Morally Grey - Annie Leonhart x Reader - Chapter 11: Chapter 11
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10 Years later
"Annie, love can you come help me with this please" you call from the kitchen of your small cottage. Annie shuffles into the room, your four year old son trailing behind her.
After the war, you and Annie settled down. You were honourably discharged from the scouts, and you and Annie and her father left for the Marleyan countryside. You had a small wedding a few years later, all your friends and your own family coming to wish you two happiness. Several years after that, you decided to adopt a child; Annie wanted to be a mother, but wanted to give a good home to a child already in the world, left alone by the war. Almost like she was. You two had found a sweet little baby, named him Marco, after your old friend. Annie had come clean about her involvement in his death, and you were upset, and you cried and cried. But you didn't hate her. She made up for the sins of the past, and from then on, there were no secrets between the two of you.
You were happy, for the first time in a long time, getting to build a home with the girl of your dreams. Annie had grown into an incredible woman, and when you woke up to her peaceful face everyday, you felt your chest swell with pride. Watching Annie help raise your son filled you with a joy you thought impossible in this world.
Annie takes the large bowl of veggies from you as you make space for the cutting board. Marco dances around your feet, and you hand him a small bowl of cut up cucumber for him to eat. Annie comes up from behind you and places a hand at the base of your spine. You could see the weight of her life present in the lines of her face, already at 30 to have lived more than several men had taken its toll on her. The both of you still had nightmares, and would often wake to the other with tears in their eyes. Marco helped, he gave you two something bigger to focus on. But the memories wouldn't be fading for a while.
Placing the slabs of meat on the stove, you season the dinner you were preparing for your family. Annie's father, older and smaller, shuffles into the dining room and sits in his seat. Annie insisted he live with you, and eventually, you found that you and him got along well.
When the food was finished, you plated it up and set it down on the table. Everyone digs and and you all engage in pleasant conversation until the meals end. When Marco was done, he called up and asked to go play outside while the sun was still up.
"Alright sweetie" Annie says as she grabs the empty plates and helps you clean. The two of you laugh and joke around, keeping an eye on your son through the window. When everything was cleaned and put away, you and Annie make your way to the back porch and sit on the small couch, watching Marco play in the trees around your house.
Annie leans her head against your shoulder, and you bring your hand up to play with her long golden hair. She had grown it out these past years, letting at fall above her breastbone. She had bangs cut and she looked good, and filled out in health.
The noises of the outdoors and the laughs of your son were the sounds that make up you new life. The feeling of Annie's soft skin beneath your fingers, and the wool blankets Mikasa would send you every winter were the things you felt everyday. The smell of baked goods and sweets for Annie, the smell of her dad's cigars and the smell of Annie's skin. The feelings of peace and joy that you never thought you'd feel ever again.
You had lived in darkness, but took a chance, and let the golden haired girl bring you into the light.
"Annie, love can you come help me with this please" you call from the kitchen of your small cottage. Annie shuffles into the room, your four year old son trailing behind her.
After the war, you and Annie settled down. You were honourably discharged from the scouts, and you and Annie and her father left for the Marleyan countryside. You had a small wedding a few years later, all your friends and your own family coming to wish you two happiness. Several years after that, you decided to adopt a child; Annie wanted to be a mother, but wanted to give a good home to a child already in the world, left alone by the war. Almost like she was. You two had found a sweet little baby, named him Marco, after your old friend. Annie had come clean about her involvement in his death, and you were upset, and you cried and cried. But you didn't hate her. She made up for the sins of the past, and from then on, there were no secrets between the two of you.
You were happy, for the first time in a long time, getting to build a home with the girl of your dreams. Annie had grown into an incredible woman, and when you woke up to her peaceful face everyday, you felt your chest swell with pride. Watching Annie help raise your son filled you with a joy you thought impossible in this world.
Annie takes the large bowl of veggies from you as you make space for the cutting board. Marco dances around your feet, and you hand him a small bowl of cut up cucumber for him to eat. Annie comes up from behind you and places a hand at the base of your spine. You could see the weight of her life present in the lines of her face, already at 30 to have lived more than several men had taken its toll on her. The both of you still had nightmares, and would often wake to the other with tears in their eyes. Marco helped, he gave you two something bigger to focus on. But the memories wouldn't be fading for a while.
Placing the slabs of meat on the stove, you season the dinner you were preparing for your family. Annie's father, older and smaller, shuffles into the dining room and sits in his seat. Annie insisted he live with you, and eventually, you found that you and him got along well.
When the food was finished, you plated it up and set it down on the table. Everyone digs and and you all engage in pleasant conversation until the meals end. When Marco was done, he called up and asked to go play outside while the sun was still up.
"Alright sweetie" Annie says as she grabs the empty plates and helps you clean. The two of you laugh and joke around, keeping an eye on your son through the window. When everything was cleaned and put away, you and Annie make your way to the back porch and sit on the small couch, watching Marco play in the trees around your house.
Annie leans her head against your shoulder, and you bring your hand up to play with her long golden hair. She had grown it out these past years, letting at fall above her breastbone. She had bangs cut and she looked good, and filled out in health.
The noises of the outdoors and the laughs of your son were the sounds that make up you new life. The feeling of Annie's soft skin beneath your fingers, and the wool blankets Mikasa would send you every winter were the things you felt everyday. The smell of baked goods and sweets for Annie, the smell of her dad's cigars and the smell of Annie's skin. The feelings of peace and joy that you never thought you'd feel ever again.
You had lived in darkness, but took a chance, and let the golden haired girl bring you into the light.
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