It’s past midnight. He's supposed to be sleeping but he can't, he's lost in thought as he stares at your back.

His hand reaches to touch your hair but then—a baby's cry fills the room. Luna, the only thing left of Eren.

“I got this.” He whispers as he sits on the bed. His eyes catching you already lifting the eight-month-old baby from the bassinet.

Everyone knew about you and Eren, of course before he died. It was a deep love that ended in a sacrifice for your freedom and that of his friends.

Jean was your support during your grief. A shoulder to lean on, and that’s how you ended up accepting his marriage proposal. Your husband never cared that your daughter belonged to your past lover. The only mark that the deceased young man had left on you before he died. Still, Jean loves her as if she were his own.