Day 6, New Parenthood


With the snow gently falling from the sky, Robin sat at his desk, as Lucina was leaning over one of the cribs in their room.

She seemed to have a sort of fascination with her twins, as if she herself couldn't believe that she gave life to two individuals.

"Are you still fascinated?" Robin asked, getting up from his desk and walking up behind her.

Simply nodding her head, she shifted between the two cribs, as they were both asleep.

"Hard to believe they entered the world nearly a week ago," he agreed, leaning over her shoulder to peek in, a small smile running across his face.

They were currently on looking down at their little girl, Erika, as her light blue hair contrasted brightly to the white pillow she was resting on.

"Are we going to be okay?" Lucina suddenly asked, turning her head to face Robin.

"Okay?" Robin asked, confused with what she was asking.

"Well, it's just that, I never had a normal childhood, and you… um."

"Was abused, tortured and created to be the vessel of a giant dragon of doom," Robin finished her thought, seemingly taking no heed to what she was implying.

"Yes that, but are we cut out for this? We've spent all our lives fighting, can we change to raise children?"

Sighing, Robin leaned down further on Lucina, seemingly not trying to support himself.

"You managed to change from being a sweet little girl to being a warrior. With enough dedication, I'm sure you can be a good mother," Robin mumbled, as he got the feeling that someone was going to bust in.

Opening the door gently as to not wake the babies or upset Robin, Morgan poked her head into the room, as she wanted to ask something.

"Gramps wants to talk to you about something, Father," she said in a gentle voice, well aware of how grumpy her father could get when the babies were sleeping.

Sighing, Robin got off of Lucina and wandered down the hall, wondering what mistake Chrom had made this time.

Walking her way into the room, Morgan stood next to her mother and looked down at Ephraim, whose hair hadn't grown out yet.

"Did father really need something?" Lucina asked, not looking away from the crib.

"Nope, it's just that I've only been mentioned once this whole time, so now I want to get in here," Morgan responded.

"Okay?" Lucina responded, not knowing exactly what Morgan was saying.

There was a brief silence between the two, before it was broken with, "Hey mother?" seemingly wondering if it was okay to ask.

"Yes dear?"

"It may be too soon to ask, but what did you feel after giving birth?" Morgan asked, a look of curiosity on her face.

"What?"

"I mean, everyone says the same thing of how it hurts while you're doing it but the feeling afterwards is always amazing, but now that it's been a week, what do you feel?"

Lucina was quiet for a moment, wondering how she would be able to respond to that.

Pondering over it for a few minutes, she cracked a grin, asking "physically or mentally?"

Realizing that she had asked such a broad question in that regard, Morgan quickly responded with, "Mentally."

"Well, all I can say is that I feel hopeful and worried," Lucina replied, switching places with her eldest daughter.

"Why's that?" Morgan asked, wondering what could make a response like that from her mother.

"I feel hopeful in the fact that you, your father, and the rest of our family is going to be here to support us, and that we have something to look forward to in the future.

But I'm worried that we don't know what we're doing, and it would hurt the two of them in the long run, when we can't help them anymore, or if their afraid of monsters under the bed and we can't comfort them."

"In Chron'sin, it's apparently common for parents to sleep with their children in the room till early childhood, which apparently removes that fear and increases their emotional connection to their parents," Morgan responded after a moment, her trivia based brain showing off some knowledge.

Looking hopeful at the thought, Lucina told Morgan to stay in the room, and ran off somewhere.

If Morgan were to guess, she would bet on the nursery, as her mother would try to move as much of the babies' sleeping gear as possible.

Stepping back and looking down at both of them, Morgan laughed a bit, smiling down at their sleeping figures.

"You two are so lucky, you have a father and mother who will do anything they can to make you happy. But don't count me out, cause I'm going to be the best big sister there will ever be."

If it was an accident or not, a snowball had hit the window of their room, and shook it loudly, waking both of the twins up.

Morgan could feel her father getting upset, and decided to stay in the room till Lucina rushed in, dropping everything she had in the hall, picking both of them up, and attempting to sooth them down from crying.

As for whoever threw the snowball, they would have to be pretty good friends if they were to walk away with a broken arm.


I apologize for the tardiness of this entry, but I lost power last night