I don't even want to think about how long it took me to find this o_o

My old laptop died, making it hard to find where exactly I had an old copy of this story .

But here it is, after a long while - an update!

"Mother, there you are!"

Nihla turned not recognizing the voice, and thinking she was mistaken for Olivia again because of her hair. When she turned she didn't expect what she found – there was a young boy with hair as blue as Chrom's and eyes just like hers. He smiled up at her and called her mother again, making her flinch but realize maybe it was their child from the future as well, but when Lucina ran up she was even more confused.

"Who are you?" She looked the boy over, her eyes focusing on his left hand. "What… the brand!"

Everyone turned as he also looked at his hand, "This? It's just a birthmark."

Nihla kept a straight face thinking it was very unlikely there was a third child that mistook her pink hair for Olivia's.

"That's the brand of the Exalt… if you…" Then all eyes went to her as she was wondering things as well, "Wait – Inigo, come here!"

"You called?" The young man came up to see the boy looking up at him with Nihla's eyes. "Who is this?"

"Ah, I didn't introduce myself yet!" He gave a smile very much like Inigo's, "I'm Morgan!"

The tactician-assassin nodded to herself, this was certainly a development.

Chrom went and talked to Olivia who nodded and skipped over to the boy she assumed was her grand-son. She asked Morgan if he could recognize his father, but when the boy tried he made a face of frustration, claiming his memory was in tatters. Nihla tried not to laugh, reminiscing on how she was found; her future son quickly remarked he woke up also in a field. Even in a situation many would find bleak, the boy was smiling and laughing away – though quickly the boy fainted and had to be carried back.

As she waited outside the healer's tent, Nihla sighed wondering how long Morgan had gone without food, he was unnaturally thin. The strange maternal instinct she felt made her laugh, she was only newly married and they found her future son. Her husband came up to her, and put his arm around her shoulders, again not sensing the atmosphere.

"How is he?" Inigo asked looking at the tent.

She sighed, "Malnourished, injured, and sleep deprived, but… alive."

He saw the smile on her lips as she said alive; the woman next to him had instantly found her motherly nature as she had been 'reunited' with her son. Pressing his lips to his forehead he told her to go rest in their tent, he'd find her if anything changed with Morgan.

Her face turned red like always, "If anything – and I mean anything happens, come get me!" With those last words she stormed off in a huff.

Inigo laughed, "Still shy, huh?"

As he shifted his gaze from his wife he stared back at the healers tent, wondering how far of a future Morgan came from or how different? The boy was unconscious and couldn't give answers at the time, so he ignored his thoughts and merely waited for him to awaken.