Lucina was working hard on a new law. She had been busy continuing her father's reforms from before her ascension to the throne. It was hard work, but she hoped that it would make him proud as well as be a boon for her people.
"Mommy!" Lucina looked up from her paper to see Robin standing in the door. Soon, she saw a happy little girl waddle up to her with flowers in hand, "Wook!" She handed the still somewhat dirty flowers to her mother who cherished them like the finest gold.
"She found them while we were out, and she just had to pick some," Robin explained.
"Of course she did; they're lovely," Lucina cooed in motherly adoration. Morgan reached and Lucina obliged by lifting her up into her lap, "So how has your day been?"
"Fine," Robin took a seat as well, "Morgan actually seemed strangely interested during my paperwork."
"Are you going to be a tactician like daddy?" Lucina asked her nineteen-month-old daughter who smiled and laughed giddily.
"I certainly hope not," Robin replied solemnly, "I hope she never sees war."
"As do I, but having a tactician of your caliber can deter conflict altogether."
"You flatter me, but that wasn't what I wanted to talk about."
"Oh, and what would that be?"
"We've both been working hard since Morgan was born – you moreso – and I think we could use a break."
"What do you mean?" Lucina asked with a slight frown.
"I'm talking about a vacation," Robin answered. He knew this would not be an easy battle, but Lucina was working herself weary. He was determined to try.
"I don't know, Robin," Lucina readjusted Morgan who had reached for some important papers, "I am quite busy."
"I know. I checked. I also happen to know that you can have a clear schedule for two weeks next month."
"I suppose I could, but what of Morgan? I am not comfortable going on a long ride with her yet."
"No, she'd have to stay here."
"What? But what about being here for her?"
"It's two weeks, Lucina. Besides, we can leave her with friends."
Robin knew why she was really fighting him on this. Her mild fear of traveling had turned into an outright phobia since Morgan's birth. He could understand why. The last thing she wanted was to leave her own daughter in the same manner in which she had been left alone, but at the same time, she needed a break.
"Lucina, I promise you, we will take the safest possible route. Nothing will happen."
"Where did you have in mind?" Lucina asked after several moments, not agreeing, but not turning him down either.
"I've done some looking and found a nice little resort down at the coast. It's quiet, secluded, and private. We'd get our own little cabin on our own little stretch of beach. And best of all, I got a deal."
"That…does sound nice, but I don't know." Her defenses were cracking.
"Come on, Lucina. You need to get out a little. I promise you that we will be as safe as humanly possible. Guards on the way, around the resort, and the safest, most mundane roads I could find. Yes, I planned our route myself."
"Well…I suppose we could. If you've gone through all this trouble."
"Wonderful!" He stood up suddenly causing Morgan to giggle, "I'll make the preparations."
He walked off seemingly forgetting Morgan in Lucina's lap. "I hope I'm making the right decision," Lucina turned to the toddler, "What do you think?" Morgan happily clapped her hands in response earning a smile from her mother, "Well then, perhaps it will be okay."
When the time came the next month, Lucina had yet to back out despite how nervous she was as their carriage was being packed. She had also barely put Morgan down all morning.
"Well," Robin approached, "The carriage is ready."
"Oh," Lucina looked away from Morgan only to look back quickly, "I guess it's time to go then."
Robin stepped up next to her, "She'll be fine."
"I know, I know," Lucina tried to convince herself before handing her off. Fortunately, Morgan rather liked Frederick and Cherche. Robin was hesitant to accept their offer to look after Morgan at first given that they have their own young one to look after, but Cherche had brushed his concerns aside and had insisted that they could always use a playmate.
Lucina eventually did hand her over, albeit rather begrudgingly. Once inside the carriage, Lucina kept looking back through the window as Cherche waved Morgan's arm for her. Robin thought she was about to order the driver to turn around, but she did not.
"She'll be fine," Robin reassured again, "There are few places safer than under Frederick's care, and Cherche is great with kids."
"You're right," The admission seemed to curb her anxiety if just a little.
"Don't worry. We'll get to the beach, and then you can just let your anxiety melt away."
"I suppose," She leaned into him, "Wake me when we get there."
"Anything you require, milady."
Despite her anxiety, she smiled as she leaned further into her favorite pillow. It was almost funny in a way. The main reason she agreed to this trip was not for her sake, but rather Robin's. He may have claimed she was working more – and maybe she was – but he was still working himself to the bone as well. Ironic how they cared so much for each other's health despite being so neglectful of their own.
Perhaps that was just another way they complimented each other. Lucina happily considered this thought as she drifted off.
A/N: No, nothing terrible is going to happen while they're gone.
Also, to clarify from my most recent one shot, yes, the implication was that Tiki was her mother.