"Pregnant!"

"Yes," replied Libra, much calmer than his two allies.

"Who's the father?" Chrom growled.

"How far along is she?" Maribelle hissed.

Looking at Maribelle he responded, "We think two months…" turning his head to Chrom, "…but she won't give his name."

"WE think?" High-pitched, Maribelle's face turned red with rage, not that Chrom could say his face was in much better condition, but that really didn't matter right now.

"Yes," replied the monk, "She already suspected she was pregnant, but she was hoping to keep it to herself until after the battle with Gangrel."

"That daft simpleton!" Marching over to the curtain, Maribelle wrenched it open; Chrom following close behind. Sitting in the infirmary bed, Robin was playing with a ring on her finger. She had a quiet smile on her face, as if she never heard the shouting that occurred outside. Maybe she did, maybe she didn't, when focused on something, she lost track of everything around her. Seeing the sight, the two stopped, unable to intrude.

Libra peeked over their shoulders, "She's been doing that since her admittance," he said with a slight smile. "It seems she's been carrying it on a necklace, being that she couldn't wear it on her finger. Be at peace. At least they're already married."

"Married!" the two hissed, dragging the curtain close. Libra nodded. The two stood there in a blank daze.

Libra himself had only joined the Shepherds a few days ago, and even he could read the raw emotion on their faces. He had an idea of what would transpire, and knew that maybe he should stay to mediate the argument, but this was something that shouldn't be held back. The emotions should flow, and only then would all parties feel relief. He nodded to the two, "If you need any more assistance, please call. I'll be in my room."

"Libra," Maribelle softly said, while Chrom remained lost in thought. Libra smiled slightly, leaving the infirmary to return to his room to pray. To pray for solace of all parties involved; to pray for the quick defeat of the Plegian King; to pray for the happiness of his little comrade and her spouse; to pray for a future safe birth.

Chrom didn't even hear Libra leave, his brain only processing the new information. Robin had only joined the Shepherds three months ago, slowly integrating herself into the hearts of all his comrades; and obviously, one more so than the others, being that He stole her heart, married, and impregnated her! He, whichever Shepherd it was, would definitely get a thrashing! He would be thrown him out of Ylisse proper! Chrom himself would crush every bone in his body, and even that wouldn't subdue the rage burning in him! Gods! She had barely been in his life, yet she was his friend, his best friend! His other half! Gods, he…he loved her… Maybe that's why he was as rankled as he was, but that wasn't the focus right now.

"Robin!" Yanking open the curtain again, he made his way to the bed.

"Chrom?" She jumped a bit, quickly looking over to the prince. Seeing the seething anger on his face, her head turned back down in shame, tears forming in her eyes, twisting the ring on her finger.

Damn, he was scaring her. He took a deep breath, then released it. After doing this several times, he sat at the edge of the bed, and calmly called her name again. She looked at him, but just with her eyes. "Why didn't you tell me?" He reached over, lifting her face, and the tears drip down.

"Chrom…"

"I thought we were closer than this. No secrets between us. Two parts of a whole. Best friends."

"Chrom…"

"Tell me, who it is?" She shook her head, he dropped his hand. "Robin…"

"I can't Chrom. I promised him."

"There's no reason to keep such things secret Robin."

"He's right my dear," Finally breaking her silence, Maribelle walked to the opposite side of the bed, and sat down, taking Robin's left hand. "There is no reason to keep such secrets, darling. Just tell us the name of the rapscallion who defiled you, and we shall deal with Him."

"Maribelle!"

"Are you not thinking the same thing, Milord?"

"Even so…"

"Stop it! Both of you!" They looked at her. "Don't you dare talk about him like that! You don't even know who he is, and you're blaming him all for this! 'It takes two to tango' as they say. I am just as guilty as he, maybe even more so."

"Of course not, Robin." Chrom shook his head.

"I am Chrom. The night that he proposed, I…I forced myself on him."

"What?"

"Well, not physically, Maribelle…most of the Shepherds could easily stop me if they chose. I mean mentally. I pushed him until he gave into my request. I…I've been in love with him since the first day we met. When he proposed, it was the happiest day of my life! And still, I was greedy…I wanted him so badly Chrom. I know how wrong that sounds, but I wanted to be his, and I wanted him to be mine. I'm sorry Chrom, so sorry…"

Maribelle bit her lip, trying to restrain the urge of hitting the tactician. As a woman, Maribelle understood those feelings well, but as Robin's friend, it just angered her that their intelligent, young tactician would do something so…imprudent. After breathing out a sigh, she took both girl's hands. "Darling, that's what love is. No one will blame you, but you still need to tell us who He is." Robin shook her head again.

"When he proposed, he said we couldn't say anything, not until the war was over."

"Why?" Chrom knew his anger was rising again. A Shepherd, one of his soldiers, purposefully wanting to hide the truth from him, from the whole army. And forcing Robin into this farce. This was really not improving Chrom's image of Him.

"Chrom," he stirred from his thoughts. Robin could read him like a book; he wore his emotions on his sleeve. "I know what you're thinking Chrom, and yes, I agreed, but it was because I felt the same, not because he forced me. I'm not happy to have lied to everyone, but I did it because it was my duty."

"Duty?" He questioned.

"Chrom, he…" she stopped herself, rethinking how to phrase her thoughts. "I'm your tactician Chrom. If we revealed our relationship, we may have received your support, but how many soldiers would think I wasn't taking my job seriously? How many people would think I wasn't giving my all? How many would think me just a love sick school girl, who couldn't keep her emotions in check? In these two months, how often do you think I've been with him?" She strongly emphasized the "been," so neither would mistake her meaning. Maribelle blushed a little while Chrom shook his head. He had no answer and didn't even want to think about such things. "Three times, Chrom! Three! Twice before the Exalts assassination attempt and only once following her death. We've rarely even seen each other in private.

"Chrom…I have nothing of worth but my skills, yet you, yet everyone, has opened their hearts to me, accepting me for who I am. I want to repay you, I want to repay everyone, by doing only what I can do best! I'm an amnesiac Chrom, but for you who has given me a chance, who has put all his trust in me, I can't relax, I can't fool around, we can't be together." She finally took a shuddering breath, fresh tears slipping out of her eyes. "…But even then…even then, I couldn't even do that job right!" She murmured, pulling her hands away from Maribelle, she curled her body into a ball, her breathes coming out infrequently and broken.

Maribelle wrapped herself around the poor girl's shoulders and looked at Chrom, tears in her eyes as well. "Say something!" She mouthed, no real voice leaving her lips.

"Her death, Emm's death, was not your fault Robin. As I said days ago, the fault, our preparedness, was mine not yours." His voice shook. In reality, he never, never, placed any blame on his tactician, not one ounce. If only he was faster, quicker to understand Emm's actions…she…she wouldn't be…Gods! He had no idea how much remorse Robin had, how much responsibility weighted on the girl's shoulders, how much emotion she kept in check just to strengthen everyone else's morale! He had put her into this situation, unknowingly forcing her to keep quiet about her emotions. Even though no one in the Shepherds knew her real age, she was what, no more than twenty! Most thought she was barely older than Lissa. And yet, she couldn't even be herself. He knew about her sleepless nights, staring at maps or reading tactical texts. Had he ever seen her doing something fun? Yes, she spent time with the Shepherds, but maybe, somewhere in the depths of her mind, she thought that this was part of her job, to learn about them so she could most effectively use them, to most effectively keep them, and everyone, safe. What of the other moments of calm? Thinking on it, the only "hobbies" she had were learning or improving her skills. Even when she was reading, he realized, rarely anything was fiction, everything had been historical, tactical, or in some way helpful to the Shepherds. Even the fiction she read was to understand the Shepherds better, namely Sumia. He never realized what a burden he placed on her, and he called her his best friend! And the one choice she made, a choice of selfish desire, he had thrown back at her as criticism.

"I'm sorry," he murmured. Maribelle dropped the embrace, having an idea what Chrom wanted to do. She got off the bed, going to the nearest window to dab at the tears dripping down her face. "I'm sorry," he said again, wrapping his arms around Robin, her petite body tensed in his arms, he felt tears rise in his own eyes, he felt the shudders, heard her breathe. "I'm sorry for judging your choice, I'm sorry for hurting you. I…we…everyone, will respect your choice. Whoever He is, whatever your future personal choices are, we will respect them because we love you. I'm sorry, Robin…I'm sorry…" He felt her head nod, but she couldn't say anything. The three remained in silence for several minutes; only when the nine o'clock bell rang did he feel Robin move within his embrace.

"Thank you Chrom," she softly spoke. Her eyes were red, but she did her best to rub the remaining tears from her face. Maribelle walked over, taking back her previous seat. She reached for the damp cloth, in the bowl, that lay on the bedside table, and tried her best to soothe the swollen eyes of her friend.

Chrom got up, knowing that he needed to compose himself, especially with the meeting planned for later in the day. "I'll see you at the meeting, right? Can you still attend?" Robin nodded in response. Within a few seconds, she was lying in the bed, the wet cloth covering her eyes. "I leave her in your hands Maribelle."

"Of course, Milord!" She replied across the room, doing her best to compose herself as well.

As he turned toward the door, her voice caught him, and he turned around. "He's a good man, Chrom. I know you…you will trust him." She stumbled at the end, most likely readjusting her phrasing to protect her husband.

"I'm sure I do," he replied softly, with a smile on his face. All the Shepherds had earned his trust in one way or another. For Robin, for Him, he couldn't tear down those bridges because they weren't more open about their relationship. "The man you chose must be worthy of you. You wouldn't have chosen otherwise."

Although he barely heard it, he knew she silently whispered, "Thank you."

He continued to the door and opened it, knowing that he would have to free himself of his feelings for her, but there was plenty of time for that, for now, he just wanted her relaxing and safe, even if just for a few minutes longer…


A/N

Dear Reader,

Welcome! You may call my Haru. This is my first every fanfic, so hopefully it's good...or at least average. I am welcome to comments and critiques. I may alter ratings and etc, since I'm not a very good judge on such things...however, I think the current ones are fine as is.

This was actually supposed to be an one-shot; however, as part 1 spilled onto the pages, it hit over 1,000+ words (2,000+ by the end), so I decided to split it up. Currently the plan is 6-7 parts, it just depends on how chapter 5 rolls out.

Being that this is a "mystery" of sorts, besides Chrom, I will not be posting any of the male character's names, even though a few/most will be mentioned. Maribelle is the only other character I will mention because she plays a prominent enough role in the story.

I also ask that in the comments, DO NOT GIVE YOUR OPINIONS ON WHO THE FATHER IS. If you figure it out, good for you, but please keep it to yourselves. If you post such things, even with nice comments, it will be deleted (...I think I have such power...if not, ignore this ^^; ). Although people may realize who daddy is by chapter 3, or maybe sooner, I wish it to remain a "secret" until everything is revealed and I don't want the story ruined for people who don't figure it out until the end.

Although I have many stories planned. Since this is a "mystery" based on my OTP for the FeMU, I plan to finish this story before others come out (since most stories will revolve, or at least involve, this pairing).

BTW, I'm going with the default name, Robin. I would be more original...but I suppose I'm just too lazy (or something).

Just a FYI, I am calling this an AU. Although the main story won't be altered too much, this is an AU because Robin is pregnant, but not with Lucina. (spoiler[?]...it's Morgan) This story won't go into the birth, and etc, since it will end a little after chapter 11. I just wanted to sort this out.

As well, I have a feeling that one or more characters are out of character. It might not show in this first chapter (or maybe it does), but this is just an early warning. I hope to clear the reasoning by the end of the story. I only state this because a friend, knowing me and my OTP, figured out daddy by just reading chapter 1. From her comments, which I do agree with, this character is a bit OoC; however, I stuck with this story because if I didn't, chapter 1 would have lost A LOT of edge, and I couldn't think of how to compensate.

I do not have a schedule for posting. I already have chapter 2 and 3 completed; however, I would like to hear your comments before publishing them. If suggestions are made (and they are good points that I feel need addressing), I may alter the story...

Thank you for reading this! I hope for your continued patronage!