Maribelle tossed and turned in her sheets, vainly trying to chase sleep only for it to continuously elude her. After some time she finally sat up and gave an unladylike huff, staring down at the reason for why sleep had eluded her, the empty space right beside her where Robin belonged. Here it was, the middle of the night, and her husband wasn't beside her where he should be. Looking at the clock on the wall nearby, Maribelle rolled her eyes to see that she was indeed correct at the assumption of time. Lighting a candle, Maribelle began moving to where she knew she would find her wayward husband so she could give him a good scolding before bringing him back to bed.

Walking down the hall of the small mansion they lived in, a gift from Chrom after Robin had been granted nobility status with his Grandmaster appointment, Maribelle was unsurprised to discover a faint glow coming from behind a door. Feeling her brow furrow, Maribelle moved to the door and opened it, catching Robin red handed.

"And just WHAT are you doing?" She asked.

She saw Robin grimace from behind before he turned and gave that foolish smile of his. "M-Maribelle, I can explain..."

Maribelle rolled her eyes, suppressing a smirk as Robin sat there looking like a child caught reaching into a cookie jar. Behind him, proof of his deed, sat scattered pieces of a baby crib, the previous day's project still laying unfinished. Ever since Maribelle had become pregnant, Robin had tackled the affair as though it was a battle to be planned, baby proofing their entire mansion down to the smallest of details.

"Dear, I thought we had discussed this." Maribelle said, looking down at her husband. "Tomorrow Stahl and Frederick will come and help you in the construction of our child's crib."

"I know, I know." Robin said, rubbing the back of his neck as he stood up. "But there's just so much work to be done before the baby is born, and I couldn't really sleep so I figured I'd try to construct the crib myself."

"As much as I would enjoy purchasing a fourth crib to replace this one." Maribelle said with a smirk, walking up to caress Robin's cheek. "Why don't we just stick with our original plan? Besides, it hasn't even been three months darling. Plenty of time to construct a proper crib."

"I...I know." Robin sighed, moving a hand to rub Maribelle's stomach. "I...I'm just nervous."

Maribelle raised an eyebrow. "Nervous? You? Robin, I've seen you march into a battle with five to one odds against you without even a bead of sweat on your brow."

Robin chuckled. "Yes, but that was easy. I've been fighting battles since the day I woke up in that field. But being a parent? I don't even have memories of what my own were like."

Maribelle's eyes softened in concern. "Oh Robin..." She murmured.

Robin gave a sad smile. "Sorry, it doesn't matter. We-"

"No." Maribelle said, taking Robin's face and making him look her in her eyes.

"No?" Robin asked in confusion.

"No, it does matter." Maribelle said, placing her forehead to his. "I know that you still worry over your lost memories, and entering this period of your life without anything to draw from..I can't even imagine how it must feel."

"Maribelle..." Robin whispered.

"But you won't be alone." Maribelle said, caressing Robin's cheek again. "I'll be with you every step of the way. You may not remember your parents, but I remember mine. And let me tell you, you are every bit the Father my own is."

Robin's eyes widened. "You think so?"

Maribelle nodded. "I know so. You will do fine my love."

Robin smiled before placing a hand behind Maribelle's head, drawing their foreheads as close of comfortably possible. "Thank you Maribelle. I needed that."

Maribelle gave a contented sigh. "Please dear, be more open of such fears in the future. If you wallow in darkness, I will always be the light to guide you out."

Robin chuckled before giving Maribelle a kiss on her forehead. "Of course Maribelle. I promise."

Maribelle smiled before tugging on Robin's night shirt. "Good. Now, let us return to bed dear. I feel a late morning coming upon us both."

Robin smiled as he turned to blow out the candle he'd lit far earlier. "I feel the same."

"And Robin?" Maribelle said, drawing her husband's attention. "I'm sure, whoever or wherever he is, your own Father would be very proud of the man you are."

Robin blinked before smiling even wider, gently taking Maribelle in a hug as the two returned to bed.

...

So at first I thought of doing the traditional "working late into the night" thing, but as I began writing I instead had this idea of Robin working on a crib. That led to worries of being a good parent, which led to that little cheeky joke of Robin's Father...yeah...

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