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Have we done doting and overly protective Frederick with pregnant Robin?

(Can never have too many of those let's be honest! ;0)

It was pathetic hypocrisy. Corruption at the highest level. A spit in the face to all those suffering at the hands of a brutal villain. And it was time to take a stand.

“Hey, Captain Stick-in-the-Mud!! What’s the big idea, huh?!”

There were gasps across the small group of Shepherd’s training field. Gaius having risen from his 107th push-up and pointing an accusatory finger at the knight captain.

His intimidating glare sent chills down the spines of familiar Shepherds, but Gaius remained unfazed.

“Blatant disrespect in front of the new recruits, Gaius? I thought you were wiser than that.” He countered coolly, his face hardening as though he were preparing to teach Gaius the meaning of the word “respect”.

But the thief was unfazed. Instead, his accusatory digit swung from Frederick over to the edge of the courtyard, at a beautiful young woman reading quietly beneath the shade of a willow tree.

“I wanna know why you're showing preferential treatment to Robin– just because she’s your wife, she doesn’t have to train anymore?? Is that what’s going on?”

“I would ask you to lower your hand; it is rude to point at another man’s wife. Especially when she has done nothing to deserve such disrespect.” Frederick stated, a firm grasp on Gaius’ wrist as a clear warning.

Gaius clicked his tongue, tearing his arm away and instead nodding towards you.

“You gonna explain to me why she’s not doin’ anything over there? She looks healthy as ever– and last I checked, nobody got out of your training. Not even Big Blue.”

“Lord Chrom insists upon joining; I have no say in the matter. As for Robin’s absence, it is none of your concern why she has been temporarily suspended from training sessions. She will be rejoining us when she is able.”

“Is she not able?” Stahl piped up, concern raising his brow. “She’s not hurt, is she?”

“Who, Robin?” Vaike laughed, waving a dismissive hand. “You kiddin’? She’s never gotten hurt in her life!! Woman’s way too tough for that. Maybe she’s sick, instead. Is that it?”

“Please, married to that ox? She’s probably eating better than she ever has in her life.” Sully rolled her eyes. Curious murmurs swept through the Shepherds, and it seemed the shift in energy had been noticed by the ever-observant tactician.

Frederick rolled his shoulders back, returning to his position.

“Enough, soldiers!! If you have time for speculation, then get on your feet and take a lap around the perimeter!”

“Sir, yes sir.” Gaius sloppily saluted the captain, swinging his arm around before jerking his head back towards you once more. “But if you’re not gonna tell us what the deal is, I know she will! Bubbles would never keep anything from her best friends.”

“Keep on like that and you’ll be running an extra lap by yourself. I would be glad to tie sandbags to your ankles, as well.”

“All right, all right. Message received.” Gaius rolled his eyes before finally complying with Frederick’s orders, reluctantly jogging after the Shepherds who were already a fair distance ahead of him.

Frederick watched the troupe with displeasure; the time away from war had made them complacent. It would bode ill if Ylisse were to fall under siege, now. Especially if Gaius feels comfortable enough to run his mouth twice as often as usual.

“It wouldn’t hurt to tell them, you know.”

Frederick’s attention shifted when a slender hand looped around his bicep, and he found his wife was standing next to him.

“Not until we’re certain the two of you are safe. You know the rule; the first trimester must be kept between us. Even my mother doesn’t know, yet. It would be an ill omen to tell anyone else first.”

“You would even keep it from Chrom and Olivia? How shocking.”

“As deep as my loyalty runs to the royal family, I am afraid this is one of the few exceptions in which our family must take precedence.”

“I understand. Then shall we tell your mother in person, instead? A trip to the mountains would be nice this time of year.” You suggested, playfully leaning into his side.

“Surely you jest; the fall is terribly cold, and by the time we arrive it will be closer to winter. We ought to send a letter instead.”

“I will check with Miriel about the weather before we act rashly. I doubt your mother would be pleased if we told her about becoming a grandmother in a letter.”

“She would understand.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, drawing you closer with the Shepherds out of sight. “I will make sure the letter is detailed and eloquent. Besides, I would never hear the end of it if I brought you up the mountain in the state you’re in now.”

“That doesn’t sound like Mother, at all…”

“Trust me, my sweet. I know her far better than you do; and I would like to reduce the amount of stress either of us will be experiencing for at least seven more months.”

“Fair enough.” You giggled, pecking his cheek before shifting away from him. “Sounds like their lap is almost up…I’ll head inside to spare you further interrogation.”

Frederick watched until you disappeared around the corner, debating whether he should escort you back to your shared quarters. If you tripped and fell because he was not there to offer a steadying arm, he would never forgive himself–

Although, seeing that smug look on Gaius’ face as he finished his (first) lap, perhaps he should prioritize humbling some of his more troublesome soldiers.

A few days passed, and you found that Frederick was becoming worse and worse at balancing his work and home life. It wasn’t as if you were complaining; having more time with your elusive husband was precious indeed.

But it was getting harder to hide from your friends and colleagues when Frederick broke away from his current task every other hour in order to check up on you.

This particular visit happened to coincide with your appointment in the medical wing. Maribelle and Lissa were your assigned doctors; you quite possibly couldn’t have been in better hands unless Libra were present too…and maybe if Frederick had changed his class to cleric.

“Well, well! Look who it is!” Lissa giggled when said husband was attempting to nonchalantly enter the room. He glanced behind to make sure he hadn’t been followed, before bowing to the high princess.

“Greetings, milady. Lady Maribelle. I was aware of Robin’s appointment and wished to join her during my break. If it is amenable, that is.”

“It is always amenable,” You held out a hand to him, inviting him to your side. Frederick closed the distance without hesitation, practically glowing with anticipation.

“As I was saying earlier, you’re doing well. The fetus is developing well, and it’s looking like you’ll be seeing an on-time delivery of a healthy baby in about seven months’ time. You should both plan accordingly before your schedules become even more hectic.”

“It’s true! When I was pregnant with Owain, the second and third trimesters got so hectic trying to prep for when he came. You’d think it would be easy with a whole castle at your beck and call, but trust me– you don’t know what’s coming until you’re in the thick of it! And by the time the baby’s born, you realize you’d forgotten nearly half the stuff you wanted to prepare!”

“I’ll take your word for it, Lissa. I’m sure Frederick will be diligent in maintaining our schedules. He’s already got it down to a science.” You informed them, nudging Frederick gently. He nodded solemnly.

“But of course. I have been consulting with a number of Shepherds who have already experienced their pregnancies…with the utmost secrecy, of course.” He added when you quirked an eyebrow. “They believe I am simply preparing for the distant future…I believe our secret is safe, so far.”

“Of course. Anything we need to do in the meantime, royal doctors?”

“For now, you will need to prioritize rest. You can continue exercising but it must be gentle. I’m sure Frederick would not mind a slow-paced stroll around the castle gardens in the evenings. And as for morning sickness, the apothecary should help soothe your poor stomach.”

“That would be excellent, thank you.” Your shoulders fell some, as though she’d taken quite the weight off them. Frederick patted your hand knowingly; you couldn’t escape the morning sickness no matter how hard he tried to prevent it, and as much as you hated it.

“Drinking plenty of water should help, as well– and if you’re allowed to have a treat, some ginger honey tea would be great for that!”

“I shall make a trip to the market this evening.” He decided. “And as for the–”

“Maribelle!! The delivery of flasks just arrived– where do ya want’em?” Sully’s voice flew through the door just as the doors banged open again (ever the delicate touch).

“O-oh! Ah, just set them over there, please.” Maribelle rushed away from the two of you, but it was too late; the fiery knight had already spotted the pair of you.

“Well hey there, Robin! What’re the two of you doin’ in here? You’re not sick, huh?”

You exchanged a glance with your husband, who had suddenly gone rigid. “Ah, no, I just– am having an annual check-up. You know how it goes.”

“Why’s Lieutenant in here, too? Didja double up on your appointments to save time or somethin’?”

“Those are medical questions that are supposed to be private, Sully. You shouldn’t pry into such things!” Maribelle scolded her, taking the box of clinking glass and hurrying her back out the door.

“Aw, c’mon! I was just makin’ polite conversation! Robin’s been missin’ from the Shepherds for a little while; can you blame me for bein’ worried?”

“I’m fine, Sully. Shall I schedule a sparring session for you later to prove it?” You offered, and her eyes lit up.

“Hells yeah! I’ve been itchin’ for a good fight. I’ll look forward to your challenge!” She gave a quick salute to her commanding officer before hurrying out of the medical bay, the door shutting just behind her.

You exhaled softly; crisis seemed to be averted for now.

“There will be no sparring of any sort, Robin.”

“Come now, I was just buying us some time! Of course I won’t actually spar with her. At least, not right now.”

“Robin.”

“I’m kidding.” You laughed, pinching his cheek to try and alleviate the glower on his face. “Besides, I won’t have much time from now and when we head up the mountains to visit Mother-in-Law.”

“I thought we weren’t–”

“I asked Miriel. The weather is supposed to be quite warm despite the season. Shall we set some time aside two weeks from now?”

“I’m not sure we should–”

“Actually, that’s a wonderful idea. Somewhere peaceful and full of nature like the North Ylissean Mountains is perfect! Better to do it now before the baby really starts growing. Like I said; that schedule gets really crazy really fast!” Lissa chimed in, “I’m sure Chrom would approve the time off, Frederick. Go visit your mom and have a great time!”

“...Very well…then I shall make the arrangements.” Frederick decided, “But if Miriel is incorrect about the weather, we will postpone our visit until after the baby is born.”

“Fair enough.” You beamed at him, squeezing his hand. Of course you weren’t worried in the slightest; Miriel was never wrong.

Virion had come to visit from the Roseanne reconstruction to both reconnect with his friends and allies, as well as cozy up to some nobles for some investment money for his project.

What he did not expect was to see Frederick striding across castle grounds, carrying crates that seemed burdened with all manner of supplies.

“Why, Lieutenant! If I did not know any better, I would think you are preparing to march off to war!” He commented, as Frederick brushed past, this time with three crates stacked atop each other.

“Robin and I will be taking a brief trip up the Ylissean mountains. I am finishing the packing before we depart.” He explained as he crossed the courtyard, a patiently waiting Robin standing outside the stables and beside a rather heavy looking cart.

“Are you staying until next year? There is enough supplies to last you several months, at least!!” Virion remarked, to which you simply shrugged and rolled your eyes. There was no stopping Frederick once he got started preparing for every possible contingency.

“You can never be too prepared for an arduous journey up the mountain.” You hummed, checking off your notes as Frederick loaded the crates onto the wagon with a heavy thunk. The wheels creaked under the weight of it, and Hebert huffed in protest. “Although this is starting to seem like overkill.”

“Nonsense. You should know by now I will not allow you any sort of risk while we’re away. Miriel may think the weather will be mild, but the mountains are fickle. If you were to fall ill, I would never forgive myself.”

Virion sighed dreamily, looking on at the two of you. “It is as if you are still newlyweds, Lieutenant! You are a very lucky woman indeed, Robin. To have such a doting husband at your side, it must make you the envy of the halidom!”

You blushed softly, grinning at the knight that had suddenly averted his gaze. The pink warming the tips of his ears was unmistakable.

“I consider myself well beyond fortunate every day.” The agreement did earn a soft smile from your husband, careful to hide it from Virion’s teasing view. “We’ll be gone for a little while, so I fear we may not see much of each other while you’re visiting.”

“You will simply make it up to me with a trip to Roseanne in the future.” He waved his hand dismissively, “For now, the two of you ought to focus on this seemingly quite arduous journey you are about to take.”

“It won’t be arduous; Frederick’s more than prepared to navigate the roads, and he knows the mountains well. The preparation is mostly just in case I need to address something with–”

“Robin, dear, I believe I left our scarves in our quarters. Could you fetch them please?”

“Right. Of course.” You had a smattering of pink across your cheeks, as though you had almost embarrassed yourself. Virion arched an eyebrow as you hurried away, bidding him a sudden farewell.

“It is unlike you to cut off your wife mid-sentence, Lieutenant. Perhaps you are not such a chivalrous knight after all!” He teased. Frederick dismissed him with a scoff, busying himself with packing the wagon.

“You must be mistaken. I would never be so uncouth as to interrupt my wife deliberately.”

Virion hummed, “Perhaps not on purpose, you are right. Though I am curious what it was Robin needed to address. Shall I ask her to finish her thought once she returns?”

“That will not be necessary. You will leave your guests waiting too long if you continue dallying here. You and Robin can continue the conversation once you’ve finished your business.”

“Perhaps you are right; ever the professional.” The archer murmured playfully, nodding to the large, slightly flustered man before continuing on his way.

Curiously enough, by the time he finished his meeting later that morning the caravan of two had already departed.

Which was simply uncharacteristic of his dear tactician friend. To not even say goodbye when he came all this way to visit? Something strange was surely going on.

Perhaps he would have to schedule another visit in a few weeks’ time to finish that thought of yours, after all…

It was nearly a month before the famed couple returned from the mountains. Cordelia was the one who spotted them first, flying down from the clouds of Ylisse to meet the handsome wagon as it neared the capital city.

“Lieutenant! Lady Robin!!” Cordelia announced herself as she closed the distance. Frederick slowed the cart to a gentle stop as you waved at your dear friend.

“Cordelia! What a lovely surprise!” She landed just beside you, “Did you come all the way out here just to greet us?”

“Even if I did, I would be careful not to admit such a thing to my commanding officer. I am still on duty, after all.” She said with a proper salute, which Frederick was quick to put at ease.

“It is all right. We’re glad to see you too, Cordelia. As much as we enjoyed our time in the mountains, it is refreshing to see a familiar face.”

“Are your family’s faces unfamiliar?”

“I think he means more ‘friendly’ than ‘familiar’.” You corrected with a light laugh. Cordelia quirked an eyebrow.

“Oh? Was your family unhappy with how distant you’ve been, sir? Perhaps a couple letters each year wasn’t cutting it with your mother.”

“Perhaps you’re right. Though I fear that was only part of the reason she was cross.” Frederick sighed. You patted his arm with a knowing smile.

“Not to worry. Once she sees the gift we’ve prepared for our next visit, all transgressions will be forgotten.” You winked, though it only served to confuse the uninformed knight.

“Whatever do you mean?”

“We’ll be making an announcement shortly. I don’t wish to spoil it for you, but perhaps you could do a favor for us.”

“That depends on the favor…you have been known to make strange requests in the past.” She recalled with a wary glance. Although the way Frederick’s expression seemed to shift into relaxed warmth made her hopeful it wasn’t anything untoward.

“Nothing crazy. I just need you to gather the Shepherds and the Exalt’s family for a quick meeting in the courtyard. Are you willing to ride ahead of us to get them ready? It’s a very important announcement and we need everyone to be there.”

Cordelia nodded, drawing her reins up and heading back to the skies. “Of course! You’re about an hour from the castle grounds. That should be enough time to gather everyone! Shall I tell them it is urgent?”

“I don’t think it warrants an ‘urgent’ meeting…but if they could gather swiftly, that would be ideal.”

“Very well. Urgent it is.” She grinned, and launched back up.

“...Are you sure you’re ready to tell them, now? I know we’re safely in the second trimester now, but we don’t have to announce it right away. We can take our time if you want to hold off a little longer.”

“I think we’ve kept them in the dark long enough. Besides, I saw how invigorated you got after the scolding you got from your mother. If we’re going to finish that “Baby Preparation Checklist” she saddled you with on time, we’re going to need all the help we can get.”

“You say that as if I can’t singlehandedly build all the furniture and gather supplies without her guidance.” Frederick huffed, glancing back at the thick stack of parchment sitting menacingly inside the wagon. You rested your head on his shoulder.

“I know you can handle it, but imagine how much easier it’ll be to finish with everyone’s help.”

“Perhaps you’re right…though I will be selective in who I allow to assist. You can’t look me in the eye and say Vaike and Gaius would be effective helpers.”

“I wouldn’t dare.” You laughed, earning a fond smile and a kiss on your brow.

It was as Cordelia said; only an hour after her brief greeting, the two of you returned to the castle grounds and had returned Hebert to his stable for a much deserved rest.

Hands tightly joined, the pair of you headed for the courtyard. The whole of the Shepherds stood waiting, curious and confused as to why such a meeting had been called in the first place.

“Welcome back, the both of you!” Chrom greeted you first, “I trust your time away was restful?” “That’s not the word I would use, but…yes, it was amiable.” Frederick responded with a respectful bow to his liege, though the polite kindness was interrupted by a sharp scoff from Gaius.

“Yeah, yeah, you had a great time away, restin’ up while we picked up your slack, Lieutenant! And now you’re callin’ all of us together the second you get home? Swingin’ the hammer again already, huh?”

“I can assure you, this announcement is nothing like that. In fact, it is quite good news.” Frederick stated, looking to you. “Would you like to break the news, my love?”

“Well…I’m sure you all noticed that things have been a little odd, lately. Not participating in training, visiting the medical wing, scheduling out our duels rather than fighting same day…”

“I did notice that, yeah.” Sully’s eyes narrowed, “I thought I’d see you on the trainin’ grounds like an hour after you said we’d fight! I felt damn betrayed.”

“I do apologize for that Sully, honestly, but…I’m afraid the strange behavior will have to continue. You see, I won’t be able to train or duel with anyone for at least six more months.”

The crowd rumbled with curiosity and confusion. You beamed, placing a hand over your modest little baby bump.

“Wait a minute…are you-??”

“No way!!”

You nodded vigorously, feeling Fredrick squeeze your hand tighter.

“We are with child!”

The Shepherds erupted in cheers and laughter, shocked at the surprise announcement. Chrom and Lissa were grinning ear to ear, Olivia and Sumia all but racing to give you the first hug.

Gaius’ grumpiness immediately shifted into whooping joy, clapping a firm hand to Frederick’s back before the entire group could swarm you both.

“This is wonderful!!”

“Finally!! The Vaike was startin’ to wonder when you’d get to havin’ your Morgan!”

“I must extend congratulations to you both. I can see why you asked for an accurate weather forecast; traveling while expecting is quite a feat.”

“You let her travel?! Frederick, what’s the matter with you!!”

“I don’t think it’s that dangerous, Nowi. They wouldn’t have gone if it were that bad!”

“Well…” Frederick trailed off, though he couldn’t help but chuckle when Lissa flung her arms around him. “Thank you, milady. And everyone, truly. We are so touched by your joy.”

“It’s great news! We’re all so happy for the both of you.” Chrom replied without skipping a beat. “It will be a shame we won’t have your combat skills for the next many months, but it’s wonderful the two of you are finally growing your family. I know you’ve wanted it for a long time.”

“We have…and it’s just so great we get to share this with all of you. But I wanted to request some help from you all. See, when we visited Frederkck’s family, we were given quite an extensive list of things we’re required to complete before Morgan arrives. And while Frederick’s sure he can do it on his own–”

“--That doesn’t mean he should!” Stahl piped up, “Just give us the list and we’ll get to work! Don’t you worry.”

“Hells yeah– Morgan’s gonna have the whole of the Shepherds right behind him!!” Vaike added, “Let’s get started right now!!”

The raucous excitement lifted the whole castle with joy. It filled your heart with such happiness to know you had so many friends around you that loved you and your husband just as much as yo nloved each other.

Morgan would be born into the world six months later, perfectly healthy and surrounded by the sweetest aunts and uncles Ylisse had to offer.

Well, that and a very loving grandmother, who was quite cross with her son when she discovered he had only completed 99 of the 100 items she had tasked him with completing before the baby was born.

(The last item was to finish knitting a tenth sweater for baby Morgan…he was three stitches from completing it when your water broke).

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