#robcina

With a yawn, she sat up and stretched her arms over her head, eyes still closed. "Morning, love."

Turning and opened her eyes, she realized for the first time since waking that Robin wasn't in their bed. "Hm? Robin?" She called out drowsily.

She looked to the bathroom, but the door was wide open. Robin's cloak was missing from the back of the desk chair where he usually left it at the end of the day. She wasn't sure how he'd slipped away without waking her... but the past few days she'd certainly noticed him trying. "Where'd he go? What's he doing?" Worry took root in her gut as she pushed the covers down to her knees.

But before Lucina could get out of bed, she heard voices at the door.

"Okay, just like we practiced!"

"Yeah, I kick the door in and-"

"No kicking doors! We stroll in and wake her up sweetly and gently and then-"

"It's breakfast time!"

"Er, maybe we should give this a third attempt..."

"She's going to wake up soon Father, it's light out!"

"Very well, on three: One, two, three..."

Morgan kicked the door in anyways, making Lucina jump even though she'd been anticipating her daughters habit of bursting into rooms with theatrics, something she'd developed lately after spending the last few months travelling with Cynthia.

"Good morning, Mother!" She chirped when she saw Lucina sitting upright. Morgan strolled to one side of the bed with a tray in her hands. "How are you doing?"

Confused, Lucina looked over at her husband as Robin sat down with a second tray of food in his lap. "I'm okay... What is this?" She asked looking back and forth at her family.

"Breakfast in bed!" Robin replied, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Dig in!" There was a pause as he looked at the food and winced. "Or if you want to skip breakfast and get right to today's activities, we can do that too! We have a busy day ahead of us!"

Lucina's brow furrowed as she took in both husband and daughter. Robin appeared to have raw egg on his shirt and milk on his pants. On the tray in his lap was a plate with scrambled eggs - butchered, more accurately. One slice of bacon was charred and the other looked undercooked, a strange feat he accomplished since they should've been cooked in the same pan. Looking at Morgan's tray, a piece of toast was burnt on one side and on the other was still white. She saw crumbs at Morgan's mouth and recalled how a moment ago Robin said they should try a third time. Did Morgan eat the first piece? Steam rose from a cup of water on the tray as well, and she asked, "What's that?"

"Tea!" Morgan replied with a grin.

"It's water..." Lucina pointed out. And she'd just told them yesterday that tea had to steep before being served! She was no chef, but she was definitely the one who cooked since Robin was a terror in the kitchen and Morgan seemed to have inherited that trait.

But neither had lost the big smiles they were wearing and she raised a brow. "Um, why did you make me breakfast in bed?" She asked with a nervous smile of her own.

"Because it's your birthday!" Robin answered.

"Happy birthday, Mother!" Morgan set the tray down on the nightstand and gave Lucina a tight hug. "I love you!"

Lucina blinked, then cast her eyes to the desk where a calendar was propped up against a stack of tomes. Sure enough, today was her birthday, circled in red with little hearts drawn on it.

"Oh..." She sniffled as tears came to her eyes. "I didn't even..." She rubbed her eyes with one hand and felt Robin wrap his arms gently around her shoulders. "I forgot."

"Well, don't worry. Chrom's throwing a small celebration at the castle, so we'll visit the little Lucy after you eat and get ready, then we'll head up to the lake and have a picnic, and then we're going shopping at the market, and then I made reservations for us at the new bistro that opened, and then we'll retire here! Morgan bought a fantasy novel she wants to share with us, so we'll listen to it when we get back."

A few tears fell. Today was perfect. Too perfect.

"I love you. Both of you." She gave Robin a kiss and then kissed Morgan on the cheek, then looked at the trays beside her. She blanched.