The next day, the sun was already high.
Arthur woke early. He smiled faintly at the two women sleeping beside him, kissed each on the forehead, then tucked the covers around them, dressed, and slipped out.
As soon as Arthur left, Mikasa and Historia opened their eyes in unison. They looked at each other shyly; after all, they had both spent the night "working hard."
"So... how was it, Mikasa?" Historia asked with a mischievous smile.
"What... how was what?" Mikasa knew exactly what Historia meant. Though terribly embarrassed, she still played dumb.
"You were even louder than me yesterday," Historia said with a giggle.
"Historia, stop!" Mikasa covered her face in embarrassment.
She had never expected that her first taste of forbidden fruit with Arthur yesterday would nearly send her to heaven. It was far too embarrassing.
"How are you feeling? Does it still hurt?" Historia stopped teasing and asked with concern.
After all, there was always some pain afterward. It had taken her several days to recover, too.
"Yes... a little." Feeling the slight ache in her lower abdomen, Mikasa glanced at the plum-blossom-shaped stain beneath her on the mattress and blushed again.
"It's fine. It'll get better in a couple of days. Then you'll get used to making love with Arthur," Historia instructed Mikasa like an old hand.
"I never knew you were this kind of person, Historia!" Mikasa pinned Historia down and began tickling her, making her burst into laughter.
Once they finished their playful tussle a little later, Mikasa touched her abdomen and smiled sweetly.
"Say, Mikasa, do you think we might get pregnant?" Historia asked, her face flushed as she recalled some things she had read in a book.
The question left Mikasa momentarily stunned, unsure how to answer.
"P-probably," Mikasa said uncertainly, then