I am really all over the place trying to write at the moment. So many ideas for things I haven't wrote and put on here yet... But I must put what I've already posted first!

"Grandfather Frederick~" Robin laughed, her voice taunting her husband as his head remained buried in his hands. She had been almost constantly teasing him about his panic over the idea of him ever becoming a grandfather ever since the idea had been brought up, even though that was a few days ago, and the group was slowly approaching a Feroxi port. "Oh, come on, Frederick… Lighten up, okay? Our actual son is only a few months old, and the Morgan with us is almost sixteen. It's going to be a long time before we even become grandparents..."

'Yes, but you don't know about what the future has in store, do you?' Was what he wanted to retaliate with, but instead, he could only sigh. If he dared tell her what Lucina had told him… It would make things much worse than they previously had been.

"Anyway… Chances are, we're more likely to end up with another child before Morgan even considers having one of his own – that is if he even considers it." Her voice had suddenly became bland and emotionless as she spoke then, before she gave Frederick a hug. "Not that I'm sure we'd be able to cope with another child, we've spent enough time away from our son as it is already… And if things continue to go as they are, there is no doubt that some other continent would try to pick a fight with Ylisse… Or..." She then gulped, before her arms started shaking. It was quite obvious that a thought which was capable of scaring her had some into her mind. "Or… The p- possibility that… that my father could e- end up doing something to m- mentally break me… I- Is still there..."

Hearing his wife trying to stop herself from crying at the thought of her father almost brought Frederick himself to tears. All that he could do was hold her close to him, and run his hand through her hair as a form of reassurance. It wasn't the first time that Validar had brought her to tears recently either – she would mention hearing his voice, then moments later she would come down with a migraine before sobbing until she ended up falling asleep. She had a point… He seemed to be chipping away at her mind ever since their previous visit to Plegia.

"If it ever gets too much..." Robin was shaking as she slowly pulled away from him. "As in… I start losing my mind, and start doing horrible things which are not like me at all… If I stop smiling and become nothing but a burden to everyone..." She then shakily pointed to the left side of her chest, right where her heart was. "Right here… Strike me here..."

"What?! No!" He grabbed hold of her hands as he shook his head as much as he could. "I would never, ever stab you, let alone consider hurting you. Something like that isn't worth dying for-"

"Frederick… You don't understand…" Robin pulled her coat tightly around herself then, before holding her marked hand out. "Over the past two years… Whilst in Ylisse, and in Valm… I've been researching this mark… I thought at first it was just a Plegian bloodline, and that's as far as you know also… But the more I've looked, the less I've thought just that…" Following a deep breath, her eyes closed. "It's not just any Plegian bloodline. We may be followers of the divine dragon… But this mark… Belongs to direct descendants of the fell dragon. I am related to Grima… And from what I've heard… Those who possess the brand… They have to potential to be a vessel. Both me and Morgan have the brand… And Validar… He's the leader of the Grimleal. For all I know, he could be trying to break me so that I become Grima!" By the time that she had finished speaking, she was close to hyperventilating, and tears were continuing to stream down her face. "I can't risk that… So please, promise me that you will kill me if that happens!"

All that Frederick could do was pull her close to his body, before standing up as he mouthed 'no' out of her line of sight once he had released his grasp of her. Never would he kill her, whether she was herself or not. He would never be able to bring himself around into doing something as despicable as that. On top of that, he would hate having to explain to Morgan as he grew up that he didn't have a mother because she asked for him to kill her… That would probably kill him too.

"Come on, Robin. Perhaps you could do with a short break outside..."

As he began to walk out, he then glanced at the marking on her hand. Grima… And then Lucina's words began to ring through his head. 'My father is first to fall. That's actually the main reason why Grima was able to get so much power, because we needed him to carry out the Awakening ceremony… Then there's the part that you won't like… Robin is next to fall…'

Could that have meant that Robin's fears of becoming a vessel for Grima… Were right?

Did she, in Lucina's future… Become Grima?

And then the pieces of the puzzle began to fit together in his head...

It was the first day back at the Ylissean castle, and Robin was on her knees sobbing as she held her son in her arms. "Morgan… Oh gods, I am so sorry for being gone for so long… Mother's here now… So is father..." As she wept, she began to run her hand through the dark tufts of hair on the boy's head as he giggled, tugging at her own hair. "You're almost a year old now… My precious baby is growing up!"

Once she had finished hugging Morgan, he was yawning as he lay his head upon her leg. After stroking his cheek, she then looked up at Frederick with a smile. "Our son has done well… Hasn't he? I feel bad for not being there for him, but the castle staff really have helped him out… At least we haven't missed any major milestones in his life… I mean, I've heard that he can barely just stand up, and has just come out with typical baby gibberish alongside a few other sounds up until this point..." After that, she smiled at Morgan as he sat on the floor, looking around curiously, before pointing at Frederick to try and get Morgan to look at him.

It took more than a few minutes to get him to finally look at his father, and even then, he looked on with nothing but confusion. "Look, Morgan… Father!" Following that, she sighed at the hopeless look on her husband's face, and pulled him down to his knees also. "It's your mother and father!"

"F… Fa?… Fa… er?..."

Hearing the child's muttering brought surprise to the faces of both parents. "R- Robin, did he…"

"I think that he did… He tried to say 'father'..." Robin could only smile as she noticed Frederick's face fill up with a pride which she hadn't seen ever since she had first told him that she was carrying his child just over a year and a half ago. "Perhaps the castle staff spoke about us to him… They know you better, so they probably spoke of you more… It might have got him more familiar with the word 'father' than 'mother'…"

Frederick then put on a confident face, and held his son in a similar fashion as his wife was before. "You're so smart, Morgan… Just like your mother…" With that, Robin felt her face grow red due to the smile which he had ended up giving her. "You smile just like her too. That's wonderful..."

They remained there for a few more minutes, until Frederick felt Robin rest her head upon his arm. She had fell asleep. All of the fighting and movement was starting to catch up with her… Carefully, after sitting Morgan down in his lap, Frederick sighed as he pushed some of Robin's hair out of her face as he moved her head off his arm.

"Need a bit of help there?..." The silent moment was cut off by the older Morgan appearing in the doorway, and looking at the three with a sullen look in his eyes. Frederick could only pin that upon the presence of his younger self in his arms. "I… Could help you take mother to lie down in bed, if you wanted..."

He was appreciative of the offer for assistance, but he was rather reluctant to allow Morgan to help move Robin, as the teenager was not as capable with carrying weight as his fellow future comrades were. "Perhaps… You could hold onto this little one for a moment."

"N- No! What if me holding onto him ended up causing some sort of space-time distortion?! A- And make the timeline collapse in on itself and then everything ends here and now?! I- I'm not taking that risk!"

"Morgan… Lucina has come into contact with her child-self, and I am very sure that no such disaster happened then. Just hold onto him for a moment whilst I get your mother up onto my back."

"I said that I could help move mother though! Father, you can't keep assuming that I am weak, okay?! Yes, Owain, Inigo, Lucina, Cynthia and all of the others are stronger than me, but I'm strong too!"

Perhaps… Morgan's awkwardness wasn't just because of his younger self… In a way, that hurt Frederick. But he also knew that Morgan was wrong. He wasn't strong. He had inherited so much from his mother, and it was evident. Stubbornness and proficiency in magic being the two most prominent things. It had become more obvious over the past few days than ever, with all of the members of the Shepherds having to move all of their belongings back to Ylisse.

With a quiet growl, Frederick pulled Robin's arms over his shoulders and pulled her up onto his back, before using his free arm to pick up the child present. Before he could say anything after that though, the older Morgan had disappeared from the doorway.

"Gods, that boy..."

So soon, and the Shepherds were likely to return to Plegia if a few of their concerns were correct. Aware that the threat of Grima was looming, and that they were the only ones who could do anything to stop that becoming definite, the Shepherds were once again having to prepare to fight.

Robin was sat silently in the barracks, having already sorted her belongings out many hours earlier. Everyone else was still preparing, barring Frederick, who wasn't even in Ylisse at present due to one of her plans which were currently in action. She felt lonely without him, but she knew that no matter what, they would be back at each other's side again at some point. Because of that knowledge, she kept reciting what he had said to her just before he had left.

"Distance shall never effect how much we love one another, for we shall always be together in our hearts and our minds… Ha, I never thought that Frederick could come out with something like that..." She could only smile as she thought about that, before hearing some footsteps nearby.

"I can see as to why Frederick is constantly hassling you into smiling, it really lights up a room, you know?"

"Chrom, I can't tell if that was just a complement between friends, or if that was you, the married exalt of Ylisse who happens to be a father to a child who is not even a single year old, trying to flirt with your tactician who is married to one of your best soldiers – your lieutenant – and also has a child with him!"

"Are you really that desperate, Robin?" She knew that he meant desperate for some sort of affection, as she had really grew used to having Frederick going on about how much he loved her over the past few years... But she wondered what her best friend's reaction would be if she took his words out of context.

"Gods, no! As if I would be desperate for you." Chrom sat down as Robin leaned back, closed her eyes, and rested her hands behind her head as she then smirked. "If I were honestly that desperate, I'd track down Frederick and go to him." Following that, she opened one of her eyes and watched as Chrom winced at what she had said. He knew exactly what the tactician meant by that, with how she was twisting all of his words about.

The pair remained silent for a while, with them both focussing their thoughts upon the imminent future. It was Chrom who broke the silence. "Whereabouts should Frederick be, exactly?" It was true that the exalt was unaware of whereabouts the knight was, as Robin had been extremely vague when explaining the plan to him a few days before, just as he was leaving. He was hoping that Robin would at least have a slightly less vague clue on as to where her husband was.

Robin had to think for a moment, and it took her leaning forward and tapping her fingers upon the table between her and Chrom to come up with her thoughts. "I think somewhere in Plegia… It's the only place in which we haven't retrieved a gemstone for the Fire Emblem from, so it's the most likely place. I mean, you already had Argent, Basilio's unfortunate sacrifice managed to get Gules to us, Tiki had Azure in Valm, and Chon'sin had possession of Vert until Walhart came along..." She then paused for a moment, before realising just how dangerous having her husband alone in the same country ruled by her almost psychotic father was. "S- Sable has to be in Plegia, it's the only lead we have."

Chrom could sense the unease in her voice, and gulped once he noticed her start to cry. He wasn't sure as to why, but the best that he could do was provide her with some moral support. "Now, don't look so glum… We're doing everything that we can to guarantee our future, and our children's futures." Seeing that she was now casting a slightly sorry glance towards him, he felt as though he had to continue. "We promised, back when we first met, that as long as we remained friends, work together and fight together, we would make up the parts of a greater whole, right?"

Robin could only force on a smile then, and forced herself into speaking. "Yes… You're right… For ourselves and our children..." After a brief moment tearing up, Robin closed her eyes and began to chuckle quietly. "For my son… For the hopes that I can be around when he finally brings himself around to saying 'mother' alongside 'father'..."

Morgan was sat outside in the grass, looking up into the sky as his eyes welled up in tears. Ever since his little argument with Frederick… He had felt almost… lost. He felt as though he had no family again, as when he awoke in that Feroxi field… It had reminded him of how unsure the fate of his actual parents was, with it being unknown of where and when his parents were within the many possible timelines in existence.

What he wanted to do more than anything though – especially much more than sitting around moping - was to apologise for getting so frustrated with his father simply because he felt awkward around his young self.

He remained sat still for a while, ignoring any attempts by anyone to get his attention, including the calls from Robin to try and eat and have a drink at some point that day. Though he was aware hat his mother was simply just looking out for him, he couldn't help but ignore her.

As the sun beat down on his face, Morgan eventually had to pull his coat off in order to cool down for a moment. For spring in Ylisse, it was unbearably hot, possibly even hotter than Plegia in comparison! It was making him feel… Ever so weary. Weary to the point that he almost ended up falling asleep on the ground.

He was very slowly brought out of his dazed state through hearing a familiar deep voice, which to some would be scary, but to him was rather soothing. "Sleeping in odd places really does run through your mother's side of the family… Perhaps it would be best if I took you to lie down in a bed..." A hand was placed upon his shoulder after that, and the warmth which radiated from it… That was familiar too. As in… he felt as though he must have felt this at least once before, possibly before he obtained his amnesia...

"Hmm?..." Morgan rubbed his eyes, before blinking for a moment to clear up his vision. It was… Frederick. Seeing him was enough to surprise him, before putting on a very faint grin. "You're back, father..." Once he had spoke, the boy was quick to throw himself at his father and laugh for a moment.

It was more than just relief that Morgan was feeling after that, as it had put all of his previous fears that Frederick was harbouring dislike towards him to the back of his head. If Frederick did have any sort of negative emotions towards him, then he obviously wouldn't have started to speak to him just then. Forget that, Frederick probably would have outright stated to everyone on numerous occasions if that were the case...

"Yes, I have returned... And I must say, you really do take after Robin, even if you say that you don't. Smile and everything… Now come on, sleeping is for in bed, not out in the grass on a sunny day such as this."

Morgan was quick to shake his head, and fell back into the grass once his grasp of Frederick was released. "No… I want to sleep out here…" After a short moment of silence, he spoke again. "Have you ever slept in the grass before, father?…"

"I… I would not say that I have-"

"Then you should try it… Oh! I know! You should let mother and Chrom know that you've returned, and then we can spend time together… Maybe doing something other than speaking or training together could prompt a memory of you to show up… Please?..."

The pleading look on Morgan's face… Again, it was so like Robin's. And he couldn't resist Robin's begging when she had that face on…

"Ah… Only for a few minutes then, okay?"

"... Thank you, father... I love you..."