A/N: What's this? A double update? On the same day?

Disclaimer: I do not own Fire Emblem Fates or any of its characters

Azura wrinkled her nose and held the piece of steak away from her nose in disgust.

"Eugh, what is up with this food?" she asked, sticking her tongue out. "Everything lately seems to smell like liquid death to me."

"I'm pretty sure it's just you, Azura," Corrin said, not bothering to give her a glance as he tore into his teak. "We've been over this before. I can't smell anything out of the ordinary with your food, which means it's your nose, not mine."

"I can't eat this," Azura said, with finality, tossing her fork onto the table and pushing away the plate. "I actually can't eat this."

"Here, have some wine," Corrin offered, pushing his own glass forward. All throughout dinner, he noticed how Azura avoided touching her glass of wine almost religiously, almost as if she couldn't drink it at all.

That wasn't the only odd thing he noticed, however. Ever since the meeting with Count Hansen two weeks ago, Azura had been acting…odd. For example, she often took longer while dressing, often frowning at her stomach or turning around to look at her waist, as if she was afraid she gained weight. Azura would also frequently turn her nose up at food, claiming it smelled "absolutely horrid," yet was able to stomach some of the oddest combinations of food Corrin had ever seen, such as cheesecake with pickles sprinkled on top.

There was also this odd…odor around her. It was hard to describe, but it was like if Azura's characteristic sweet, strawberry scent had been mixed with something more…primal and instinctual. He had never smelled the second smell before, and it was driving him insane.

It really was odd, but Azura had kept strangely silent on the matter, frequently blaming her monthlies. If Corrin didn't know better, he could have sworn Azura was hiding something from him, but he did know better. He knew from experience that Azura would only tell him something if she was ready to tell him, and not before.

It was one of the most infuriating parts about her, yet like so many pet peeves he had with her, the more he woke up to the sight of her blissfully asleep in the morning, the more he began to tolerate them.

And so, Corrin waited.

"No thank you," Azura said, pushing Corrin's wine glass back to his side of the table. "I can't drink it, not in this condition."

"In this condition?" Corrin parroted. "You keep referring to your illness as 'this condition,' but it's been two weeks since these symptoms first showed up! Are you sure you don't need me to take you to the healer?"

"I've already been," Azura said dismissively, aimlessly toying with her food. The doctor said everything's fine with the b—"

"With the what?" Corrin asked. "Everything's fine with what?"

"…n-nothing," Azura said shakily. "Forget I said anything. I'm fine, don't worry about me, Corrin."

"You know it's in my nature to worry," Corrin said frowning. "I know you like to keep your secrets, and I accept that, but if there's a chance you could die, then—"

"I'm not going to die," Azura said, exasperated. "Honestly, Corrin, if you could stop worrying about me and the baby so much, it would make everything so much easier for us."

Corrin frowned. "What baby?"

Before Azura could answer, the sudden appearance of a maid offering to take away their plates broke his train of thought. As he smiled gently at the maid and offered to call for assistance upon noticing the noticeable bulge in the maid's belly, Corrin froze.

There was that smell again. That odd, distinctly familiar smell. It was a primal, instinctive smell, one that emanated from both the pregnant maid and…Azura?

No way.

As soon as the maid disappeared around the corner, Corrin leaned forward and hastily took Azura's hand in his own. Surprised, Azura stared blankly at Corrin.

"Corrin, what's going—"

"Azura, I know you hate being confronted like this, but don't lie to me. Are you with child?"

Azura froze. How was she able to respond? Could she respond?

For almost a month, Azura had kept the secret of her child exactly that—a secret. Save for Jakob, Silas, Felicia, and Flora, she was certain nobody else knew, so for Corrin to find out…

"…Yes," she managed to choke out. "I-I'm pregnant."

Almost as quickly as he had grabbed her hand, Corrin released her, his hands going to his forehead as he pushed his hair back. Azura nervously watched as Corrin got to his feet and paced around the balcony, the sunset behind them casting half of his face into shadow.

As for the half that Azura could see, she slowly watched as the small o of surprise turned into one of the largest, if not the largest grin she ever saw on her husband's face. As Azura watched Corrin pace around, grinning stupidly, she couldn't help but feel her own sense of mirth bubble up within her.

"You're not joking, are you?" Corrin asked suddenly, darting towards her and taking her hands again. "Please don't tell me this is some sort of elaborate joke."

"It's not," Azura said, smiling. "I'm pregnant, Corrin."

Corrin simply stared at her incredulously before leaning forward and picking her up from her chair, arms around her waist as he spun her around. At first, as he spun her, Azura had shrieked, both in surprise and fear, but as he slowed and Azura heard and felt the muffled laughter from where Corrin buried his face in her chest, she couldn't help but break out into a wide grin of her own as well.

"You're really pregnant?" Corrin asked again once he stopped spinning. "This isn't a joke?"

Azura nodded, tears suddenly springing to her eyes. "Yes," she forced out.

Then, as suddenly as he had grabbed her, Corrin leaned forward and kissed, his lips warm against hers. Azura used the opportunity to deepen the kiss. She tipped her head back, closed her eyes, and placed one of her hands behind Corrin's head while the other snaked its way down to his chest to feel his pounding heartbeat.

When they broke apart, both gasping for breath and flushed red in the face, Corrin chuckled touched her forehead with his own. "I-I can't believe it. W-we're going to be parents!"

"I know!" Azura squeaked when Corrin hugged her tightly. "You're going to be a father!"

"What about you?" Corrin asked, releasing her. "You're going to be a m—no, you're not going to be a mother. You're going to be the best, the most beautiful, the most caring, the most—"

Azura blushed. "Hush, you," she said, feeling this wonderful spark of joy light up inside her when Corrin rested a hand on her belly.

"—the most wonderful mother," Corrin finished, eyes suspiciously bright. "She'll…love you."

"She?" Azura asked, mischievously. "Assigning genders already?"

Corrin chuckled. "Why not?" he asked.

Azura giggled as well before kissing Corrin again on the lips.

"Why not?" she agreed.