Chrom POV

I walk along the beach on the southern border of Ylisse, watching the sunset with hardly a care as I run the days before the final battle in my mind, wondering how I could have missed that Robin would never have kept her promise not to strike down Grima. I should have known that she would never have allowed that monstrosity that destroyed Lucina's world to live to rise again in the distant future, regardless of the fact that there could someday be another group like us to prevent it from happening.

I sigh as the sun vanishes under the horizon, and blink, swearing there was a flash of green from the corner of my vision. "A green flash…" I mutter, shaking my head as I turn around, following my footsteps back towards camp.

The waves crash as a gentle breeze flows around me, reminding me of Robin's gentle way of wrapping her arms around my neck in our final moments together years ago atop Grima's back, as she vanished in my arms.

"Chrom… promise me you'll think of all the good times while I'm gone," she whispers from under my chin as I hold her fading body close.

I nod, holding myself together. "Of course, Robin. I promise to think of you every day, without fail. You will always be in my mind, love."

She sighs and turns her gaze up to meet my eyes, her white hair billowing around us. "I love you Chrom. More than you know," she whispers, tears in her eyes.

I lower my face to hers, resting my forehead against hers and closing my eyes. "And I you, Robin." I lower my lips to hers, desperate for one last gesture, a promise to see each other once more.

"Chrom?" Lissa's voice calls out, pulling me from my thoughts of Robin.

I raise my head and plaster a smile on my face for her. "I'm coming Lissa," I call back to her, taking one last look back to the churning ocean before turning my back to it, entering the camp once more.

"Milord, I am glad you are alright. Nobody has seen you all afternoon, and we had all begun to worry," Frederick informs me, a frown on his usually blank face.

I shakes my head and walk past him. "I was just taking a walk, and thinking… of her," I explain.

His eyes widen slightly as he nods in acknowledgement. "I understand, Milord. I will let the Shepherds know you are alright." He turns to walk away, first approaching Sumia and enlisting her help in spreading the word.

I turn to Lissa, opening my mouth, when she jabs her finger in my face. "You have to believe that she will come back, Chrom. You're starting to give up on her, aren't you?"

I close my mouth, shaking my head. "I would never give up on her, Lissa. I just miss her, is all. It's been four years, and Lucy… she barely remembers her mother."

Lissa sighs and steps back. "Listen Chrom, everyone misses her, and though none of us could miss her as much as you and your daughter, but we all pray for her return every night before we fall asleep, talk about her together when you walk out of camp. Maybe you should just… pray for her tonight. You never know if that one thing is all it will take to bring her back."

I nod and walk into my empty tent, lacking Robin's mess of papers and books that used to lay strewn all about the tent during the wars. I look at the crate of her books that she always insisted on bringing along, though I never saw her open it, or even suspected that she ever had the opportunity to go through it. I humor myself and pull off the lid, finding her hidden stash of tomes and tactical volumes. I chuckle to myself, finally having found where she stored them where none had ever even thought to look for them.

"No wonder you were so protective of this crate, Robin. You put everything you needed in here, didn't you?" I ask to the air, hoping that it will somehow reach her ears.

Hours later, I find myself unable to sleep, even with the peace of the night in the forest. With a small grumble to myself, I pull on my boots, strap on Falchion, and step out of my tent, setting a destination for the beach once more. As I pass the campfire, Lucina waves at me tiredly, a hand on her own Falchion. "Can't sleep, Father?" she asks, worried.

I nod with exhaustion. "I'll be on the beach for a while, Lucina, then I'll be back."

She nods and adds another log to the fire. "Just don't go too far, alright?"

"I promise, Lucina," I respond as I walk away from her. As the soil turns to sand, I breathe in the salty air, the humid breeze soothing to my racing mind. With a sigh, I sit in the sand a few feet from the water, fiddling with a small shell I find buried in the sand next to me. With a small smile, I whisper, "Robin, come back to me soon, I need you…"

"Chrom…" I hear on the breeze, her voice barely a whisper. I look to my right, rising quickly and unsheathing Falchion, then turn back towards the camp, finding nobody there. I look to the left of the sea, and catch my breath at the dark bundle floating ashore.

Without hesitation, I pull off my boots and armor, plunging Falchion into the sand to mark where to go, before I plunge into the warm water, swimming desperately to rescue the motionless person in the water. I reach the person, finding silvery white hair gleaming in the moonlight around a painfully familiar face. The outfit she wears is not the one she was last in, as her coat was left behind in my arms when she vanished, but a beautiful gown I had given her for her birthday a few months after our wedding, the sleeves off her shoulders and trailing down to her knees, with a neckline that goes a little lower than she usually liked. I can't discern the color in the moonlight, but I know it is blue and purple, a combination of our favorite colors.

I wrap my arm around her waist and swim back to shore, dragging her behind me until we finally return to shore, where I wrap an arm around her shoulders and under her knees, lifting her out of the water into the chilly night air, shaking her gently. "Robin, wake up. Please, please, wake up," I whisper into her ear, holding her close as I kneel in the sand. I get a response of her curling more into me, moaning softly. "Come on, love, you need to wake up."

She moans again in unconscious protest, burying her face in my arm. "Fif mmmr mmnntss…" she mumbles.

I tangle my hand into her hair, running my other hand up and down her side. "Come on, just wake up. Please Robin, for me," I beg her, though I feel myself grinning at her reaction. Oh, how I've missed seeing her in this dress…

I feel her eyelashes flutter against my bare arm, and her whole body shifts as she turns her head. "Chrom?" she whispers, eyes barely open. "Wh-where am I?" she asks tiredly, shivering.

I lean down and kiss her senseless, barely able to get a response from her before I pull away from her lips. "You're safe, Robin," I whisper, before kissing her once more, pulling her as close as I can without hurting her. Her arms slowly, but surely, lift to wrap around my neck, and I feel just how cold she has become. I pull away from her reluctantly, and I can tell she doesn't like it either. "Let's get back to camp and get into something dry, love."

I rise slowly, setting her on her feet as I gather up my sword and armor, though seeing her wearing no shoes makes me frown. "I'll be fine just walking to camp, Chrom, honest," she mutters, leaning on me as I stand up straight with my boots on and armor in my arms.

Robin POV

I walk carefully behind Chrom as he leads me to camp, still trying to absorb that I've been away from him for four years, when it feels as though I've only been gone but a day. I step over the branches, holding up my gown in one hand as I keep the other wrapped around me, trying to keep myself somewhat warm in my soaked condition, though I fail to understand why Chrom looks at me the way he does.

"We're almost there, Robin," he murmurs to me after we trudge along for a few minutes in the dark from the beach where I washed up. "Lucina's on watch, she'll be thrilled to have you back."

I smile at the thought of my daughter, both time traveler and the one who must be around five by now. "How have they both been?"

"They both miss you, but the one back in the castle barely remembers you anymore. And they both need you back."

I clench my hand over my heart, trying to ease the throbbing pain from knowing how much they have all suffered from my choice. "I'm sorry I broke my promise Chrom, but I just… couldn't let the opportunity to pass to destroy Grima…" I whisper, tears in my eyes, blurring my vision.

He stops and shifts his armor to his left arm, wrapping the other around my shoulders to comfort me. "I can't blame you Robin. I shouldn't have made you promise me that, when I should have known it would go against all you stand for to keep to it. I just didn't want to face the fact that you could vanish so soon, or so easily, when we had another option, no matter how temporary it might have been."

I nod and pull his arm down to wrap around my waist, twining our fingers together. "Thank you, Chrom, for bringing me home."

We continue on in silence, and Lucina almost crushes me with the strength behind her hug. "Mother!" she cries, sobbing into my shoulder as I hold her close, shushing her, but the whole camp wakes up from the disturbance. "Mother, don't you ever vanish again!"

I purse my lips and comb my fingers through her hair. "I won't, my baby, I promise," I whisper to her.

"Milady," Frederick gasps, before I see a slight blush staining his cheeks. "Maybe you and Milord ought to retire to your tent for the night. We can continue the reunion in the morning."

I nod, before realizing that everybody but Chrom is blushing to some degree and avoiding looking anywhere but my face, while he takes in a good eyeful of the rest of me while smirking mischievously to himself. I then look down, and blush furiously myself, recognizing the low cut of the bodice and the split skirt of the dress Chrom gave me for my birthday one year, and he was the only one who was ever supposed to see it.

"Ch-CHROM!" I shout, covering my chest and ensuring the others can't see much more than what they already had. "Why didn't you say what I was wearing?!"

He chuckles to himself and guides me away to the tent, tying the flaps together and putting a charm for containing sounds and keeping people from entering on the ties. "I do believe I was enjoying the view so much it slipped my mind."

He puts his hands on my hips and pulls me in for a rough kiss, making my heart beat faster and makes my blood rush faster through my veins. Without breaking the kiss, he lowers us to the cot. After a few minutes, we break away from each other to inhale, and I comb my fingers through his hair with one hand, as I fiddle with the clasp of his cape with the other.

"Chrom, I love you," I whisper in his ear as I lean up to him, holding him close.

His arms wrap around my waist and he sighs, pressing a kiss onto my neck. "I love you, Robin."

I sigh in content, glad to be back with him, and knowing that we will soon bring Morgan into existence.

Yeah, you can kinda figure out where that one leads, so use your imagination if you want to, or go read an M rated story, I won't write that kind of stuff, just a little… situation in which I believe these things could occur as a result.

I do not own Fire Emblem Awakening.