A/N:

Dear readers,

Good morning/afternoon/evening! I am late...Please forgive me...

Here is 7/7's update; a new piece, 4-5 parts long. Each section might be a bit short though... Tomorrow's piece will be the next installation of Happy Birthday. It will be on time!

I wouldn't say this is dedicated to a Guest...but someone made a comment in "T.A.D." about wanting MaMU to marry either Noire, Nah, or Cynthia. I will respond there too, but Guest-san (I'm sure you know who you are), his wife is already decided, I'm sorry to say. In return, this will be a MaMU x 2ndGen fic. I have one more I might want to write, because I like the pairing, but I currently have no story for it. I hope this appeases you a bit.

...I am tired...so I will end it here. I hope you enjoy today's reading. Comments appreciated!

I do not own or have the rights to Fire Emblem Awakening or any of the characters.

"Reflet!" Robin yanks open his twin sister's tent flap, revealing her husband, Frederick, sitting at a table with their toddler son, Marc.

"Uncle Robbie!" The boy squeals, flailing to get his attention, but he is soon placated by a biscuit from his father.

"Robin," The knight nods. "What do we owe the pleasure?"

Frederick and Reflet's romance had run for a span of only two months, before they got engaged. Even though amnesiac, like his sister, Robin, like many of the other Shepherds, had thought the romance was a spur of the moment occurrence, which was out of character for both lieutenant and tactician, and that the infatuation would fade in a month. However, even after they waited two months after the war with Gangrel, the two remained madly in love, and they married with his blessing. Of course, he also advised/threatened the knight that if the man did ANYTHING to hurt Reflet, he would become a knight skewer. Still, even when one year, then two years passed, the couple remained completely infatuated with each other, even more so once their son, Marc, was born. At the start of war with Valm, the one year old boy was to be left at the castle; however, even before leaving their continent, the child found a way to stowaway in the Shepherd's supplies. When the boy was found and reunited with his parents, Reflet couldn't bear another separation, using all her will the first time, and so, here they were, with their son, on a war campaign.

By now, the first married couple in the Shepherds shared a tent, so it wasn't surprising to see Frederick here. Of course, to see the knight without his armor was another matter, being that the occurrence was rare, but one could suppose that the man deserved to be comfortable in his home away from home.

"I was looking for Reflet. Is she here?"

"Do you see her?"

"…No," The Shepherd's tactician, now Grand Master, sighed. "Do you know where she might be?"

"She's like a butterfly, flitting here, then there. I'm sure she's somewhere in camp."

"…I see. Thanks." As he turned to leave, the brunet's voice called him back.

"Is something the matter, Robin? If I can't help you, I can at least pass on your message to Reflet, if I see her before you find her."

"...Well, it's a bit embarrassing, but I was hoping she would teach me how to cook…"

"Cook?"

"Yes…"

"Why would you ask Reflet?"

"Well, she is my sister, and I know she's gotten better since we first arrived."

"She's barely at a housewife's level, a little over an intermediate. You think she can help you?"

"Do you have any better suggestions, then!" Oh Naga, did he want to punch this man!

"I can teach you." The knight responds matter-a-factly, passing his boy another biscuit just as the child finishes his first.

"Y-you?"

"Yes, me. Who do you think taught Reflet in the first place?"

"…Is that really alright?"

"I wouldn't offer if I didn't mean it." The knight reaches for a kerchief, wiping his son's face, even though the boy is yet to finish his cookie and he will no doubt continue with his mess-making. The brunet then takes one of three tea cups, the second closest to him, allowing the boy to drink his fill, then returns the cup to its dish, thus allowing the child to continue his snacking.

"Are you sure?"

The man gives him a blank look. "Robin, we are family now. Not only due to the fact that you're my brother-in-law, but also because we are brothers-in-arms in the Shepherds. Family helps each other, and I am offering you my aid. I won't deny my teaching style is strict, but you will become a decent enough cook if you follow my lead."

"Ah! Thank you. I appreciate it, Frederick."

"One question though, Robin." The knight passes his son a third cookie. "What made you decide to pick up the hobby? You never seemed interested earlier, when I first offered."

"I just felt like it." The platinum laughed. In all honesty, when the knight first offered the lessons, he wanted to stay as far away from them, Frederick and Reflet, because even though, at the time, they weren't anything except comrades, it was obvious that there were something flirty in the air, which created awkward situations for anyone else involved. Of course, Robin couldn't tell the lieutenant that…

"I see. Well, I believe both of us will be busy the rest of today, so how about we have our first lesson tomorrow, a little after lunch?"

"Ah! Yes, I should be free then! Thanks, Frederick!"

"My pleasure, Robin." The knight smiled, and Marc waved, as the Grand Master left the tent.

The brunet sighed, listening to the tactician's footsteps as they walked further away, and watching his boy finish his fifth cookie; for he had eaten two before Robin came. Marc's dinner appetite would probably be ruined…

"More?" The little brown mop of hair looked up at him.

"No more today, Marc."

"B-but…" He gave an adorable puppy dog look, the one that made his mother melt. The knight didn't deny that it fazed him as well, but he was the stricter of the duo, or he had to be in these situations.

"No, Marc. Dinner's in a few hours."

"Mommy!" The boy flailed at his empty suit of armor. There was no response.

"You can come out now, Reflet. Your brother's gone." A head of platinum hair and two brown eyes look over his armor, leading the little one in his arms to screech again. Reflet looks left, then right. When she's convinced, she stands, stretching to get the kinks out of her contorted body.

"Your armor smells Frederick-y and lemony."

"I do need to keep it clean, love." He passes their boy, who snuggles into her bosom. "Although, if it smells like me still, I suppose it needs more cleaning."

The woman shrugs, letting the comment drop. "I guess I didn't need to hide, huh?" She goes over, taking a sip of cold tea from her cup. "Obviously he wasn't calling for another meeting with Chrom."

The knight hums, finally able to eat a biscuit for himself. "You realize, love, if you were called for a meeting, and Chrom asked me to find you, I would know you're hiding places."

"You would dare oust your wife?" She pouted at him, and dear little Marc copied his favorite parent.

"When you're being silly, yes, I would." She hmphs, walking away to their cot. He waits a few minutes before he asks a certain question. He eats another cookie and drinks some tea. When he does turn to her, she's lying on their cot, Marc on her chest. When she catches his eyes, she gives a soft smile, quasi-anger gone. Going over, he sits on the cot's edge, softly brushing her bangs to the side. "Do you know why your brother suddenly has an interest in cooking?"

"I think he's in love."

"Finally blooming, is he?" She smacks him in the gut.