A/N: How's it going everybody!

Fear

Summary: As Oboro is having one of her usual cravings, Corrins tells her something.

"Ack!" Oboro grunted in response to a hard and painful kick. "Take it easy sweetheart."

At six months pregnant, Oboro found it troublesome that she had to constantly shift position just to find that one comfortable spot for her to lay or sit without problems. Not always successful when she receives a barrage of kicks and punches from her yet to be born child.

Every time she would find herself victorious in finding the perfect position, her unborn daughter made it perfectly clear –with one swift kick- who was in charge.

Another jab, right to the ribs was enough for Oboro to yelp "Ouch!", and call for her husband. "Corrin! I think your daughter's getting hungry already." As if on cue, the half-dragon finally arrived, plate in hand.

"Here you go girls," Corrin chimed, handing the mess hall's creation to his eager wife. "Simmered beans and Cabbage rolls drizzled with…" Corrin hesitated, and tried his best not to gag. "Wild Berry Sauce…" Oboro snatched it from his hands, and began devouring it.

It took Corrin all his might to keep his dinner from making a second appearance as he watched Oboro smother one of the beans in the sauce. "So, which unfortunate soul had the honor of making this? Hinata? Rinkah? Or was it Charlotte?"

"Hayato actually," Corrin responded, with a little chuckle in the process.

"Even better."

"He was all like 'Oboro's having another one of her cravings huh? Not to worry! I can handle it!' Then, when I described the dish to him, he struggled to make it. He actually asked me for help after a while."

A slight chuckle

"Honestly, Hayato tries to act grown up, but he still shows some childish nature form time to time."

"You sure you don't want any?" Oboro offered, a piece of the ground meat was falling of her mouth.

"Naga, no." Corrin responded. "You're spending too much time with Hinata. He's becoming a bad influence."

"Fine then, more for us." Oboro quipped, patting her stomach in the process before stuffing another spoonful of the disgusting mix.

Two Minutes Past

"By the way," Corrin started. "I bumped into Jakob on my way back."

"Really now?" Oboro responded, adjusting herself slightly. "Did he say anything?"

"Yes. He asked me if I was afraid…"

"Afraid of what exactly?"

"Afraid of becoming a father," Corrin sighed, before beginning again. "He caught me off-guard to be honest. I haven't really been thinking about it much."

"Are you?" Oboro questioned, placing her plate on the table.

"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't." Corrin said, after hesitating for a while, needing the moment to gather all his thoughts. "I don't know anything. What if… what if I fail?"

Oboro simply smiled. "Don't worry Corrin. Every new parent is scared. Even I am. I'd be lying as well if I said I wasn't scared out of my wits."

She then made Corrin's face, face hers. "We're gonna make mistakes. Probably a lot, but she won't hold it against us… even if we do something stupid like say, putting her diaper on backwards."

"Thanks." Corrin then placed his hand on hers, squeezing it. "I'm just freaked out that we'll be responsible for this little creature that's going to depend on us for virtually everything. I might accidentally mess her up."

"We're not gonna. I bet she'll have you wrapped around those little fingers she'll have."

Corrin simply chuckled in response.

Oboro then turned her attention back to the plate. "You sure you don't want some?"

"Yes!"

A/N: And we're clear!

Note to self: Don't play "A Fleeting Dream" while typing these things.

For the diaper thing, yeah… I actually ACCIDENTALLY did that once when I babysat my niece. I didn't notice until my sister saw it herself. Let's just say that she hasn't let me forget it yet. Not even close.

Until next time, BYE!