Robin slid into Lon'qu's dark tent silently, smiling as she found him sleeping again. He was mostly keeping watch over the camp at night since they were set up in dangerous parts and Chrom felt uneasy without a constant guard duty system going on. He mainly slept during the day and worked at night. Even though it was easily eighty degrees on a cold day, Lon'qu still wore his heavy, furred uniform from Ferox. Robin supposed it made him fell like he kept a little piece of his home with him.
For sleeping, however, he shed off the uniform and slept in his smallclothes like everyone else in camp. She shrugged off her cloak and threw it in a corner, climbing into bed next to him. His broad back faced her and she pressed her lips against his shoulder until he rolled over and wrapped his arms around her, not even bothering to open his eyes. She hitched her leg over his hip, snuggling into his chest until she was comfortable.
Now she was in the perfect position to break the happy news to him.
"I just talked to Panne," Robin whispered, her ear pressed against his chest, listening to his slow heartbeat. He nodded, yawning loudly and finally opening his eyes that blended in with the darkness of the tent.
"She told me something interesting," she went on, suddenly becoming flustered. What if she'd miscalculated and he didn't want the baby? He'd told her he wanted kids, but they'd both assumed that those would be conceived sometime after their wedding. Lon'qu wasn't exactly traditional and neither was she, but now that she had to tell him she was afraid that he'd be upset.
"What's it?" He mumbled, still half-asleep.
Instead of answering, she twisted out of his arms, ignoring his grunt of protest. She lifted up her shirt a bit and grabbed his hand, pressing it against her stomach. His hand was so large it covered nearly every part of her pale skin. She held her breath as he looked at her in confusion, probably wondering if this was a weird way of coming on to him or something.
It finally clicked in his brain after a few seconds and he sat up, taking his hand away from her as if she'd caught fire. Robin released the breath in a huff, sitting up as well and shoving her shirt back into place. She wanted to cry. This wasn't the reaction she'd been hoping for.
"I'm sorry," he groaned, covering his eyes with his hand. "I didn't think-"
"Stop," Robin begged, tugging his hand away from his face. "I'm happy, Lon'qu. We already love Morgan so much; the sooner he gets here, the better, right?"
He gave her a sour look at this logic. "That's not what I'm worried about," he muttered, his face turning a bit pink. "I don't want anyone to give you a hard time…"
Robin furrowed her white eyebrows. "No one has to know. We're… ah, only a month too soon. If I have Morgan a month or two early no one will be able to tell. I didn't think we should announce it until a month after the wedding or so…"
Lon'qu nodded slowly, pressing his hand against her stomach again. "How did Panne know you're…?"
Robin shrugged. "She said she could smell it."
"Weird," was his reply.
Lon'qu was paying full attention to her abdominals now, like maybe she was already showing after only a month. He touched her as if she were delicate glass; as if she might break if he applied too much pressure. Slowly his crooked smile appeared.
"We're going to have a baby," he whispered, the reaction she'd been waiting for finally apparent in his happy tone.
"Morgan," she said, leaning forward to kiss him.
They'd decided to tell Morgan together. Lon'qu really had no idea how his son would react to them telling them about, well, his own existence. But he suspected they'd have to really stress the fact that they wanted this to be a secret. Morgan probably had a bit too much enthusiasm and honesty for secret keeping. He also had a sinking feeling that Morgan might be upset for whatever reason, though that didn't make much sense.
They walked to their son's tent hand in hand, Robin seemingly completely at ease. He couldn't help but look at her differently. She was probably only a little over a month pregnant, but she seemed so much more vulnerable to him now. Already he was paranoid over her well-being; he was definitely going to be the soft of husband that did anything and everything to make sure she was as comfortable as possible while carrying their child.
That should be the only way a man behaves towards the mother of his child, in his opinion. He already felt guilty about the amount of pain she was going to have to suffer to bring his son into the world; the least he could do was look after her during the months leading up to that pain.
Morgan met them on the way to him, walking up happily to his mother and hugging her tightly.
Lon'qu ruffled his son's dark hair, looking at Robin uncertainly. She smiled at him and turned toward Morgan with a deep breath. "Morgan, dear, we have some happy news," she began.
Morgan bounced in place, his energy contagious. Robin bit her lip and smiled again, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Your father and I are going to, um, have you."
Lon'qu chuckled at Morgan's confused expression. "Have me?" His son asked, looking between his father and mother slowly. "What does that mean?"
Lon'qu stepped forward, clearing his throat. "Your mother is going to have a baby," he said as casually as he could manage, wincing as understand came into his son's expression.
"But you're not married yet," Morgan said innocently, his brown eyes widening. Robin and Lon'qu both immediately turned red, looking at each other half-amused, half-embarrassed.
"We know that, sweetheart," Robin spoke up, patting her son's cheek gently.
Morgan shrugged and looked away, realizing the embarrassing topic he was opening up.
"You need to go see a healer," the boy thankfully changed the subject, looking around as if a stuff-wielder would appear out of thin air.
"No," Robin said urgently, shaking her head. "We want this to be a secret, Morgan. Please don't tell anyone, okay?"
Morgan furrowed his brow in the same way his mother did when she was confused. "But we need to make sure the baby is okay, right?"
Robin looked at Lon'qu and the swordsman shrugged. He had no idea about babies whatsoever.
"I'm sure the baby will be fine," Robin assured her son. "And even if I did go to a healer, it would only be told to everyone at camp within an hour. Maribelle and Lissa aren't known for keeping things to themselves…"
"Libra, then? He wouldn't tell," Morgan suggested in a helpful tone.
Lon'qu snorted at that. Sure, they could just walk right up to the monk and tell him that they were having a child out of wedlock, and could he please make sure the kid was alright in there?
Robin laughed. "I don't think so," she said through her laughter.
Morgan nodded in disappointment, and then suddenly brightened. "So, like… I'm at two places right now…" he said in wonder, looking at his mother's stomach intensely.
"I knew you would say that," Robin muttered.
Lon'qu squeezed her hand gently. His family was all together now; Morgan had taken this a lot better than he'd assumed. Everything was going to work out.