"No!" Emily whispered and tightened her grip on her katana strap.
She wasn't yelling but the glare in her green eyes was sharp enough to cut wood. Eren stood in the middle of their bedroom and calmly packed a leather bag with rolled clothes.
"You're going," Eren muttered without looking back. "The orcs are gathering for a massive wave and you are carrying our baby. I'm not risking it."
Yeah, I'm sending her even if I have to tie her to a chair.
Emily stepped closer and poked his chest. "I can fight silly. I'm Level 51."
He dropped the bag, turned around and pulled her against his chest. He kissed the top of her head and let his hand rest on her flat stomach. "I know you can. But I can't fight properly if I'm looking over my shoulder to check on you every five seconds. Trust me on this one."
She let out a frustrated breath and leaned her forehead against his collarbone. "Fine. But you better not do anything stupid while I'm not here to save you mister."
