#fem!robin

“How much longer do you think it’ll take?” He looked up when a particularly sharp cry broke through the heavy oak doors. Frederick’s hand rested on his shoulder.

“Peace, Lord Chrom. Labor can sometimes last up to 24 hours. It may be that she was particularly fortunate when Princess Lucina’s labor ended so quickly. This is a normal part of the process.”

“But this is…gods, it sounds like agony. Are you sure I can’t go-”

“No, milord.” Frederick immediately shut down Chrom’s eighth attempt at asking for entry. “Need I remind you again the behavior that resulted in your permanent ban?”

“...No, I know.”

The Exalt had lasted all of an hour before he nearly took Maribelle’s head off for what he perceived to be the healer torturing his wife. When in reality she was performing a routine exam…but poor Chrom was so panicked about your health that it escalated extremely quickly.

That was the secondary (and perhaps more important) reason why Frederick was stationed at Chrom’s side. For much needed moral support, certainly, but to prevent Chrom from doing anything else foolish in the name of protecting his wife.

It was a noble endeavor, certainly, but it was equally boneheaded.

“Perhaps we ought to take a walk, milord. Something to clear your mind for a little while.”

Chrom shook his head, arms crossed tight against his chest. “I can’t. I need to be here. I can’t deliver the baby, I can’t be in the room-- there’s nothing I can do for Robin right now except be near her.” 

It was difficult to argue with that, and Frederick knew that saying “you might as well just go to your office down the hall and work” wouldn’t result in anything other than an annoyed glare.

So they waited. 

And waited.

Another two hours passed before any real progress was made-- and even then, he was still barred from entry. The queen had begun to push. The baby was on its way. Morgan was almost here.

Lissa was the one to tell him, coming out of the delivery room breathless and sweaty. She had a bucket in dire need of fresh water, which Chrom offered to take care of (quickly denied given his past actions).

“She’s fully dilated, so it won’t be long. Maybe thirty minutes of pushing at the most, but the light’s at the end of the tunnel!” Lissa said with a tired grin. 

“How is she? Have there been any complications?” Chrom asked first and foremost. 

“Mercifully she’s doing perfectly fine. No weird situations have cropped up in the last several hours, so I doubt anything will happen right at the end. We’re keeping a really close eye on her Chrom, don’t worry.”

Chrom sighed heavily, but nodded all the same. “I know...she couldn’t be in better hands. Thank you for helping deliver Morgan too.”

“Are you kidding? I wouldn’t trust her with anybody else! Besides, if I’m helping then I get to hold my nephew before anybody else.” She giggled. 

Chrom resisted the urge to flick her forehead. “You’re helping because Robin trusts you-- but if that’s the real reason you’re doing it you know she’s going to kick you out, too!”

“Like she’d believe you over the healer who brought both her children into the world.” Lissa rolled her eyes, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get back to taking care of your wife.”

“Right…yes, of course. Go on.” Chrom waved her off, and would have to wait a while longer.

Lissa would come out of the room twice more, each time looking more excited and exhausted at the same time than her last exit.

At some point Frederick left Chrom’s side long enough to bring him some food.

He’d made it about halfway through a roll he couldn’t taste when all the noise inside the room suddenly stopped.

Frederick and Chrom both tensed, realizing what it meant.

“It’s…”

“I believe the worst of it…is over, milord.” Frederick took the plate before Chrom suddenly standing resulted in shattered glass.

Chrom stood in front of the door, shifting anxiously from foot to foot while he waited for good news. He could hear muffled cries, a sound he hadn’t heard since his daughter was born three years ago.

“Gods, I nearly forgot! Could you get Lucina? She’s going to want to meet Morgan first- let her know that her brother’s here!” 

“Right away, milord.” He smiled softly at the excitement in Chrom’s voice. Lucina would surely be thrilled to finally meet the little one she heard so much about, after all.

Shortly after Frederick left, the door opened. Once again Lissa appeared, a relieved smile on her face. 

“Is Robin-?”

“She’s fine, Chrom. Have a little faith.” Lissa joked. 

“It’s not you I’m worried about.” Chrom huffed, “Come on, how is she?”

“She’s absolutely fine- a lot more exhausted than last time, but I don’t blame her.” She said cryptically, her gaze shifting away from him. “You should know, there was a small situation.”

“What?”

Static filled his ears.

“...What?”

“It’s not like that.” She put her hands on his shoulders to steady him, “But…did Morgan ever mention anything to you about another sibling?”

Chrom’s brow furrowed. “No, never-- but he also had amnesia. He didn’t know me or Lucina, remember?”

“That’s right…” She clicked her tongue, “Well, you should know that Morgan’s not the only one in there with Robin, right now.” 

“What? Who’s…” He trailed off, having found your gaze past the princess in the doorway. You smiled at him, barely able to lift your head from the pillows, but waved a tired hand for him to enter. 

Lissa stepped aside, gesturing for him to come in at last. With a shaking breath he strode inside. He closed the distance in the blink of an eye. The first thing he did was lean down and kiss you.

“Robin…” He ignored the blushing faces of healers on the other side of the bed, devoid of any decorum now that the worst was over. “My love, how do you feel?”

“Like I gave birth.” Your voice was hoarse, but your humor was fully in tact. Chrom responded with something between a choked laugh and a sob. “I’m all right.” 

“I’m so relieved. You’ve done so well.” His praise was received with a gentle hand on his cheek, prompting him to kneel at the bedside rather than lean over his dearest one.

He held your wrist gently, and leaned into your touch with a grateful smile. 

“Is Morgan all right? Lissa said everything went well, but I thought you’d know better.” 

You made an odd face, and cast a glance to the bassinet waiting at the far end of the room. “Well, Morgan is, yes…did Lissa tell you?”

“She mentioned a situation, and asked if Morgan recalled having another sibling.” He recounted, and you nodded.

“Well…it turns out we had a pleasant surprise during delivery.” You mused as you nodded towards the bassinet. Chrom watched the clerics, their bodies blocking the baby currently being tended. Though why Morgan needed two healers, he wasn’t sure. Unless…

His eyes grew wide.

“No.”

You nodded, resisting the urge to laugh at the total shock on his face. His mouth was hanging open, unable to tear his eyes from the healers still at work, blocking the little one. The little ones.

“Robin-” His throat was tight, his grip tightening on your wrist. “H-he’s…they’re…he has a twin?”

You stroked his cheek tenderly, “A twin sister.”

Chrom nearly dissolved into tears then and there. A twin sister. A son and a daughter.

“Oh, gods. Oh my gods.” His hand came to his mouth, trying and failing to stop the waterworks. “I-I don’t believe it…another little princess…!” 

“I had a name planned for Morgan, but…I don’t think we ever discussed the possibility of…of if it was a girl.” You yawned, which pulled his attention back to you.

He took your hand from his face, kissing your knuckles once, twice before holding your hand to his heart. 

“N-no, my love, I don’t believe we did. What are we going to do?”

“I suppose we’ll have to come up with one on the spot.” 

“I’ve never been particularly good at thinking on my feet.” He admitted, “What are we supposed to name our second daughter?”

“Perhaps you ought to meet her first; then you can come up with something.” Lissa chimed, returning to close the doors behind her. “The instant I held my baby boy in my arms, oh, it was obvious what his name was! Future me must've known it, too.” 

“It does,” You agreed, giggling softly. “Chrom…would you be a dear and help me up a bit?” 

“Of course,” He motioned for Lissa’s help. The two of you very carefully eased you into a semi-sitting position, leaned back against the pillows now propped securely behind you.

Chrom sat dutifully on the bed beside you, putting a supportive arm around your shoulders once you were settled in place.

“Milady, milord…are you ready to see the children, now?” One of the clerics asked. When you both looked up, you found warm smiles on both their faces, and arms full with two very handsome bundles.

You shared an anxious, excited look. Chrom held out his other arm. “Yes, we would love to.”

The clerics gingerly passed the babies to you both. If Chrom had successfully held the tears back before, he couldn’t stop them now.

A baby girl was nestled into his arms. She had soft blue hair and a tiny copy of her mother’s nose. 

“Ah…wow…” He sniffed, squeezing her close. The king had a difficult time trying to look at his daughter and his son, who his wife was happily fawning over.

“Look at you…a little prince, just like the paintings of his papa.” You hummed, “It’s so nice to meet you, Morgan.”

“Morgan…” Chrom echoed, and carefully leaned over to steal a peek at his son. His hair and nose matched his sister's exactly. He breathed a laugh. “They’re definitely identical twins.”

“Are they?” You marveled at your youngest daughter. Proudly you beamed at her, and offered a finger for her to take. “It’s so nice to meet you, too, little one.” 

The baby girl grumbled, squeezing the strange, warm object in her hand. Chrom delicately stroked her hair, cradling her head with the reverance of a proud father who never could have imagined he’d have this beautiful moment again.

You rested your head on his shoulder with a happy sigh. He looked down at you, smiling to himself. 

“I fear I do not have enough arms. I cannot hold all of you at once!” 

“And it will be worse once Lucina comes.”

“Of course…! I sent Frederick to bring her to meet Morgan. She will be thrilled when she finds out that she has a little sister, too!”

“She will need a name if she is to be properly introduced, my love.” You reminded him.

You wiggled your finger, and she sneezed. Both of her parents laughed, delighted.

“My goodness! She is much more lively than Morgan…I worry that means she’ll be more wild.”

“Morgan is simply polite…and fast asleep.” You observed, giving the baby boy a soft squeeze. Chrom's heart swelled with pride. “Perhaps they shall be wild together.”

“Then they should have names that go together, too.” He decided. Her eyes flitted open, not quite able to see what was in front of her.

“Hmm…Melina?”

“Not quite,” You squinted at her, considering it. “Perhaps Morwena?”

“Morgan and Morwena? I think they’re a little too similar.” 

“Morgana?”

“Don’t tease me.” 

“Apologies,” You giggled, nudging him playfully. “Try another one.”

“Mariana?”

“No, perhaps…Mikaela?”

“Marcelina?”

A thoughtful hum.

“How about Marc?”

“Marc?” His eyebrows rose, “That’s…an ambiguous name for a princess, don’t you think?”

“I think it’s perfect.” You sighed, holding Morgan up so that he snoozed right beside his twin sister. “Look at them…Morgan and Marc.”

“Huh.” Chrom smiled to himself, looking at his beautiful newborns. “When you say it like that, it suits her.” 

“Prince Morgan and Princess Marc…second and third-born of the House of Ylisse. A magnificent pair, indeed.” 

“We do an excellent job when it comes to children, don’t we?” Chrom’s arm came around you once more, drawing you in as close as he possibly could.

You received the kiss on your forehead with a happy hum. “I couldn’t agree more…though it occurs to me that two children does mean double the workload, and feeding, and changing…”

“Nothing we haven’t done before. And I won’t let you face it alone. Nor will our many available staff, my sister, Frederick…”

“Good point. Shall I leave the first shift to you then, dear?” You asked behind a yawn. Chrom kissed you again, skillfully taking the baby into his arms so he had both his bundles of joy safe and secure.

“I would be glad to. Get some rest. You certainly deserve it.” He murmured. 

To your credit, sleep just started to creep in. But Lucina’s excited laughter woke you right back up when she burst into the room and made a beeline for her parents.

Poor Frederick apologized between gasps for breath- she could be a blue blur when the moment called for it.

The three-year-old waddle-sprinted over to her parents, trying unsuccessfully to climb onto the bed while your husband attempted to quiet her down to protect the peace.

You delayed your sleep for a little while longer. Just so you could watch Chrom introduce the children to their most precious elder sister.

You fought it long enough to see Lucina hold them with Chrom’s help, grinning at you and making sure you were watching her, too.