#femchrobin

“One..two..three!”

 In she went, crying and screaming with all her might in fear of the unknown.  The bathwater, not even a foot in depth, was absolutely terrifying to the little girl even after her mother placed her into what Chrom called ‘the little princess’ floating palace’ (even if it wasn’t necessarily floating…)  But with a few calm hushes and a squeaky rubber crab, the baby calmed down enough to keep her parents from going deaf.  

 “Every time,” Chrom sighed, “you’d think by now she’d be more comfortable with being in water.”

 “Give her time, Chrom,” Robin assured him, “I’d rather have her fighting us than what you apparently did as a little kid, according to what your sister told me.”

 “Lissa wasn’t even born for that.”

 “Well she heard it from Frederick, who heard it from Emmeryn.”

 “….fair enough.”  He went back to squeaking the crab to Lucina’s delight, who seemed to ignore the fact that her mother had been rubbing shampoo into her short, curly, blue hair.  “Do the thing.”

 “The thing?”

 “…C’mon, Robin, you know…”

 She chuckled, “Oh, that? Alright.”

 Chrom took his phone out immediately to get a shot of his daughter with a soapy blue mohawk.   

“Finally, I could get a shot of that.” 

“Will that be your new wallpaper?” she asked curiously while carefully rinsing their daughter’s head. 

“Well, I mean, you’re my wallpaper….but Luci can be my lock screen.” 

And with a few clicks, the time read “6:00 pm” in white text right above a very confused-looking child with the silliest hairstyle.  Chrom couldn’t be more proud.  

“Getting all clean~” Robin sang, “All clean, all clean~ because spaghetti in the bed is a no-no~” 

“You’re so cute,” Chrom muttered, “I love you.” 

“Ahaha…Are you talking to me, or to Lucina?” 

Truth be told it was her, but Lucina always tended to nod her head when Robin sang, as if she were dancing to an unheard beat.  That in itself was something to gush over. 

“You’re both adorable and my world.” He said with a reassuring kiss to Robin’s cheek, “Even when you’re both covered in spaghetti.” 

“God, did she really fling some at my face?” 

He licked his lips playfully, “Yep. Still good, though.” 

Robin splashed a bit of water at him in defiance, and even Lucina followed her mother by smacking her hand against the surface of her tiny, soapy pool. 

“Two against one, I see.” Chrom huffed, “Well…you’re wearing a white dress shirt, with a spaghetti stain mind you, and she’s a baby so…I win by conceding. Because that’s the right thing to do.” 

Lucina let out a rather happy screech and started babbling while looking up to her father. He wasn’t sure what she was saying, but he smiled and leaned into the tub to kiss the top of her head, 

“Daddy loves you, too, Lucina.” 

“Does daddy want to do the honors of drying her off?” 

“My pleasure. C’mere, Luci.” 

Her favorite towel, light blue with navy and turquoise butterflies patterning its plush surface—the perfect texture for a finicky baby (at least that’s how it was advertised). Chrom lifted the child from her ‘palace’ and so carefully (with full hands, nonetheless) managed to wrap her safely in its embrace.  Just like magic, Lucina appeared to be lulled to sleep the second Chrom held her to his chest.

 “You have that effect on her,” Robin cooed with delight, “she always falls asleep right in your arms.” 

“Yeah, well, I’m sure the second we get a diaper and pajamas on her she’ll be wide awake begging for your attention.” 

“We’ll see about that.”

  And she did.  

“Be careful, alright?” Chrom gently tugs her along by the hand, avoiding most of the brush and even lifting her over a log or two to keep his wife from tripping.  Robin’s not necessarily accustomed to the woods around the southern Ylissean border, but it seems as if her husband knows them like the back of his hand.  She wonders why he asked for her to join him on a small excursion in the woods, but her undying trust in him keeps her questions at bay.  She quietly follows him, hand firmly squeezing his own so his glove doesn’t slip past her fingertips.  She trips a few times on some brambles, but he catches her every time, eventually saying, “Need I carry you the rest of the way, my love?”

 “How much longer do we have?” she finally asks, “I’m afraid I might end up twisting my ankle out here.”

 “Well, that’s why I offered to carry you.”

 Her cheeks flush, though Chrom probably can’t see them in such low light. She’s tempted to hook her arms around his neck and allow him to do so, but that seems dangerous with the amount of sticks and branches lying about.

“I’ll be fine, love.” She whispers as she gives his hand a tug, “Shall we?”

She sees his smile before he continues to guide her along the path.  There’s a break in the foliage, and before them is a small drop in the cliff side, below them a dimly lit village along the riverside.  It serves as the only illumination underneath the night sky, greeting the moon’s cold radiance with a warm, golden glow. Robin gazes upon the vastness of the valley below, and Chrom brings her closer to him with his arm around her.  

“I know that town,” she mutters, “I can recall…ah, is that the one we saved-”

“The one we saved when we first met.”

“It looks completely rebuilt.”

“Well, it’s been about three years…”  Robin angles herself towards him. He smiles before turning her back to the scenery and pointing towards a small grove in the distance, “Past there is where we found you.  Where I first fell in love with you.”

 “Chrom…”

 “I swear to this day it was love at first sight, Robin.  Do you…remember?”

 “Of course I do.” She turns back to him, fully, and finally hooking her arms around his neck, “How could I forget one of the greatest memories I have?”

 His hands touch the base of her spine, and the couple goes in for a well-needed kiss.  Robin’s lips are soft, while Chrom keeps his more passionate emotions at bay so that he doesn’t knock her over.  They part, and Robin bashfully smiles into his chest. Chrom holds his wife closer to his person, and soon the couple begins to sway as if they were dancing to the peaceful silence of Ylisse’s southern frontier. Chrom stares at the village below, knowing well that each citizen is unaware that their Exalt and his Queen are watching them from above.

 “It’s nice to have a small break before we set off for Plegia.” She whispers, “Thank you, Chrom. I think I needed this.”

 “I think we both did, my love.” He whispers back, removing his hands from her back so that he can cup her cheeks, “This is the peace we’re fighting for.  I wanted to share it with you, after all.”  

 “Can we come back after all of this?”

 “Of course we can.”

 He seals his promise to her with another kiss, and they choose to allow this one to linger longer than the last.  Their show of affection breaks at the sound of rustling bushes.  They each turn to see who had followed them, and the sound of childish whispering causes them both to chuckle.

  “I can’t believe they did that!”

 “Morgan, hush!”

 “Do mother and father always do things like this?”

 “Would you be quiet!?”

  With a snicker, Chrom puts his hands on his hips and calls out, “Sorry for being so cheesy in front of you two.  We didn’t know we had an audience.”

The rustling continues on for a few moments, and then two blue-haired children pop out of the bushes with leaves and twigs caught in their hair.  Both are the spitting image of Chrom, yet their daughter’s facial features look exactly like her mother’s.   

“F-forgive us, Father.” Lucina explains, “We saw you and mother leave camp without telling anyone so we…thought we should follow. Just in case.” 

“It was all Luci’s idea!” Morgan coughs, “I knew mother could protect you, father.  I had no worry!” 

“But, you wouldn’t stop fretting about mother.”

 “We’re fine, we’re fine.” Robin assures them, “Your father just wanted to show me something, that’s all.” 

Lucina and Morgan continue to bicker between themselves, yet abandon their childish argument upon realizing they had rudely interrupted their mother and father’s ‘date’.  Both children exit the bushes cautiously and apologize in near-unison.  The couple could never punish their children for worrying for their safety, especially Lucina.  

 “Would you two like to join us?  We were just sightseeing.”

Lucina fidgets a bit by picking at her nails with her eyes to the ground, “I’ll admit, I remember you two bringing Morgan and I to this spot when we were younger.  If you don’t mind…” 

Robin is first to put her arm around Lucina, Morgan immediately goes to her other side.  The family stands together as one. 

Together.

 As a whole.