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{{John Kirschtein}} @horsefaced-demon-from-hell
Since Eren was declared dead, John began drinking heavily. The house reeked of alcohol every day and beer bottles littered the house. Thomas and Carla tried to help him, but to no avail. He stayed sober a few days to help care for the kids and everything, but, his days were dull and lifeless. When he heard the knock at the door and Thomas start crying, he stopped chugging down his tenth bottle of beer and went to go see who it was, bottle still in hand. His eyes widened when he saw the love of his life, alive. “Eren? Eren is that you?” He asked, unsure if the alcohol was making him hallucinate. When he felt the hug, he knew it was real. He started crying, holding his lover close to him, “I’m here, you’re here, that’s all that matters.
Eren was still crying as he hugged onto his husband. He looked up. “John, we need another room...the people who had me...forced me to, well, let’s just say your youngest son, you are the father, I don’t care if the other guy donated the sperm, you’re the one helping me raise him.” He looked to John’s eyes. “I didn’t want to leave, he grabbed from the side walk while I was watching you and the kids, I am sorry.” He smelt the alcohol oh John’s breath. “John.” He saw the beer bottles. “I’ll clean up tomorrow okay, and I’ll make us a very good dinner tomorrow.” He kissed John and got a hold of the small bundle again. “Here, say hello to little Donald, I calm him Don for short.” He says handing John the baby boy













