Author's Notes: Okay, so something I want to clear up. Some people were messaging me about my last comment on trigger warnings. I meant that I had mixed feelings in terms of that I AM WRITING SUCH DARK SHIT THAT I NEEDED TRIGGER WARNINGS. I will keep using them, because it's respectful to those why may have gone through traumatic experiences.

Also, for the readers who caught on that I had glaring differences in Robin's psychiatric treatment compared to the North American standard. Don't worry! It was on purpose. ;)

Just a heads-up. This one is NSFW. Well, the first part is.

Chapter 21: Right

His hands explored the curves of her body. He slid an arm around her waist and pulled her in close. Once he felt her warm back against his naked chest, he never wanted to let her go; it felt right. She tipped her head back, resting it against his shoulder. Her hair tickled his cheek and her scent titillated him.

He kissed her delicate neck and cupped her breast. She held her breath and swallowed back the sound that was building up at the back of her throat. He leaned her over onto her knees atop the bed. He brushed her long hair aside and trailed kisses down her back. She rewarded him with a sigh of content.

His dick throbbed. He wanted her. He wanted to be in her.

"Please, Chrom, I need you." She spread her thighs.

It overwhelmed him to hear those words. It was difficult to control himself, but he wanted her to be sure. "Are you ready?"

"Yes, I want you in me," she begged.

"Okay."

He guided himself into her. He closed his eyes as he pushed into her, relishing in her warmth. It felt amazing. She felt amazing, and even then, 'amazing' didn't even come close.

She dropped her head. "Mmm…" she moaned.

He pulled out and then thrust into her again and again. Soon, he was rocking his hips into her and the bed creaked in protest. His hands found their place on the curves of her hips.

"C-Chrom…ah…"

She was soaking wet. He made her like this. Each of her moans and sighs encouraged him. But, there was an irritating beeping sound.

"You feel so good, Robin." He groaned. The beeping was still going, but it was getting louder. "Do you hear that?" His words were strained. She grew tighter with each thrust.

"Hear…what?" she asked. "Ah, don't stop. I'm so close."

He was almost at his climax too. The beeping sound was still here, and now, it was getting on his nerves. It was ruining this!

"You sure you don't hear that?" he asked.

Her words were rushed and impatient. "What are you talking about?"

"It's starting to get on my nerves," said Chrom through gritted teeth.

Next thing he knew, he was staring up at his ceiling. And he was by himself. He found the source of evil beeping that ruined everything: the alarm on his phone. He sighed. Chrom reached over and turned off the alarm.

After, he draped an arm over his eyes. His cheeks were hot and his body was charged and tense from the…dream. He sighed in disappointment. Then, he sat up.

Oh.

He was going to need a shower.

"You guys are too cute." Phila gushed at her. "So…did you guys continue the massage?" She wiggled her eyebrows. "Did he take you to his place? Or your place?" She smirked.

"He just dropped me off at home," said Robin, blushing. She poked at her lunch. She glanced around her surroundings to see if anything was listening in on their conversation in the cafeteria.

"Oh," said Phila with clear disappointment written in her face. "Oh!" She perked up in her seat. "Goodnight kiss?" Phila reached over and drank her coffee.

"Nope," said Robin with a shake of her head. "His ex-girlfriend came up. So we did this weird awkward hug thing. He wanted to come up because he had a treat for Gold Digger, but I told him it wasn't a good time."

Phila grinned at her with a raised brow. "He wanted to come up?"

"Yeah," said Robin.

The psychiatrist giggled. "Did he also offer you pancakes too?"

"Damn it, Phila! I told you that he legitimately meant pancakes," snapped Robin.

"Still don't believe you!" sung Phila. "You let me know when you have 'pancakes' with him, and we'll see who's right. Anyway, back to ex-girlfriend that ruined the mood. What did he say?"

"That it was a long time ago, and they're good friends," said Robin. "I think she works with him. She's really pretty, Phila."

"Hmm…" Phila hummed. She crossed her arms and leaned back into her chair. "You must really like him."

"Huh?" Robin blinked at Phila.

"This is clearly bothering you," said Phila. "Robin, dear, you're an awesome person. And you can be hot as fuck. When you try. Anyone would be lucky to have you. And I can tell he's really into you. He wouldn't stop staring. At you." She pointed to Robin from across the table. "Not whoever his ex is."

"Stop it, Phila. You're making me blush." Robin buried her face into her hands.

"Is it make fun of Robin day again?" someone asked.

Robin picked up her head to see Maribelle with a tray in her hands.

"Hey, Maribelle," said Phila. "Sit, sit." Phila pushed out the chair beside Robin with her foot underneath the table.

"Thanks…Phila," said Maribelle with tightened lips. She sat down in the seat with the two doctors.

"No problem," said Phila, grinning back at their friend.

"Why is Phila bothering you again, darling?" asked Maribelle while fixing Robin's bangs. "Is it just me or have you gotten prettier? Are you wearing makeup? Since when did you know how to wear makeup?"

"See? I told you love makes women prettier," said Phila.

"Ha. Ha. Guys. I know my makeup basics. My sister forced me to learn whenever I was home for the summers. I just don't know how to do the more difficult looks. And can I not be the center of attention?" grumbled Robin.

"How are things with Chrom?" asked Maribelle, her eyes boring into Robin.

"Good?" Robin croaked out.

"And?" Maribelle opened her fruit salad. She waited for Robin to continue, but Robin pretended to be interested in her food. "Lissa is pretty excited about meeting you."

"Lissa?" asked Phila.

"His sister. My best friend," said Maribelle.

Phila put down her sandwich. "Oh, if you know his sister, then you must know about his exes then!"

"Perhaps, but I'm not one for gossip…" Maribelle noticed that Robin and Phila had their eyes fixed on her. She picked up her pink tumbler and sipped her tea. Maribelle gave a small huff. "What do you two want to know?"

"Do you know Sumia?" asked Robin.

"Yes," said Maribelle. "She's really nice."

"Go on," said Phila.

"I don't have dirt on her, if that's what you're asking, Phila," said Maribelle.

"That's not what I want to hear. What happened between then?" asked Phila.

The blonde nurse took a moment before speaking.

"Thank the Gods it's Friday!" exclaimed Sully, slouching over the table.

"I thought this week went pretty well," said Chrom.

"You've been all annoyingly happy ever since that stuck-up doctor agreed to date a dork like you," said Sully. "You even said that the coffee tasted great, and it never tastes great."

"She's not stuck-up. She's just…reserved," said Chrom.

"What can you say, my dear flower? Loves changes us," said Virion.

"Don't call me that," said Sully. "And why are you still here? I don't understand why we need a sniper on our team at this very moment?"

"The chief thought that I was necessary in case a hostage situation arose," said Virion with a confident smirk.

Someone cleared their voice. Everyone turned to look at Sumia. She had a neat stack of paper in front of her. "Well, I think the chat with Donnel went well."

"He's really enthusiastic," said Chrom.

Sully snorted. "Reminds me of someone when they were at the police school."

Sumia giggled. "Yeah, he was pretty eager, wasn't he?"

"Eager doesn't even cut it," said Sully. "He used to wake us up an hour before we were supposed to get up so all of us to go on group jogs."

"Yeesh," said Virion.

"And Vaike and Chrom competed endlessly at everything," said Sully. "Pretty sure, they made a bet over Sumia once."

Sumia blushed. "W-What?"

"You don't remember? It was over who got your pie," said Sully.

"Sully, stop," begged Chrom, starting to become bright red. "If we're done, I'm going to head out."

"Wow, you're not staying in, combing through the evidence like usual?" asked Sully.

"No, Cordelia already helped me do that and we still haven't found any leads," said Chrom. "Besides, Chief will get angry with me if I sleep here again."

Sully laughed. "Okay, I'll see you later. Can you tell the Vaikenator to get his paperwork in for once? I'm really sick of doing it for him whenever I'm on cases with him."

"Okay," said Chrom. "It'll be like pulling teeth, but I'll try." He got up from his seat.

"Oh, Chrom, wait," said Sumia.

"Yeah?" Chrom looked up at her.

"Your birthday's coming up…is there anything you need or want?" asked Sumia.

"Nope, I'm good. I have everything I need." A wide grin spread across his face.

"Yeah, you do," said Sully with a sly look.

"Sully!" Chrom blushed.

"Oh, okay," said Sumia quietly.

"Thanks, though. You're so considerate, Sumia. Have a nice weekend, guys," said Chrom.

When they all went their separate ways, Virion caught up with Sully. When he opened his mouth to speak, she cut him off.

"No," she said.

"My dearest flower, I haven't even said anything!" he said.

"Stop calling me that. Call me something awesome, like I dunno…something other than your irritating nicknames. 'Flower' makes me sound like a weakass woman who can't defend herself," said Sully.

"Ah, my dear, but you're the farthest from weak. You're a desert flower, withstanding the unforgiving heat of the sun! You're a rose, beautiful and dangerous with thorns! You're a venus fly…no, not that one." He stopped with his gestures of grandeur and looked around and saw that Sully had left him. Again, he chased after her.

"Wait, I actually have a question," he said.

"What is it?" she asked.

"But let me finish…" said Virion.

Sully began to walk away again.

"Okay! Okay!" said Virion. Sully turned around and returned to Virion. "Does Sumia like Chrom?"

Sully stared at Virion with furrowed brows. "Why?"

"It's pretty obvious. And one-sided," said Virion.

"Never thought you'd be one for gossip," she said.

"Well, it's because I am well-versed in the language of love and I sensed there was a damsel in distress," he said.

"You know, you'd be more suited for an opera stage than as a sniper," she said.

"I often saw operas with my father as a child," he said with a proud nod.

"That would explain a lot," said Sully. "Umm, they were a thing in the past."

"Oh," said Virion wisely and nodded. "That would make sense. And then Chrom dumped her for the lady who I'm going to assume is deaf."

Sully chuckled. "Actually, Sumia dumped him."

"What?" asked Virion, his poise faltering at the words. "Come again?"

"Sumia. Dumped. Chrom. Not the other way around," said Sully. "It was around the end of first year at the academy. They're still good friends, though I don't think Sumia's over him. And Chrom's stupidly dense."

"I see," said Virion.

"What are you two chatting about?" The two turned around to see Cordelia.

"Virion was curious about Sumia and Chrom," said Sully.

Corderlia frowned. "Oh."

Chrom returned to his desk to double-check if he forgot anything after handing his firearm in. During this time, Sumia came up to his desk with a new police puppy on a leash.

"Hey, Chrom, is there any flavor you want for your birthday cake?" asked Sumia.

"Anything's fine," said Chrom. "You really don't have to worry about this Sumia."

Robin had decided that she'd bake him a birthday cake. He smiled at the thought, and then stifled a yawn. Chrom glanced at the puppy. "Cute recruit."

"Did you not sleep well?" Sumia tilted her head to the side.

Chrom avoided Sumia's concerned face. He pretended to busy himself with a couple empty manila files. "Yeah, just…had a dream."

"Oh, was it a bad dream?" asked Sumia in concern.

His face flamed. "N-No…" he murmured. "It's nothing." Except that he was really into a certain someone enough to have a dream about that.

"You know you can talk to me, Chrom," said Sumia.

"Yeah, I know. It's nothing," said Chrom. He checked his phone. There weren't any texts from his current favorite person. He wondered if she was busy today. He remember her moans and it made his ears tingle and his stomach do flips.

"Are you okay?" asked Sumia.

"I'm going to head home," said Chrom. He walked around Sumia and quickly shuffled away.

He'd ask if she was up for dinner or coffee.

Robin slowly opened her heavy lids. She reached over for her phone on her bedside table to check the time. Two hours had passed since she had fallen asleep after coming back from work. She couldn't figure out why she was feeling so tired this week. She groaned as she rolled out of bed and headed to the washroom.

When she came out, she knew why she was feeling off: it was her time of the month.

Robin had a vicious craving for ice cream. She plopped back onto her bed and half expected the jingling of Gold Digger's collar. But she head nothing. Lazily, she picked her head up to see if the pug was anywhere to be seen. He wasn't in her room. He was probably outside with Priam. She reached over for her phone again and saw that she had a couple messages from 'Police Stalker'.

Hey, Robin. Happy Friday!

Robin tiredly smiled at the text. Cute.

Are you up for dinner or coffee? We can share our weeks.

It was way past dinner and drinking coffee wouldn't help her sleep at night at this point. She just really wanted ice cream.

Suddenly, her door opened. "Oi, brat!" shouted Priam.

There was a jingling sound coupled with an excited sprint coming towards her. Gold Digger jumped up at the bed, but only his front paws made it. He desperately tried to climb up with his short hind legs, but he fell onto the ground with a grunt. He barked at Robin, telling her to pick her up.

"What?" snapped Robin.

"I'm going out for a bit. Don't cause any trouble," said Priam, pointing an accusing finger at her.

Robin rolled her eyes and hoisted Gold Digger onto the bed to silence him. "Is there any ice cream?"

"You're on your period," Priam stated with a flat face.

"How do you know that?" She quirked an eyebrow. "Oh my gods, you didn't look through my period app on my phone did you? Holy shit, Priam, that's beyond creepy."

"Brat, I've been buying you those fucking crotch diapers ever since you got your period," snapped Priam. "You always made me get you ice cream whenever I had to babyshit your sorry ass. You don't remember freaking out when you got your first period?"

Robin pursed her lips. She didn't want to remember.

"Do I need to remind you? You should be grateful I was there," said Priam.

"Priam! Priam! Priam!" screamed Robin as she ran down the wooden stairs. She missed a step and slipped, landing on her back, which added to the tears already streaking her cheeks.

Priam ran from the kitchen to her, nearing tripping over himself on the way, and found her bawling on the stairs.

"What? What's wrong, brat?" he demanded. He checked to see if she was hurt anywhere. "Damn it. Say something!"

"I-I'm dying," she cried.

"What are you talking about?" asked Priam.

"I'm b-bleeding," said Robin. Snot was dribbling down her nose and into her mouth. Her hair was sticking to her wet cheeks.

"Where? Where are you bleeding? Your knee? Did you trip again? Let me see? I told you to be careful, ya idiot!" said Priam. "We'll just stick a bandage on it."

Robin shook her head. "I can't show you. But I know I'm dying. Call Grandpa." She wailed. "My tummy hurts too."

"Little Grima, why can't you show me where you're bleed—" Priam stopped and stared at Robin. "Oh for the love of the gods! You insufferable brat! You scared the living shit out of me!" he yelled.

Robin cried even harder. She pulled at Priam's sleeve. "I want G-Grandpa."

Priam sighed. "Grandpa's not in town. You know that. And you're not dying. You got your period."

"No, I'm dying, Priam." Robin snorted and hiccupped.

"It happens to girls every month. Didn't they teach you this in school?" said Priam. "Damn it, why do I have to deal with this?"

"So I don't get to see my mom?" she asked.

"No. You get to wear crotch diapers. Lucky you. They're kinda like bandages, I guess," said Priam. "I thought this was much more serious. Brat, I was so close to putting together a bulletproof defense on my case."

"I'm not dying?" Robin wiped away the tears that kept leaking out of her raw eyes, wave after wave.

"No. I just told you. Don't you listen? It's normal," snapped Priam. He offered a hand out to Robin. Her little hand grabbed his hand and he helped her down the stairs.

"I want ice cream. Can we get ice cream? Grandpa takes me for ice cream when I'm sad." Robin sniffled.

"Brat, I just fucking started working at a law firm. You think I'm made of money?" he asked. "Your grandfather isn't paying me to watch your sorry ass. You should grateful."

"Grandpa said to not to swear," said Robin through her shuddery sniffles. "I'm telling."

Priam sighed. "Don't do that, brat. No one likes a tattle tale. Let's make a deal. I buy you ice cream and get you crotch diapers, and you let this slide."

"Okay. Can I have two scoops?" asked Robin.

"Sure," grumbled Priam, giving into the little girl. He grabbed his jacket and slipped it on.

"Am I really not dying?" asked Robin.

"No, you're not dying, brat."

"Can I have a piggy back ride?"

"You're pushing it now."

Robin blushed and scowled at Priam, who looked equally irritable. "Okay, firstly, not my fault the school didn't teach me shit. And not my fault I had no women in my life to teach me what was going to happen."

"You ate so much ice cream. So much," grumbled Priam as he walked away. "I'm not buying crotch diapers for you anymore!"

"Stop calling them that! They're called 'pads', you idiot! Grow up!" she yelled back. Gold Digger clawed at her leg, begging for her attention. Robin scratched his ear.

"Ice cream goes straight to your ass, little Grima!" Priam shouted back.

Robin glared at the spot Priam had been standing at. "I still want ice cream though," she whined to the pug. "Maybe Chrom will take me."

Robin dialed 'Police Stalker' and waited for him to pick up on the other end.

It wasn't long until he picked up. "Hey, Robin!"

"Hey, Chrom. Sorry I didn't answer your texts, I fell asleep," said Robin.

"No problem. How's everything?" asked Chrom.

Gold Digger made grumbling noises as he settled into Robin's lap. "Stop it, Gold Digger. Be nice," said Robin.

Chrom chuckled on the other end. "Still can't believe someone named a dog 'Gold Digger'."

"Hey, so I really want ice cream. No, more like desperately need ice cream," she said. He laughed. She smiled at the sound of his laugh and giggled with him.

"Where do you want to go?" he asked.

"You're okay with this?" she asked.

"Of course," he said.

"There's a Nadine's around here," she said. Gold Digger barked, growing impatient with Robin's slowing hand. "I think Gold Digger wants to come too."

"Sure, I still have my treat for him," he said. "I can leave now and pick you up. It'll take me about twenty minutes if I account for traffic."

"Okay, sounds like a plan," she said. "See you in twenty."

"I'll let you know when I'm there."

"Okay, can't wait," she said and hung up. "I'm getting ice cream!" she exclaimed. Gold Digger excitedly bounced around her. "Oh shit. I have twenty minutes to get ready. All I want to do is wear sweatpants though."

Chrom waited in front of Seraph Tower. He craned his neck out to get a better look at the building. It was huge. He saw a small figure emerge from the entrance with a small animal on a leash. She was dressed in tight black pants and an oversized sweater.

Robin walked over to his car and opened the door. "Thanks for picking me up," said Robin. She scooped up the pug and hopped in.

"No problem." He smiled at her. It had been such a long time since he last saw her. "Hi, Gold Digger." He reached over to pet the pug but he stopped when the pug growled.

"Gods, Gold Digger, stop being a butt to Chrom," said Robin. "Sorry, Chrom. He'll warm up to you. Do you know where to go?"

"Yup, my younger sister, Lissa, loves that place," said Chrom. He checked over his shoulder for oncoming traffic.

"She knows what the good stuff is," said Robin. "Oh, by the way, sorry that if I look awful today. Having a bleh day."

"No, you look cute," said Chrom.

She dropped her head. "Oh," she murmured. "Really?"

"Yeah," said Chrom.

"Thanks."

"How was your day?" he asked. They still had a while to go.

She tucked a hair behind her ear. "Fine. You?"

"It was good. It got better now," he said.

"You're making it impossible for me to dislike you," she said with a laugh.

"Well, I'd hope so. Oh, can you grab the paper bag on my dashboard?" asked Chrom.

Robin reached over and grabbed the paper bag off of the dashboard. Gold Digger sniffed it and wagged his tail. "Do you like what you smell, you silly pug? Why don't you give it to him?" She offered it to Chrom.

"But I'm driving," he said.

"You're at a red light," said Robin.

Chrom reached into the bag and pulled out a bone-shaped treat. "Does he know any tricks?"

"All he's really capable of is eating, farting, and snoring when he sleeps," said Robin. "How about we try to get him to like you first?"

Gold Digger stared at the treat and then looked up at Chrom. He licked his lips by didn't move. It was like he was judging him.

"What? Did I do something wrong?" asked Chrom.

"No…normally Gold Digger's a pig," said Robin. Her brows knitted into one another. "Gold Digger, Chrom's trying, okay? Just humour me and get along?" She stroked the dog's back.

Gold Digger grunted and hesitantly took the treat from Chrom's hand. He turned around, facing his back towards the man and ate his treat.

"I don't think he likes me very much," said Chrom with a low chuckle.

"He's just playing hard to get. Aren't you, fatty?" Robin poked the pug's side. "It's okay. I like you enough for both of us." Her eyes widened at her words and she brought up a hand to her mouth. She cleared her throat and stared out the window.

"T-Thanks," said Chrom. His heart hammered in his chest.

They had opted to sit at the long table near the window to keep an eye on the pug. The pug glared at the couple sitting side by side as they enjoyed ice cream. Robin happily swung her feet and devoured her ice cream.

"Is it okay to leave Gold Digger outside?" he asked.

"Yeah, apparently he likes to defecate inside stores," said Robin. She scooped up a huge amount of cookies and cream ice cream and stuffed it in her mouth. She closed her eyes and moaned in absolute delight.

Chrom's Adam's apple bobbed at the sound Robin made. He blushed at the memory of his dream. He dropped his head, trying to hide the look on his face.

"Oh my gods, thank you so much for taking me for ice cream. I was dying." She sank into her seat. "Want some?" She offered Chrom a spoonful of her ice cream.

"S-sure," he said. He leaned in and ate off her spoon. He gave her a thumbs up and a strained smile. He couldn't think straight with her leg rubbing against his. Robin was too excited about ice cream to notice.

She turned to him with her head tilted and smiled. Her crinkled eyes and curved lips drew him in. Her lips looked so enticing.

"Gold Digger looks miserable outside." She tapped on his leg and pointed to the pug, but his eyes were on her the entire time.

He agreed with her.

"I'm glad I could finish my Friday off with you and ice cream," she said.

"Yeah?" Gods, seeing her this happy warmed his insides despite the coldness of the ice cream.

She nodded. Then her smile faltered. "You keep staring at me. Is there something on my face?"

Chrom shook his head. "No. You look adorable."

She laughed and rolled her eyes. "Chrom, I came out with lounge wear on, you really don't have to try to flatter me."

"No, really," he said and brushed a strand of hair away from her eyes.

He felt a pull towards her. A pull he couldn't fight any longer.

He wondered if she would be okay with it. He curiously leaned in. She didn't move away. Oh no, what if she turned her head last minute and gave him the cheek. He nearly stopped for a second, but realized that would make it worse. He'd have to just go for it. It was now or never!

He pressed his lips against hers, and felt her stiffen at contact.

When he pulled back for a second to gauge her reaction, she stared back at him with wide eyes, flushed cheeks, and parted lips. Okay, maybe she didn't want to be kissed. Damn it. He messed this up. He messed this up bad. Was it too soon? Did he have bad breath? Was this the end?

"Robin, I…I'm sorry. I should've asked first."

She put down her spoon. Then, she grabbed his shirt and pulled him towards her. When their lips were a hair's breadth away, she paused. "Just kiss me, you dork." Robin claimed his lips.

The lips he had yearned for were as soft as he imagined. He could taste her ice cream on her cool lips. He brought up a hand behind her neck and pulled her in closer. He parted his lips and brushed the tip of his tongue on her bottom lip, asking permission for entrance. She smiled and then returned to him. She deepened their kiss.

Nothing had felt this right in a long time.

He wanted her to never stop. He wanted her to never leave his side. He wanted her all to himself.

Then, she pulled away to his dismay. They silently leaned against one another's foreheads.

She teased him. "Sorry, I should've asked first." She giggled. "Oh gods, I'm so embarrassed now." Robin hid behind her hands.

If what he had felt before wasn't falling for her, he knew he was in big trouble now. Because he had fallen for Robin. Hard.

"Hey, Robin." He was as shy as she was at this point, but he needed to ask her now, when he had the courage. When he knew her answer. He gently pulled her hands away from her blushing face. "Can we be exclusive? Will you be my girlfriend?"

She raised her gaze and met his eyes. A smile spread on her face. She nodded.

Chrom couldn't remember the last time he felt this happy. He watched Robin pick up her spoon again. Her spoon shook as she tried to eat the rest of her ice cream. She nervously laughed.

"Stupid spoon," she murmured.

"Would you like some help?" he asked.

Robin returned home with a grumpy Gold Digger. He disapproved of their official relationship already. He fought her all the way home to the door. When she opened the door, she saw Priam.

"Hey, Priam!" Robin kicked off her shoes. "You're back early."

"Why do you sound happy? I hate it when you sound happy," he said, turning around. "Stop smiling like that, it's annoying."

"Hmm? I'm not smiling." Robin skipped to the kitchen to grab a glass of water with the huge grin.

Chrom's birthday was next Friday, she wondered what kind of cake to bake him. She already knew what to get him as a gift.

"Brat," Priam called her from the living room.

Robin poured herself a glass of water and drank it. The water tasted really sweet today.

"Brat!" Priam called her again.

"What?" she answered.

"C'mere! Hurry!" Priam shouted.

There was a bounce in her gait as she headed over to Priam. "What's up?"

"Validad wants to eat food with your next Friday," he said.

Robin's face fell. She gripped her cup. Friday was his birthday, and knowing her father, there was no way out of this. She sighed. She was going to miss her boyfriend's first birthday together as a couple.

"Don't call him that," she said quietly.

"What? Validad? I think it's funny." He snorted.

"I don't like it," she snapped. "He hasn't been much of a dad to me."

"He's still your father no matter what you say. Blood is thicker than water. And you're Plegian. No matter what you say, you'll fulfill your duty to your family," said Priam.

She sighed and her shoulders slouched.

"It's just dinner. Relax. Do you have a congratulatory gift for his election win?" he asked.

"No. I'll do that this weekend," she said. "An expensive watch should do, right?"

"Yeah," he said. "Aim for at least seven thousand G's."

"Do you want my card and you can do this for me?" she asked.

"How do you know I won't get him a vibrating cock ring?" he asked.

"Eugh, sometimes, you're trash," Robin huffed, and stomped away.

"One more thing, little Grima!" Priam shouted over his shoulder. "Clear your weekend. We're studying! If you're all happy and shit because you and the po-po had plans on being losers and getting your freak on this weekend, well, you're welcome for ruining it. I'm saving you from embarrassing yourself."

"When am I supposed to get him the present then?" asked Robin.

"We can go together," he said. "Just you and your favorite person, me."

"Great. Shopping with Priam. It'll be so much fun." Robin rolled her eyes and waved her hands. "Thanks for ruining my great mood."

"You're welcome!"

Robin lied awake in her bed, texting Chrom. The light from the phone illuminated her silly grin. She swore her face was going to hurt tomorrow from smiling so hard. But her eyelids were growing heavier by the second. And then, she fell asleep with her phone in hand.

Her phone continued to buzz and sing. The last text was from 'Chrom'.

I can't wait to see you again.

Author's Notes: PSYCHE! Who thought they were actually doing the dirty at the beginning of the chapter? *evil giggle* I couldn't help it. I just...yeah...*shifts eyes* I hope the fluff overload remedied your agony from the last two chapters.

I actually fretted a lot about posting this chapter.

If anyone has constructive criticism, please let me know. I promise I won't cry or quit writing. I'm struggling quite a bit with writing lately and I can't seem to pinpoint where I need to improve. I am making an effort to 'show' rather than 'tell'. :l It's harder than I thought, but I think I made some progress? And I am making an effort to cut down on adverbs and filler(?) words. I know my POVs writing isn't solid yet, but I've been noticing it and trying to change it. I can't tell if it's a stylistic thing I'm having problems with.