"It's a good thing the palace is so big," Cynthia said as she watched the servants haul in yet another set of luggage. On their own, she and her parents and her husband weren't that many people. But then Lucina and Inigo arrived two weeks ago with the twins (and Inigo's own parents), and now Morgan's parents had just arrived. Compared to the size of their army back in the old days this wasn't a lot of people, but it was still enough to make a difference.
Plus, having a new baby was like having a dozen guests all at once with how busy they'd been. Not that Cynthia minded. A heroic mother rose to every cry and demand of her child, after all!
"I'm so glad everyone's here," Morgan added. "Should we go say hello right away, or do you still need a few moments to rest?" Rest, Cynthia thought with a slight grumble, ever since she'd had the baby all anyone ever told her to do was rest whenever she wasn't taking care of him. She placed Christopher back in his cradle, relieved that he'd finally gone to sleep. She didn't mind being a heroic mother instead of an ordinary hero, but she missed little things like being able to move around for more than an hour without someone fretting over her.
"I'm perfectly fine," she said. "Christopher's sleeping, I've had plenty of rest in the last few weeks and I have more than enough energy to sit and talk to your parents and my big sister!"
"But you've barely gotten any sleep in the last few weeks," Morgan reminded her. "I've offered to go to him when he cries or needs anything, and you know we've got plenty of nurses but you insist on doing everything."
"That's not true." Cynthia cocked an eyebrow. "I let the nurses take care of him while I'm sleeping, and you've gotten to hold him a lot!"
"Still, that's not nearly as much as you've been doing." Morgan smiled, looking down at the sleeping baby. "I think this is the first time in a few weeks he's slept, too. Looks like we already know who he takes after the most."
"Awww, but he has your eyes and nose." Cynthia giggled. "And probably your hair, too."
"I meant in personality," Morgan said. "He's got more energy than you ever did."
"Hey, you're not exactly Mr. Snoozy-pants either," Cynthia snorted, playfully kissing the tip of his nose. "He got a double whammy from us both." She stroked the soft layer of light brown hair atop the boy's head. "He's going to look like you, though."
"Nah, he's got Ylissean blood in his veins. He'll end up being a miniature Chrom," Morgan said. "Lucina's daughter already looks like a smaller you."
"And their son looks like Inigo's father." Cynthia snorted. "Poor mother, I hope one of her grandchildren eventually looks like her." Morgan raised an eyebrow.
"You're not thinking of having another one already, are you?"
"Why not? It's the heroic thing to do, isn't it? More heirs to carry on the line, playmates for Christopher, a big family of love?" She smiled, leaning against his shoulder. "Not right away, of course...maybe when Christopher's a year old."
"Well..." Morgan laughed toying with one of her pigtails. She still wore her hair in pigtails even as a wife and mother, not caring if she looked childish or ridiculous. "I guess. I mean, if we're gonna wait. Just promise not to nearly break my hand this time, okay?" Cynthia blushed.
"Sorry about that, by the way." She smoothed her dress down. "Enough chitchat, though! Our families are waiting!" She waited for Morgan to fix his own clothes before taking his hand and heading into the parlor. Next time, she promised herself, she would arrange it so Christopher could actually spend time with his older cousins.
