Robin sat down exhausted on his bed. It had been a long day of screaming, yelling, and crying, but they were now proud parents of a baby girl. Fortunately, she almost immediately took to him, so that was a relief at least.

However, he had to remind himself that the small sleeping girl was not just their daughter, she was also the crown princess. Robin had become something of a history buff, and he knew that one good ruler did not guarantee that their successor would follow in their footsteps.

He theorized that this largely had to do with distant upbringings. It often seemed to be a trend that royal children were raised by nannies and tutors. Robin wanted none of that. He had discussed as much with Lucina and she wholeheartedly agreed. Therefore, they vowed to try and have at least one of them available whenever they were needed. It would be no easy task, but Robin believed it was worth it.

Slowly, he lowered himself down onto the overly plush pillow. Lucina was out almost as soon as she hit the bed which was understandable as the day had been much more strenuous on her than him. Little Morgan was fast asleep finally as well. He would enjoy this sleep.

That did not last long. Both parents awoke at the sound of crying. Lucina was almost instantaneous in getting out of bed while Robin took a few milliseconds slower by comparison. By the time he got up, she was already on her way back to bed rocking Morgan trying to get her calm down.

"Are you hungry? Is that it?" She asked, though her voice lacked the slight panic her actions carried. It was calm and soothing – the voice of a mother.

Robin decided at that time to give them some privacy. A few minutes later, he could hear some faint singing coming from the bedroom. It was quite good. He was a bit surprised actually. He had never taken her for much of a singer, but regardless, it seemed she had a natural talent.

A few minutes after that, Lucina walked back in with a now sleeping Morgan. She carefully placed her back in her crib and walked back to bed.

"I didn't know you could sing," Robin commented as she got readjusted.

"Hmm? No, I don't usually. I just remembered my mother singing to me to calm me down, and I thought it might work here."

"Well, you're quite good. I wouldn't mind a few bars myself."

Robin did not have to see her to know she was embarrassed, "Perhaps. One day."

Robin chuckled and kissed her on the forehead before they drifted back to sleep.

Lucina awoke the next morning later than usual. The previous day had been exhausting, but after recollecting herself, she immediately crawled out from her covers eager to dote on her daughter some more.

However, she noticed with mild panic that Morgan was missing from her crib. She turned back to the bed to wake Robin only to see that he was missing too. Not even thinking to get properly dressed, she rushed out into the sitting room only to immediately stop at the sight of Robin with Morgan on the couch.

He was happily bouncing her on his knee while she gurgled with glee. Lucina smiled at the scene and leaned against the doorframe. It was not long until little Morgan noticed her mother and reached out for her alerting Robin to her presence.

"Oh, hey there," Robin stood with Morgan, "She woke up about half an hour ago, and I didn't want to wake you if I could avoid it. Plus, I wanted some daddy-daughter time."

He handed her off to her mother who gladly took her up, "Did you and daddy have fun?" Morgan gurgled in response, "Yes you did!" She then looked up to see Robin grinning, "What?"

"It's just amazing to see you already so adjusted to being a mother."

"You really think so?" Lucina asked as she wiped some drool from Morgan's chin.

"Yes," Robin chuckled as she proved his point unawares, "You're already a natural. And I can tell that she already adores you."

"Well, she seems to have taken quite well to you."

"True," Robin smiled proudly, "But you're her mother. Don't take this the wrong way, I love seeing you so happy, and she really makes you happy."

"She does," Lucina smiled at her daughter. That mere idea filled her with such joy. She was a ray of sunshine in her life that she desperately needed, "I was so worried, and I still am, but I am very proud of her. It may sound silly as she has yet to really do anything, but I cannot help but feel my heart swell whenever I look at her."

"It's understandable. I feel the same way. It's hard not to be proud of our little princess. I just hope she grows up to be like her mother."

"But not without that genius intellect of her father. I can already see the spark of intelligence in her eyes. I predict she may give you a run for your money one day."

"I look forward to it."