"No, sir, I would not." Eren almost finished what he was doing, but the cashier kept talking.

"Would you like to--"

"No! I just want to buy this fucking food!" The cashier jumped and scanned the items on the roller quickly and threw them all in the bag. We took our grocery bags and headed out towards our car. I looked at Eren and he looked back at me with a bit of adrenaline fueling up his anger left.

"Have a little patience, Eren." he grunted and put his credit card back in his wallet and put everything all back into his pocket.

"I do." 

.   .   .

Three years down the line and Eren had taken anxiety and anger medication and he's doing much better. He drinks normally, which means that he drinks average for an adult. Overall, we've both been doing much better. We're financially stable now, so we have enough money to live comfortably now, and we're really only missing one thing.

"What do you think about him?" Eren looked at the adoption website and pointed at a baby boy. He was a small-framed japanese baby boy. He was only 3 months old, and his parents can't take care of him, so they're putting him up for adoption.

"He's cute. Look at his information," Eren pulled up the baby's information tab and looked at everything and read them out loud. 

"Parents were both japanese, nationality: Japanese, hair colour: dark brow, eye colour: dark brown, sex: male," Eren read through his chromosomes and they were all healthy, but we did stumble upon something that wasn't normal. "Imbalance of Oestrogen... he has more Oestrogen than most healthy males." Eren looked up at me. "Didn't you have more Testosterone than most healthy females?" I nodded my head and looked at the baby's information.

"No one's applied for him, we should send our letter in for this baby," Eren nodded and smiled widely as he looked at more pictures of the baby.

"We have a German person, a Swedish person, and a Japanese baby! (Yes! Armin is Swedish! just like PEWWWWWDIEPIEEEEE)"

"But we're both white," Eren nodded.

"True." Eren opened up a new tab and searched up baby names. "What should we name him?" I thought to myself and tried to think of a meaning that would be suitable for a baby of members of the LGBT community.

"Are there any baby names that mean FABULOUS?" Eren rolled his eyes and scrolled through a couple pages of names until he came across one we both liked.

"What about Kai?" Eren clicked on the name and looked at it's meanings. It was a name for almost every nationality and it meant various different things. It was an androgynous name, so that was always a plus. 

"I like Kai," Eren nodded and wrote it down on the piece of paper.

"Do you want to look at any more, or is Kai your favourite?" I smiled as I saw the adoption form.

"Let's name him Kai."

.   .   .

Kai was lifted and put into my arms. He was not crying, but he wasn't smiling, either. He kind of just stared up at me and played with my hair with his hands. Eren reached down and tickled his stomach and made a funny face at him. That, however, made Kai giggle. Kai made grabby hands at Eren, so I held out Kai so Eren could hold him, too. Kai giggled more and stuck his fingers in Eren's mouth. Eren couldn't stop smiling, and he was so distracted from Kai that he didn't even hear the questions that were being asked to both of us from the lady that worked at the hospital.

"Eren, she's asking you to sign this," Eren brought his face away from smiling Kai and signed a paper that he didn't even read and then continued to play with Kai and make him giggle. (A/N: I know that was extremely brief. I do't know anything about adoptions)

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