Chapter 3: Sewing and Bear Meat

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I do not own Fire Emblem: Awakening and the storyline or characters.

*Flies into the sun* What?! Two updates from me?! Yes, I wanted to finish the two requests that I got and I didn't want to finish one without the other.

This request is dedicated to the Guest who requested this! Thank you for your patience! ;)

Frederick teaches Morgan how to sew and Robin tells Morgan the story of how she finally got his father to eat bear meat.

It was a peaceful and quiet fall night in the Kingdom of Ylisstol. Ever since Robin was found in the open field by Chrom and Lissa again after she sacrificed herself to Grima, Frederick and Morgan made sure to spend enormous amounts of family time with her as possible. With Robin's homecoming, their family was happy and complete.

Most of their family time was spent in two places: The dining area, where dinner was a vocal and joyous occasion; and the training grounds, where the family can sharpen their skills.

For Morgan, the dining area was where his favorite memories of his family took place.

"What's for dinner mother? I'm so hungry, I can eat a bear!" Morgan exclaimed happily.

Robin giggled and replied, "Well, today's your lucky day kiddo, because we ARE having bear for dinner!"

As his mother placed their food at the table, the young boy noticed at the corner of his eyes that his father visibly stiffened and paled at the sight of their dinner.

"Smirking Robin slyly asked, "What's wrong Freddy Bear? I thought you were over your aversion to bear meat."

Morgan looked to his father quizzically. There was something his brave, stoic, and proud father was afraid of?

Straightening his posture up importantly, Frederick replied defensively, "Of course not love, it's just that you gave me a…extra large portion of bear than normal. In addition, the outside of the meat looks burnt to a crisp and inedible...it looks like more of a rock than food."

Morgan's mouth dropped open in utter consternation. There are many rules in the house, and a huge one is that you don't ever, EVER insult his mother's cooking. His mother was still learning how to cook, and it turns out she was very sensitive to criticism on her cooking. As Morgan moved his gaze over to her, he couldn't help but started snickering to himself.

By the gods, his mother was LIVID. Upon hearing her husband's words her face went completely red and the smile disappeared quickly from her face. What replaced it was twitching eyebrows and a fake sweet smile that she reserved only for those who are about to be on the receiving end of her wrath.

His poor father won't even stand a chance.

"….Is there something wrong with my cooking Freddy Bear? If you don't like it, I'm pretty sure that we have something else in the fridge to cook. The other day, Morgan and I went hunting and got other animals that have even gamier meat than bear. I'm sure you would LOVE that, yes?"

Morgan bursted out laughing as he closely watched the interactions of his mother and father. Oh, this was going to be good.

Meanwhile, Frederick's eyes widened in horror as he realized his mistake too late.

His wife's voice then took on a sarcastic tone, "Or even better yet, I heard that the meat festival is in town again dear! If we go right now, it could be like the first time we tried to get you to get over your phobia! Imagine the different types of jerky, mutton, and venison there are! I even heard that the specialty this year is pickled fried bear tongue!"

Morgan's howls of laughter became even harder the more Robin talked. Frederick's reaction to his wife's words was instant: His face became paler and even started to nervously sweat with every word that left his wife's mouth.

The knight even started choking just at the mere thought of the different types of meats and the gaminess they held.

Robin's eyes narrowed and her voice then took on a dangerous tone.

"Remember what you said before Freddy Bear? You can no longer afford to be picky. Otherwise you might as well die here- you won't last on the battlefield." Of course this time, Robin meant it in a culinary sense.

Sweating profusely, Frederick shakily stood up, excused himself from the dinner table, picked up his food and nervously stated, "You know what dear? I remembered I had some knightly duties to finish. I have to fill out some paperwork for Milord. I will finish dinner in my study." And with that, the knight swiftly stalked out of the room, with dinner in hand.

Clicking her tongue, Robin irritably muttered, "Humph! Knightly duties indeed! I thought he was over his bear meat aversion! And to think he proposed to me after all the trials we went through just to get him to keep down bear meat!"

Meanwhile, Morgan's howls of laughter subsided as he wiped the tears flowing from his eyes. "So that's how father finally got over his phobia and fell in love with you? That's the craziest story I've ever heard!"

"..Yes, well it might not sound very romantic, but to your father, it meant the world to him to have one of his greatest weaknesses conquered. In addition, I was already in love with him by the time he helped me out with his Fanatical Fitness Hour Sessions." His mother sighed and began to finish her dinner.

"Eat your bear Morgan."

Smiling to himself, Morgan ate all of his dinner obediently. He would have never thought that his father proposed to his mother over the subject of bear meat.

Later into the night, Morgan snuck into his father's study. It was way past his bedtime and his mother had gone to sleep a couple hours ago. The boy wanted to see if his father was still working on paperwork.

To his surprise, his father, for once, was not diligently working on paper work for Chrom, but was instead….sewing a sweater?

"…Father, what are you doing? I didn't know you can sew!"

Flinching and turning around swiftly, the knight stuttered, "M-Morgan! Wha-what are you doing up this late? It's half past two in the morning!"

Raising an eyebrow, Morgan pointedly looked at the half sewn sweater in the knight's hands and waited patiently for an explanation.

With a tired sigh, Frederick visibly slumped down in his chair and answered, "...It's a "forgive me" present for your mother. It's been so long that I ate bear meat that I felt even uncomfortable just staring at it. I didn't mean what I said about her cooking though."

Morgan's eyes lit up and a bright smile grew on his face as an idea came to him. "May I help you in sewing the sweater father? It would be quicker if you taught me and then you can go to sleep earlier! Teamwork is best after all, and you still have to fill out your paperwork!"

Eyeing the clock on his desk, the knight gave a stoic nod and beckoned his son over.

"Now son, take this needle and thread and put it through the hole on the needle. Tie the ends of the string together and make a knot at the end. Now weave the needle and thread in and out through fabric like this and…."

Early the next morning, a half awake Robin groggily trudged into the kitchen, only to find a neatly wrapped present and a folded note that had the words "I'm sorry, I love you, forgive me?" on the front in neat, cursive handwriting. Upon further inspection, she could definitely tell that it was Frederick's penmanship.

With curiosity getting the better of her, Robin opened her present. She blinked and stared incredulously at the gift that lay before her eyes.

It was a homemade, hand sewn sweater that was just perfect for her size. It was the same shade of purple as her tactician coat, and it had nice golden curved thread outlining on the sleeves. On the left side of the sweater where her heart would be if she worn it, a cute, plushy looking bear face with button eyes was embroidered into the fabric. There were two pockets lined up symmetrically near the bottom of the sweater that had matched its style perfectly.

Her heart swelled with love and pride as a genuine smile grew on her face as she observed and inspected the simple but beautiful sweater. In one of the pockets, Robin saw another note- This time it had Morgan's penmanship.

"~Mother,

I know father insulted your cooking yesterday and he felt terribly bad about it. Last night I snuck into his study only to find him making this sweater for you. I wanted to help out in making this sweater too, so he taught me how to sew. I hope you find happiness with your gift and forgiveness in your heart!

~Morgan"

Laughing to herself, Robin happily hugged the sweater closely to her chest. Now fully awake, she began to make her way down to her own bedroom and Morgan's bedrooms- no doubt that the two most important people in her life were still asleep from working on their late night project.

As she got closer to the bedrooms, Robin smirked mischievously as a thought popped into her head.

To get back at her husband, they were still going to the meat festival later tonight.

- To the guest who asked for this request, THANK YOU. I hope you enjoyed it and thank you again for your patience!

I hope to write more in the future, however, I will ask those who leave for requests to please be patient with me for my finals are coming up in May. In addition, I will be taking summer school to catch up in order to graduate on time. -.-

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-K.A.