a second more. you giggle to yourself, ultimately, finishing up your shower. you step out and hastily wrapped your towel around you. eren, who’s currently brushing his teeth, watches you.
you grab your toothbrush, leaving it under the water briefly before applying the toothpaste. all the while, your husband watched you intently. you didn’t think anything of it though, despite him starting over and brushing his teeth over for the sixth time.
you wash off your tooth brush and put the cap back on the mouth wash, soon, spitting out the cool minty substance. you gather your things and prepare to leave the bathroom when suddenly, your towel leaves your body. you glare at eren almost immediately. your towel swinging clearly in your view. “it’s too freaking cold for that!” you nearly shout, yanking your towel back. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry. i like messing with you.” he admits. washing and putting his toothbrush away finally.
you roll your eyes playfully, heading back to your shared bedroom to get ready. you throw on one of your cute house dresses. knowing fully well you’re gonna spend most of your time in the kitchen anyways.
eren leaves the bathroom shortly after. seeming to just throw on any old thing as well.
“do you want me to make anything for you before you leave?” you offer. eren shakes his head. “no it’s okay. i don’t wanna give you too many things to do. you already have a lot so don’t worry about it.”
“no eren, i can totally—“
eren sits up and walks over to you, silencing you down with a kiss. his hand resting firmly on the back of your neck. “it’s fine, i promise.” he gives you an assuring smile. you return the sweet smile, taking his word. “well alright then. do you want me to come with you or..?”
“no no, you stay here and start up on the food. i won’t be out long, besides sasha is coming over in a bit. she’ll be waiting out in the cold if we both leave the house.” he brings up a point. “oh right, i almost forgot,” you recall the recent chat you shared with your friend. she had insisted that she came over and assisted you with making the christmas dinner. it was you and eren’s turn to host.
eren chuckles. “you’re too cute,” he kisses your cheek. “i’m gonna head out, won’t be out long.” he walks towards the front door, “don’t miss me too much.” he winks impishly. “huh? who would ever miss you,” you push him out the door.
“wow y/n, i see how it his.” he holds the part of his chest where his heart lies. you blow him a kiss bye and he catches it playfully. he waves and jumps into his car, driving off into the cold.
you sigh and look for a clean apron to wear. beginning your day worth of work.
you pull both the ham and turkey out from the bottom of the fridge, quickly gathering your pots and pans, and spices and herbs.
you start to boil your ham and prepare your oven for the turkey. you had add your seasonings to it the evening before and allowed it to marinate overnight.
you organize your workspace and begin prepping for the rest of your meals. you stir up cake batters and knead pastry doughs. from your arms to your wrists, you felt the burn beginning to turn into aches.
you’re deep in the process of cookie cutting, when you hear the doorbell ring. somewhat perturbed, you stop mid task. grabbing a nearby wash cloth to clean your hands off as you rush to the door.
“who is it?” you call, peering your head a little to the window. out of the blue, wild brown eyes pop into view, startling you just barely. you breathe out a sigh of relief when you finally recognized the person as your friend sasha.
you laugh feeling a bit foolish, opening the door and welcoming her into your home.
“man, it’s freezing out there.” she expresses, arms clutched around herself. she’s partially hunched over with her shoulders raised, attempting to conserve her body heat.
“hey sasha, merry christmas,” you smile, pulling her in a hug. she hugs you back immediately, exhaling in a relaxed manner once she makes contact with you. “merry christmas…god you’re so warm…and soft.” she practically moans. you grin and pat her head, allowing her only a minute more in your warm hold.
“ah that was so nice. remind me to hug you more often,” she mentions, arousing a giggle from you. “whatever sash, just come on, i’ve already prepared mostly everything…” you trail off in thought. the auburn haired girl nods and pulls up her sleeves. walking past you to find another spare apron.
soon after, you both find yourselves in the kitchen. completing each other’s roles perfectly. sasha aided you in doing the desserts whiled you handled the actual food. the two of you make sure not to miss and skip any steps. sharing the sentiment where you both want everything to go correctly and flawlessly.
sasha walks around the island counter and finds a device near the vicinity. “aha!” she exclaims, tapping through the device until you’re able to hear a familiar song. you smile, watching her approaching you with her her arm stretched and hand pointing to you, her way of gesturing that this is her favorite song. she comes over, face shifting into many different happy expressions as she sings along, pulling you beside her to join in on the fun.
you don’t hesitate and dance as well. picking up a wooden spoon to further play into your delusion of singing.
you’re both so wrapped up up in the song that you don’t realize when both eren and jean enter the house.
“quick, jean get the camera.” eren snickers.
you spin around and catch the two caught up in their joke. eren notices your attention on them finally, arms dropping and opening for you. “how’s my favorite girl,” he tries to play it off. you’re unamused but hug him back.
“huh? oh eren i’m fine, thanks for asking.” sasha responded. seeming to be out of her performance too. eren retorts by throwing a handful of marshmallows at her. “whatever you guys are doing, just know that i won’t be the one cleaning it up.” you utter.
“y/n, it smells good in here,” jeans wonders around the kitchen, dipping his finger into one of the cake batters. you stare at him in shock, already feeling slightly peeved. “jean, i swear to god,” you march over to him. “are your hands even clean?!”
“yes, i promise they are,” he defends. you glare and roll your eyes. “get out of my kitchen please,” you say. jean mutters a sorry and moves. knowing deep down you mean well. “when did you get here anyways,” you ask him.
“i met him in the driveway when i got here so not long,” eren answers. “oh okay. eren you got back pretty fast.” you mention. “mhm. i told you i would be out in no time. found what we needed pretty quickly,” he points to the shopping bags. “great, then i’ll leave you guys to it then.” you smile. he hums in response. “do you need help with anything, babe?” he offers up some help. you shake your head hastily, shutting down his help. “no, me and sasha are good in here, thanks though.”
he smiles and kisses the top of your head. “alright then, if you need me, im just a room away.” he tells you, holding your face in his hands. you nod, subconsciously pouting your lips. eren laughs, squeezing your cheeks and giving you multiple pecks.
“okay okay, i have to get started.” he pulls away. “shouldn’t take more than an hour.” he makes note of. “jeanbo, come on,” eren motions his hands and leaves the room.
“i’ll be right there,” jean calls out. he stays behind with you and sasha. the space lies quiet for a few moments until you feel various presences surround you.
“are you still going to do the thing?”
“not sure what you’re talking about,” you shrug nonchalantly, grabbing a nearby spoon to stir your rice.
“come on y/n, you know what i mean,” he whispers a bit harshly.
“jean, would quiet down?! eren is literally right there.” you try hushing your friend down but he keeps going.
“i’m just curious, i want to know if he knows already or do you think he suspects anything or if he noticed—“
your hand rushes up to cover his mouth. sealing his mouth shut before he’s able to blurt anything else out. giving him a warning glare, a final chance to stop.
“yes okay? i’m still gonna try surprise him. it’s all going according to plan. i would like to keep it that way, so if you don’t mind, go help eren and distract him.” you ask kindly. he nods and you remove your hand slowly.
“i can’t wait to see his face when you tell him. he’ll be so happy.” sasha expresses. you watch a single tear stream down her cheek. realizing that she was cutting up onions. you laugh to yourself and agree. “i’m also feeling the pressure now and it’s honestly scaring me. what if he doesn’t take the news well?” your eyes shares a panicked look.
“y/n babes, be for real. this man absolutely adores and loves the shit out of you. the odds of him reacting to it badly are zero to none.” sasha says truthfully.
“and plus, he’s been talking about it non stop. not to mention, how long he’s wanted this. he’d be thrilled to hear it.” jean adds.
you stare out blankly. thinking of how foolish you must’ve sound, you chuckle. “hah…yeah you’re right. sorry. he’s my husband for christ sake.” you ponder over it again.
“you’ll be okay,” jean gives you an assuring tap to your shoulder before ultimately leaving the kitchen. you face sasha and she ensures you as well. “come let’s finish up the food,” she gestures towards the cooking cuisine.
you regain your composure and continue the christmas dinner.
“thanks for all the help guys,”
“no problem, y/n, it was my pleasure.”
“are you guys gonna be back here by eight?”
“should be…it really depends on if connie wants to be a jackass or not.” jean mumbles. “go easy on him,” eren chuckles. jean surrenders his arms. “can’t keep any promises,”
“see you guys later,” you wave.
they hop into their cars and honk out of the driveway, driving off into the distance.
it’s quiet now. the evening sun was beginning to set behind the clouds that varied in hues. the sounds of the night critters opening up their nightly chants. the weather had calmed down a bit. making it a safe travel for your fiends to make it to the dinner.
you continue to look into the oncoming night sky while eren walks up and stands behind you. arms stretching out to wrap around your lower body as he rests his chin in the crook of your neck. leaving affectionate kisses on your skin, he hums in delight. he’s starting to sway from left to right and you’re anticipating any sweet loving words to slip from his mouth.
“you smell like fried chicken.” he says plainly. you hold back your laughter. feeling like punching him for ruining the moment. “i hate you..” you grin, shaking your head. “haha, you love me and you know it.” he responds. “whatever you say..” you hold onto his hands.
“it is whatever i say,” he spins you around to him. staring deeply into your eyes. “hey,” he whispers.
“hi,” you answer, staring back at him.
“you’ve been working on your feet all day…how about i start you a bath?” he suggests. you internally moan at the thought of spending some time in the bath with your husband. “i would like that very much,” you nod. “perfect.” eren moves swiftly. lifting you up off the ground.
he carries you into the bathroom. sitting you atop the counter. he leaves you momentarily to start up the water, stirring his hand around until it reaches the right temperature. he also doesn’t shy away from adding fancy essential oils and a bit of shower gel for some bubbles. he sits up and advances towards you, getting rid of his shirt. he spreads your legs and stands in between them. hands coming up, brushing up against your soft plush thighs before they get a hold of your underwear. sliding them down your legs with ease.
he bunches up the ends of your dress, assisting you in pulling it up and off your body. he remains eye contact all the while. the moment being intimate enough as it is.
eren helps you down from the counter, grabbing your wrists, and leading you into the bath, where he settles in first and allows you to enter after him.
he lays back to give you some comfort and you do the same.
the two of you lay there in peace. the sounds of water swishing and rippling lulling both of you to a state of tranquility and relief. eren massages your skin, only adding onto the feeling ease. you’re one step away from dozing off in his arms.
“you did so well today,” he praises. picking up your hand and kissing your fingertips. “i peeked in on you a few times today. watching you was quite addictive, you’re just too cute when you’re working.” he continues to play around with your fingers. “did you know, you puff your cheeks out when you’re deep in thought? or when you’re having a hard time doing something?” eren seems to have taken notes.
“what?” you find his studying behavior to be sweet and a little attractive. “mhm. it’s a recent habit you picked up and my god, it’s fucking adorable.” he says, flustering you.
you grin ear to ear. furthering yourself more into his embrace. “this is nice.” you comment. “i agree,” eren replies, smoothing his hand over yours. “we have about two more hours to kill before the party…i say, we spend the rest of our time in here,” you find yourself slipping further into the relaxation of the trance. eren chuckles and kisses your shoulder. “whatever you want, princess.”
and the two of you did just that. sat in the bath for an hour and a half. completely pruned. you preferred not leaving but eren was insistent on wanting to host the best dinner, so you oblige. you two got out and stepped into the shower. giving your bodies a proper wash down cleaning.
you both don’t take very long, apparently you don’t have as much time as you thought you did. resulting you guys to rush. your time shared in the bathroom quickly ran short as you two speedily got ready.
you wore a captivating crimson rose dress. the color complimented your complexion beautifully. as well as hugging your breasts attractively, it flows freely and snugs the rest of your curves seductively. you finish off the look and adorn your body with accessories. sliding on both your wedding and engagement ring cause…why not? they’re you’re favorite thing ever to show off.
you decided to wear your hair naturally in a bun. elegant but still casual in a some sort of way. you top off the outfit with some cute black wedges, gifted by your one and only lover, eren. he’d remember how much you wanted more casual shoes to add to your closet, thus, leaving him to do just that. he bought you numerous pairs just cause.
“god damn!” eren whistles, throwing his head back dramatically. you can’t help but grin.
“whew! shit, baby, you have know idea how hot you look like right now,” he wastes no time, pulling you to his chest. you roll your eyes, fighting off your smile. you fall weak to this man’s flattery every time.
“i’m not doing too much right?” you ask. “i tried to go for a classy but still super casual look….do i look bad? should i change?” you ramble.
eren grabs your cheeks and holds your face carefully. “love, stop it, you look fine, absolutely perfect!” he assures. “honestly, i don’t think i’ll be able to keep my hands off of you for the entire night.”
you feel your cheeks heat up, getting a good look at his outfit before quickly turning away.
“you don’t look too bad either,” you mumble. almost incoherently. “oh come on sweets, you know i look good.” he gives you a little spin. “i mean i guess,” you shrug.
eren is about to retort when the chiming of the doorbell rings throughout the house.
“they got here fast,” you mention. checking your phone for the time. “and on time too…”
eren grabs your hand and caresses it. “are you ready, mrs. jaeger?” he asks teasingly. the name was enough to cause a swarm of butterflies to swim around your stomach but to hear it directly from his lips was another thing. he plants a kiss on your wedding ring, leaving a savory one to your lips as well.
“let’s do this,” he holds your hand as you two leave the bedroom to answer the front door.
“hey guys, glad you could make it,” you welcome them.
“y/n, oh my gosh, i love love love this dress on you!” sasha exclaims. completely fawning over.
“oh wow, hey y/n,” connie practically drools. “shit did i miss the memo?” jean observes everyone’s outfits. “am i underdress?” he adds. “no jean, your outfit is okay.” you ensure. “well fine then.” he smirks. “what’s up, y/n?” he hugs you. returning his warm welcome, and hugging the rest of your friends. however though, eren doesn’t allow you to hug connie, jokingly sparing him a glare.
“why isn’t the table set y/n?” sasha interrogates. had somehow already made her way into the dining room. “i’m sorry, do you mind?” you ask her kindly. “anything for you, babes.” she leaves to set the table.
“i’ll help her too, makes sure she doesn’t steal anything.” connie makes up some excuse. “connie!” she responds warningly.
“i guess i’ll hang up the rest of these lights then,” jean holds up a decorative line of mini bulbs. “oh right, i’ll be right there,” eren motions. jean nods and leaves the two of you.
you and your husband wait for a few moments until you’re greeting yet another friendly face.
“armin, hi!” you approach him. you acknowledge the box of cupcakes he held. “and you brought something! oh how nice,” you do him a favor and rest the cupcakes close by on a table. “yeah i felt weird showing up without anything,” he admits. “well, thank you,”
“mikasa, hey!” you hear eren excitedly exclaim. “oh my god, is it?!” you rush up, peering from behind him.
“ah! it is!” you squeal. running up to her. leaving no space for eren to hug her as well. “it’s been so long, i haven’t seen you in forever!” you hug her tightly. “i know, and i apologize. i’ll try to visit you guys more.” she vows. “you better.” you say, finally letting her go.
you watch her and eren share their friendly exchanges up until several more amiable faces show up. reiner, berthelot, annie and marco.
“i guess that’s everyone…?” eren says…almost as if it was a question. like he wasn’t sure. “you have more friends that this? wouldn’t have guessed.” annie smartly retorts. you can tell eren is biting onto his tongue the way his cheeks slightly sucked. he seems to be holding back.
“great, everyone’s here now! do you guys want me to bring out the wine? we can all catch up with each other or do you guys prefer eating first…?”
the group doesn’t even give you a chance to suggest another activity. vibrations from echos sounding throughout the front part of the house. everyone shouting various answers but all agreeing to the latter.
you accept their responses and make way to the kitchen. grabbing sasha and mikasa to help carry food. in no time, everyone was seated, reaching for the many appealing meals that was spread out before them. all of you ate and shared happy, sentimental nostalgic like stories. laughter and even a few tear sheds were imparted.
“alright. i’m stuffed. let’s see what y/n got eren for christmas.” connie blurts out thoughtlessly. resulting in everyone shifting their attention to him, visibly annoyed. connie quickly realizes and covers his mouth.
you snort, “it’s fine. i wanted to see what jean and ‘ren did with the living room anyways. let’s go,” you gesture towards the next room.
eren had promised and assured you that he would take care of the guest room…aka the living room. he’d managed to string jean along into his plans, even within the last moments.
as you step foot into the other room, your eyes widen in awe, actually shimmering animatedly. jaw dropped, you fixed your gaze on the enchanting sight that stood in front of you.
fairy lights hung from the ceiling and walls. decorative christmas leaves were attached to the ends of the fireplace. you also noticed that they moved the christmas tree around to the center and even threw on a few more embellishments. it was completely bedecked. giving it a true christmas feeling. it all just felt so magical.
you snap out of it and focus on the task at hand. “ren, sit down here.” you pull up a chair, gathering all of his gifts in front of him. he opens all of them one by one. thanking and hugging you for each one. they all seemed like such diminutive gifts to your friends. right now, they were just waiting for big thing. anticipating the ever changing moment.
“um i think that’s it for me,” eren says as he looks around for more boxes with his name on it.
“wait that’s not all! i’ll be right be back,” you fart out the room. eren smiles and shakes his head, turning to face his friends. “do you guys have an idea on what she’s up to?” he attempts on asking.
“pshh, what? no clue.” sasha shrugs, along with the group who shared the same suspicious unknowing look. pretending not to pay attention.
eren’s stare lingers on them for a several seconds more till you arrived back. holding a moderately large box in your hands.
“this is the last one,” you say, playing it down in his lap. the box is softly colored, plain patterns etched into it, while a white bow tied it all together. you step away from him anxiously, giving him space to open it up.
he looks at you briefly, pulling the ends of the ribbon until the bow came loose. your hands inch up to your lips subconsciously , teeth brushing against your nails. it was too much for you, thus allowing your body to face an empty wall.
he flips the top open. staring at its contents blankly. it’s quiet. he doesn’t say anything and the silence is killing you, you want to turn around and see his expression but your feet are fixated in spot.
“….what’s this?” he goes through what’s inside. picking up a few baby and children books and tiny onesies…diapers and stuff animals also.
gears spin and turn in his head. trying to make sense of everything. he eyes the children books again for the fifth time, gazing over to the onesie. it was then when he realized.
eren blinks his tears away and looks up at you. he didn’t noticed when the tears had started.
“y/n,” he calls, pushing the box aside carefully.
again, you’re stuck in your spot. too afraid to face him for some unknown reason.
“are you saying you’re…you’re…” he struggles to finish his thought. getting up from his seat, he pushes the rest of the gifts away and out of his path. he just wants to get to you.
you flinch, startled when you eventually feel his arms circles around you. “are you pregnant?” he whispers. you nod hesitantly.
everything stops once more. increasing your anxiety more than you would like.
eren places his hands on your waist, turning you to him. he sees that your eyes are closed shut…but he doesn’t care. he drags his thumb along your lower lip shortly before your plush lips to his. they’re pressed together to harshly yet so sweet. all of his emotions were expressed through this one kiss. so many emotions swirled and was bought up inside him. the only way he was able to voice what he was feeling was through this.
“i love you. i love you, god, i fucking love you!” he lifts you up and spins you around. you’re too stunned to speak from his sudden actions. “you’re gonna have my baby….holy shit, i’m gonna be a dad,” he continues. by now, his cheeks were flushed pink. more tears spilling from his eyes.
more rambles leaves his mouth. making you feel even more foolish for thinking of any negative reaction.
“god, i’m so happy right now,” he grins. littering wet kisses all over your face.
“and to think you would react badly to it..” sasha speaks up. “bullshit.” eren quickly dismisses.
“you guys have no idea…y/n, sweets, you have no idea how much i’ve wanted this. for so so long.” he whispers. locking hands with you. resting his forehead on yours. “i can’t wait to take care of you both.” he kneels down to your stomach level and kisses your tummy. you actually feel your heart doing backflips and the swarm of butterflies weaken your knees.
he gets up promptly and kisses you again for the night. “thank you so much,” he says, in a dazed state of bliss. “you’re so welcome.” you hold onto the back of his neck as you both stare intently into each other’s eyes. “no really, this means everything to me.” he persists.
the two of you hold onto each other. staying in each other’s arms as you both live in the moment. relishing in the moment. engraving it into your hearts forever.
