Chapter 8: Heartfelt Conversations

Rating: T for Language

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

Happy New Year everyone! I am back! I will continue to write more for this story! I know there are still three prompts waiting for me, so I ask to please be patient as I work on the others! I am still on winter break so I hope to upload the rest soon!

Our next request is by my sister, MajesticFlapFlap. She asked to continue the story from chapter 6. Twins Marc and female Morgan make an appearance yet again! This is also another late birthday present sis! ^.^

**Reminder from Chapter six- Marc remembers his mother and not his father. Morgan is the opposite- she remembers Frederick and not Robin. In addition, Robin is a few weeks pregnant with the twins of the present timeline.

A scenario with the twins from Chapter 6. Like them bonding with the opposite parent that each one has no memory of! They can be short and intercrossing stories.

"Morgan, can you tell me more about father? I have been hitting my head against the post all day but I cannot remember a thing. Do you remember anything about mother yet?"

"..Nope! I even hit my head all day yesterday on the post too but I gave up and used Laurent's books to play tome stackers! I could tell you more about father but it would take all night!"

Morgan and Marc were currently sitting together inside their shared tent. It was two hours past midnight but both twins were wide awake.

"How about we spend time with the other parent tomorrow? Like you can spend time with mother and me with father?"

"That's a great idea Marc! Hope they don't mind the change in plans! I was supposed to help father with chores early tomorrow-you can do that instead. I will go help mother tomorrow with training and tactics or whatever!"

"Great idea Morgan! Tomorrow mother was planning to play chess with me around late morning in the tent after breakfast. …Wait what time does father get up to do chores?"

"Before sunrise. You can find in him the armory inspecting everyone's weapons and armor to be prepared for battle. He then makes the fire, prepares tea for everyone, and then gets prepared for war meetings, if any. "

"…"

"..Marc?"

"Goodnight Morgan!"

"..Pfft! Good Night you dork!"

"Marc? What are you doing up this early? You are usually sleeping until the same time as your mother! Most of the time your sister is up and awake by now."

Frederick the Wary was surprised to see his son up around this time early morning. From what he had observed, it seemed that Marc inherited the habit of sleeping in like his mother. Robin was never a morning person, for she studied tactics late into the night. On the other hand, Morgan always seemed to wake up bright and early like Frederick does regardless of what time she went to bed.

"Morgan and I decided to switch places for a while! ..I-I wanted to get my memories of you back and to do so I wanted to spend time with you! Is there anything I can do to help?"

Frederick chuckled quietly to himself. So this what the twins were planning?

"That's fine son. However, I hope you can keep up with chores today. There is a lot that has to be done before everyone awakens!"

"Yes sir!"

It has been two hours since the start of their chores. As promised, Marc diligently worked alongside Frederick until everything was finished. Surprisingly, Frederick and Marc finished early, so both were now currently sitting by the fireside and eating breakfast. (Which happened to be two boiled eggs.)

"…Father, may I ask you something personal?"

Frederick raised an eyebrow while his eyes shifted toward his son.

"I don't see why not?"

"…Mother told me how you both first met. Why did you not trust her the first time you saw her?"

At the mention of this, Frederick's shoulders stiffened.

Marc had noticed this and patiently waited for his father to speak.

"Well, I'm sure you have heard my nickname from milord: "Frederick the Wary". As a loyal knight to the Yllisean army and bodyguard to the royal family, a knight with my caliber could not trust everyone right away due to my station. During that time we were still having altercations with Plegia. When I saw your mother lying in the grass, I could not help but notice that her coat was of Plegian design. To further heighten my suspicion, she had the mark of Grima on her hand and she claimed to have amnesia but remembered milord's name for some reason. I followed Robin everywhere she went since then just to make sure that she did not meant any harm."

At this Marc exclaimed, "But she proved you wrong did she?! Not only did mother was placed as a tactician in the Shepherds, she slowly gained the trust of those around her and most importantly, you. Even when mother found out that she was Grima's vessel, you still stayed by her side! …Did you trust her even during that time?"

At the question of this, Frederick relaxed and smiled softly.

"Of course I did, by the time we found out about Robin's origins I had already fallen in love with her. It does not matter whose daughter she is- she is her own person. Although I had taken my knightly vows to protect the Yllisean royal family, I had also taken my marriage vows to your mother as well. I promised her that I would protect her as her knight and husband until then end of our days. I meant every word as well. In fact, Robin taught me that family was one of the most important things you must treasure in life. Before I met your mother, I was an obsessed workaholic who found mirth in protecting those who need assistance and training the army. I even did not know how to relax- I never took days off even when I was struck with illness! She would always joke that I would get gray hairs before I turned thirty eight. I trust and love Robin with my whole being and that would not change."

During his Frederick's explanation, Marc slowly relaxed and smiled. It must have been contagious, for his father mirrored his expression.

"..Even if mother told you that for the rest of your life you can only eat bear meat?" Marc teased.

"…Y-yes that too…with enough bribery."

Marc chuckled wholeheartedly at his father's answer. Frederick smiled in satisfaction- he was glad that he put his son's troubled thoughts to rest. As Frederick finished his breakfast, Marc had one more question to ask his father.

"I saw that you wear a full suit under your armor father. There's rumors going around the camp- is it true that you are a professionally trained steward?"

"…Finish your egg Marc."

Later on, during a certain tactician's war tent late morning…

"Morning mother! You are really used to waking up late huh? It is already eleven thirty!"

"..Morgan? Yes, I just woke up! Where's Marc? Did you already do chores with your father early this morning?"

"Long story short, we switched places so we can remember the parent we forgot and to spend more time with them. Marc already spent time with father early this morning, so it's my turn with you! You need to get up right now! I will get the chess set!"

Robin softly giggled and watched her daughter fondly. Naga, her daughter could not be still for a minute! Morgan seemed to inherit Frederick's desire to do things as soon as possible and to not relax!

Lost in thought, Robin did not realize that the chess set was put in front of her all set to start.

"Mother! Did you hear me? You should go first! The first turn for you would make it far more clearly for me to see your strategy!"

"Not pulling any punches, are you Morgan?"

"Ha-ha nope! Victory will be mine!"

A few turns later, all playful banter was cut short when Morgan began to ask questions.

"Hey mom?"

"Hmm?"

"When the twins of this timeline are born, Marc and I will be leaving."

"….What?"

Time seemed to suddenly stop at Morgan's remark. Robin's eyes shot up from the chessboard to her daughter's. Did she heard her right? Her babies were leaving? Did they not feel welcome?

"Morgan, what makes you think that you two are not welcomed? You belong here! We just found you and your brother not even a month ago and you want to leave? Where would you go?"

Morgan lowered her eyes meekly back to the chessboard. She knew her mother would be hard to approve their decision.

"..Well, with the twins of this time being born, you and father would need your own space. The cabin at home isn't big enough for all six of us! Even Marc and I are sleeping in the only guest room in the house. I overheard you and father talking about changing it into a nursery once they are born. So I feel like we need to move out! Marc and I can take care of ourselves; honestly we had been traveling to find your company for a while before we ran into you by chance. We have enough money to buy necessities. We were saving to buy a small house or something like that nearby."

Robin peered in disbelief at her daughter. The tactician could not believe what she was hearing. The tactician rubbed her temple tiredly and replied, "Honey, housing in Ylisse costs way more here than in Regna Ferox, Plegia, and Valm. I saw how much both of you saved yesterday when Marc showed me and to be honest it would not be enough to buy a small town house here."

"How did father manage to get the nice cabin we live in?"

"It was given to him from Chrom in thanks for his services."

Morgan slumped unceremoniously in her chair at this information. Her head bent down to an angle where Robin could not see her eyes. Sighing lightly, Robin observed as her daughter began to ponder deep in thought.

"…Marc and I can go traveling again! We can see places and become mercenaries! We can even-"

"Morgan, that's enough! If this is about space then we can manage- yes, Frederick and I were talking about changing the guest room into a nursery, but did you overhear the rest of our conversation? We discussed some more and we both agreed on buying a new house. It is so you and Marc can live with us. It would not be any trouble and we had planned this long before we found the two of you anyway. In addition, we just found our babies; why would we ask you to move out? We would love to get to know you more and I bet the little ones in growing in my belly would love to know their big brother and sister."

Morgan's eyes began to water towards the end of her mother's explanation. With her bottom lip quivering she said in a shaky voice, "...So Marc and I get to stay?"

"Of course dear, for however as long as you like!"

Robin grinned and waited patiently as her daughter rubbed her eyes quietly with her sleeve. When Morgan finally moved her head up again, Robin was delighted to see Morgan's eyes full of jubilance and mischief.

"Alright, alright! We will stay! Honestly we never wanted to leave in the first place. However, we will go with one condition."

Robin arched her eyebrows and watched her daughter quizzically.

"And what would that be?"

"Marc and I will get our own rooms. Seriously mother, do you know how loud he snores?! A woman needs her beauty sleep too you know!"

Snickering, Robin guffawed loudly at her daughter's reasoning.

"It's a deal Morgan. Both of you get your own rooms."