"Mama!" 5 year old, Luka Jaeger called out to her mother as she entered the living room.

"Hey, sweetie." Mikasa greeted back with a small smile.

Luka lifted her arms up, "Can I have a hug, Mama?" 

"Yes, you can." Mikasa lifted her dark brown-haired daughter up, and hugged her.

Luka kissed Mikasa's cheek, then cuddling up to her, "I want to be as pretty as you are on day Mama!"

"You already are pretty, and you'll be prettier than me soon enough."

"I wanna be like you Mama!" Luka begins to play with Mikasa's hair, smiling gently, "Can I be strong like you too?"

Mikasa chuckled softly, "Yes, you can be strong."

"And maybe I could have a scarf like yours too!" She moves from her mother's hair to her red scarf.

"Well, you'd have to ask daddy for one then."

"Okay Mama! I will!" Luka giggled.

"Speaking of daddy, do you know where he is, by any chance?"

"I think daddy is at the lake with Uncle Armin!" Luka smiled pointing at the front door.

"Oh, so what do you want to do?" 

"We can go surprise them!" Luka suggested, and not shortly after, her eyes grew in excitement. "Oh, Mama! I made you something!" 

"What did you make me, sweetheart?" 

"I made you a bracelet, it's in my room!"

"Well," Mikasa put the green eyed girl down as gently as she could, "How about you go get it so I can put it on!"

"Okay Mama! I won't be to long." She gave her a smile and ran off to her bedroom, and Mikasa laughed quietly at her enthusiasm.

Luka searched through her drawers for the bracelet for Mikasa, and when she finds it, she holds it up victoriously. She ran back into the room, too fast for her own good, and ends up tripping.

Luckily, Mikasa's reflexes catch her before she hits the ground, and she picks her up. "You gotta be careful when you're running. If I wouldn't have been there, you would have fallen and hit the ground, and you'd be a crying mess." Mikasa smiled, poking her nose. Her entire attitude was changed around her daughter.

"Sorry mommy, I forgot." Luka kisses her mom's cheek before giving her the bracelet, "Uncle Armin said it has real gold in it!"

"Real gold, huh?" Mikasa examined Luka's hand-crafted bracelet, and smiled, "Well, real gold or not, it's still beautiful." She kissed her forehead, and put the bracelet on, "I love it."

"Just like my Mama!" Luka smiled brightly, cuddling against her.

"And just like you!"

"I'm not as pretty as you Mama, no one's prettier than you!"

"Oh, I think I have met my match and she's right in front of me." Mikasa smirked, kissing her daughter's nose playfully.

Luka slightly blushed, "Mama! You're making my cheeks red!"

Mikasa smiled and kissed each of her cheeks, "They're still as adorable as ever!"

"I love you Mama!" Luka hid her face in Mikasa's scarf.

"I love you too, baby..." Mikasa placed a kiss atop her head.

Luka smiled, and lifted her head from Mikasa's chest, "Can we go see daddy and Uncle Armin now?"

"Yeah, we can go. Go get your shoes on, and brush you hair and teeth." 

"Okay Mama!" Luka kisses her cheek before getting down and running to the bathroom, getting out her tooth brush and putting her bubblegum flavored toothpaste on it. 

Mikasa follows her to the bathroom, and starts brushing through her own hair, "Hey Luka? Should I put my hair up, or keep it down?"

"Hm... I like them both Mama." She begins brushing her teeth.

"Well, which do you like more?" 

"Daddy said he likes it better when it's down and I like it too Mama." She finishes brushing her teeth and rinses her mouth out, smiling in the mirror to see her white teeth.

"Alright." Mikasa stared at her hair in the mirror for a moment and then started running her hands through the tips of it, "I think it's getting too long again, I should probably get it cut."

Luka wrapped herself around Mikasa's leg, "D-Don't cut it Mama!"

Mikasa looks down at her daughter, confused, "Why not? I usually have it cut."

"I just like it when it's longer! Can I do your hair Mama?" She smiled gently.

"Sure sweetie. Let's go in the living room, where I can sit on the floor so you can reach." The two walk to the living room, and Mikasa sits on the carpeted floor, her legs crossed.

Luka smiles as she begins twisting Mikasa's hair and pulling them together. It was kind of sloppy, and all she was doing was twisting two strands together, but she was only 5, so not much was expected from her.

"If I knew how to do hair, I'd do something with yours, but I don't really know how to do anything but tie it in a pony tail." Mikasa frowned, disappointed that she couldn't do her child's hair like all the other moms could.

"It's okay Mama! I don't mind anyways, I like your hair better!" She finishes her attempted braid and ties it off with a small ponytail that was around her wrist. "There, done!"

"Thank you, now my hair will be super pretty when we go and see daddy!"

Luka walked to the door, and started pulling on her shoes, then running back to Mikasa, "Could you carry me?"

Mikasa laughed, picking her up from the ground. "You do know you have legs, right?"

"I know," Luka giggled, "but I like cuddles from you Mama!"

"That's surprising. When you were a baby, you wanted absolutely nothing to do with me. You would always cry whenever I tried to hold you or do anything with you, but the minute your father held you, you were giggling and laughing, and you always clung to him. If you weren't in bed, you were right next to him."

"But I love my Mama," She whispered, "even more than daddy." 

"Don't tell him that, he'll get angry."

"I won't." Luka rested her head on Mikasa's shoulder, "Mama? Why does daddy have all those bite marks on his thumb? Did I do it when I was little?" 

"Oh no sweetie, daddy bites his hand to help him control his anger."

"Oh okay, I used to do that too."

"Y-You bit your hand, when?!" Mikasa's eyes widened slightly.

"When I was really mad. See, look?" Luka showed her, her hand.

"Sweetie!" Mikasa put her down on the ground and looked her straight in the eyes, crouching down to be eye level with her, "Why did you do that?"

"Everyone was being mean at school, that's why I don't want to go anymore." Her lip began to quiver, and her eyes began watering.

Mikasa looked down, her hair shadowing her face as she tried to contain her anger, "Who? I need names."

"It's the whole class, Mama." Luka starts sniffling.

Mikasa stares at the ground, and without another word, she stands up and walks to her bedroom, slamming the door behind her, and leaning up against the door, letting her back slide down it.

"Mommy!" Luka runs after her, while tears ran down her face, knocking on the door.

"They all make fun of her... Is it because of her hair? I can't do her hair like everyone else... I don't buy her nice enough clothes... It's all my fault... My own daughter, and everyone is... It's all my fault!" 

Luka cries softly while sitting at the door, knocking on it, "Mommy open the door!"

"Go away sweetie; Go draw mommy a pretty picture..."

"But I wanna cuddle with Mommy!" She continued to bang on the door.

"Go draw me a picture! I want a picture, sweetie..."

"Mommy y-your shouting..." 

"It's fine sweetie, calm down. Mommy's fine, I told you to go draw me a picture..."

"I'm getting daddy!" Luka runs from the bedroom door and to the front door.

"Luka no! Stay in this house!" 

Luka opens the door and runs down the driveway where, coincidental enough, Armin's car is pulling up to, and Eren is stepping out. 

Upon seeing his daughter, he smiles, but then looks concerned when he sees that she's crying. She runs up to him and starts pulling on his shirt, "Luka, what's the matter, girl?"

"It's m-mommy! She's angry!"

"What are you talking about?" Eren looks at her confused.

"I told mommy that I bit my hand like you do once because my whole class was being mean and now she won't come out of her room. I made mommy angry!" She starts sobbing.

"Hey, it's alright. I'm sure she isn't mad at you."

"Mommy's angry! Come see!" Luka started dragging him by the shirt. "She's crying, daddy!"

The last sentence hit him by surprise. It wasn't often that he saw her cry, so he ran in. Luka trailing, not too far, behind. He entered the house and walked to the bedroom, banging on the door, "Mikasa! Open the door!"

"Go a-away Eren! I'm a failure of a m-mother and w-wife! Go away!" Mikasa shouted at him, her voice cracking.

"M-Mommy..." Luka cried, listening while hiding her face in the back of Eren's leg.

"Mikasa, you are not a failure of a mother or wife! Open the door!" 

"Eren, go away... I can't do this..."

"D-Daddy? W-What is she t-talking about...?" 

"Mikasa, you're scaring her! What are you doing in there? Just come out, now!" Eren banged on the door even harder.

"Eren, just... I love you... Luka, baby girl are you out there?" Mikasa asked, a gentle, but scared, tone in her voice.

"Y-Yes mommy..." Luka answered, letting go of her father's leg and walking close to the door.

"Hey, Luka. My beautiful baby girl... I love you so much sweetie. You know that, right, sweetheart?"

"Mommy your scaring me! What are you doing?"

"Mommy loves you. Mommy loves you more than you'll ever know. And so does daddy. We both love you so much."

~To Be Continued~