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If one thing was certain, it was that he took after his mother. Chrom began to wonder if Morgan took after him at all; the blue-haired prince yearned to be a tactical genius like Robin and had her uplifting personality as well. He and Lucina were so different, with her constant seriousness and his bubbly persona. They had spent much time together in efforts to recover Morgan's lost memories, and after so many days, he finally remembered one small detail about Chrom from the future. Chrom would take it; even if his son never really recovered all his memories, they could make new ones together.
One day, he noticed something was different about Morgan. Several days of observation passed by, and he realized what was wrong. He would protect her with all he had during battles, and in camp, they were always seen together. Then, when Gaius came up to him and talked to him about something pertaining to the situation, it only certified Chrom's belief all the more. After supper that night, Chrom found Morgan at a campfire and sat down beside him.
"Hello, Father," Morgan greeted warmly. He titled his head up, his eyes on the nighttime sky. "It's a beautiful night."
"Yes, it is," Chrom agreed, then all was quiet. He struggled on how he should approach his son with the topic, and overall, he chose that a direct question would be best. "I can't help but to notice that something is different about you."
The blue-haired prince redirected his eyes to his father. "Huh? Like what?"
"Well," he smiled, "a man changes when they are in love."
Morgan's cheeks turned a deep shade of crimson as his eyes focused on the campfire. "It was easy to see, huh?"
A genial laugh escaped Chrom's lips. "Hey, I'm married to your mother, remember? How do you think I found out I was?" The fire made a loud crack, and he picked up a stick and drew in the dirt. "Who is she?"
"Cynthia," Morgan effortlessly replied.
"Gaius and Sumia's daughter, hmm? She is a good woman, Morgan. A good fighter, too."
"Not to mention beautiful…" Morgan exhaled. "I don't know. I wonder if I even have a chance with her?"
Morgan felt Chrom's hand place on his shoulder and give it a slight squeeze. "Oh, I'm certain you do. But, you'll never know unless you try."
"Yeah, I suppose so. Hopefully, Gaius won't wipe the floor with me," he agreed with his father. He then looked at Chrom with a smile on his face. "So, when did you know?"
Chrom stopped drawing in the dirt and threw the stick into the fire. He propped his elbows on his knees and leaned forward. "Because you and I are alike in the desire to keep those we love safe. I watched you and Cynthia fight together, how you fought with all you had to make sure she was unharmed." He glanced at his son. "A damn fine job you've done, too."
"Father…" Morgan whispered, tears of happiness in his eyes. His smile brightened all the more as he hugged Chrom. "Thank you."
Morgan was right. It was a beautiful night, indeed.