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Everyone in camp was starting to worry about their tactician. And, notably, Tharja and Henry were snickering to themselves through the whole duration of this process.
It was a normal day. Nothing unusual except for the sun beating down on them. They had a good meal a night before and plenty of rest, so it wasn’t really a problem. Oddly enough, Chrom and Robin stumbled upon a fine looking pastry sitting out in the mess tent after it had been cleaned up after dinner. On the way back to their tents, Robin had finished the pastry and followed from back to his tent, throwing himself at the prince when they stepped in.
With the way Robin panted with flushed cheeks and lidded eyes made Chrom think that the sweet was laced with something. Though, he didn’t come to that conclusion until the following morning. Even then, Robin still demanded sex for the past few days until he had finally calmed down. Admittedly, Chrom was a bit disappointed, but now he could question Robin about the sudden urge to have sex. Robin thought about it, shrugged, and took it as merely being really horny.
Everyone was in good health and ready to march. At least, that’s what they thought. About halfway to their next destination, Robin doubled over and ran to the sidelines, using a tree as support as he puked just about everything he had for breakfast. After he had been worried over and offered a horse, Robin took a spot with Stahl and tried to ease the cramping pain in his stomach. The horse didn’t make it any better since the motion from it just made him feel even more sick.
This continued for a while and, quite frankly, everyone was scared that he had been cursed or something. Robin would be fine one afternoon, but then sick the next morning. Chrom, and maybe Stahl, had noticed the white haired man had been eating more. Even if it was someone like Sully cooking, Robin would eat it like it was the best thing he’s had in a long time and ask for more. He would even accompany Gaius on honey runs and candy stealing. When Robin started to eat weird combinations of food, honeyed pickles with meat pie, for example, Chrom felt like he should step in and ask about Robin’s health.
And that’s how Chrom ended up in the doghouse.
“Robin…” he spoke as he stepped into Robin’s tent.
It was a fine day. The sun was out, but it wasn’t too hot outside. There were a few clouds drifting, occasionally blocking the sun. Most of the Shepherds were outside trying to busy themselves or relax. Robin had been in his tent, saying that it was much too hot for him and went to go review plans.
Robin looked up from his bowl of chocolate and honey covered potatoes, swallowing the mouthful he head. “Chrom? What’s up?”
Chrom looked at the bowl with a questioning gaze. “Er… Does… Does that taste good? Has anything you’ve been eating taste good?”
Brows furrowed. “What do you mean? Of course it tastes good! I wouldn’t be eating it otherwise! Have you come here to question my eating habits?”
The prince waved his hands. “No! Well, yes, but no!” he sputtered out, not liking the angry look Robin was giving him. What was with that? He shouldn’t get defensive over food. “It’s just… Everyone has been worrying about you. First you got sick, and now you are eating… questionable foods. Have been for a long time now...”
“It’s food!” the other snapped.
“Y-yes, but…” Chrom looked to Robin’s midsection, “You are starting to, uh, get round?”
Robin stood from his seat, the chair falling behind him. “Are you calling me fat?!”
Robin got up in Chrom’s face, those brown eyes glaring at him. Honestly, Chrom wanted to cower down and apologize.
“You’re not fat! J-just putting on some weight! You know, with all that food you’ve been eating.”
That didn’t make it better because Robin suddenly went from angry to down right sobbing.
“Y-you jerk!” the albino cried out, pushing past him to leave the tent. “JERK!”
Chrom was left dumbfounded. When he left the tent, the people who had been around looked at their leader, waiting for an explanation. Some shook their heads, as if shaming Chrom for making Robin storm off crying. Chrom then went to look for Robin, but only ended up seeing him when dinner came around. When they made eye contact in the mess tent, Robin went into tears again and left with his food. Heads snapped to Chrom, the stares mixed with confusion and judgement.
Robin’s mood swings continued long after that. That, and his libido seemed to skyrocket. They would often times be having many rounds of sex before calling it a night. Sometimes, it affected the way he fought battles the next day, but he was fine overall.
Bless Lissa’s soul for taking initiative and talking to Robin. He had been getting heavier, but no one wanted to say anything. When he complained about his stomach, he would snap at people who would try to touch and sooth him. Fires would even be started because of Robin’s sudden ill temperament. So, when Lissa said she was going to go talk to Robin, everyone prepared themselves for a storm. With Maribelle following, the princess guided herself to Robin’s tent.
It was a cool, quiet night. Most team members were in their tents, either tired or not wanting to be in Robin’s way when the tactician raged his way to a secluded spot in camp. The braver Shepherds stood outside Robin’s tent with Chrom, waiting to spring into action if needed. They could hear whispering, Robin’s voice starting to raise before pausing, a long pause, hurried whispering, and a pause.
Then, a loud scream from Robin.
Right when Chrom was going to move in, Robin already stepped out and grabbed him by his wrist, ordering everyone else to go to their tents as he dragged the prince inside. There, he received the most shocking news anyone could ever tell him.
Robin was pregnant.
Robin… was…
Chrom looked at the two healers, who merely smiled nervously, Lissa offering a small wave, then to Robin’s stomach.
That night, Chrom slept in Robin’s bed, trying to quell his sobs and let his frustrations be taken out on him. The only thing that seemed to bother Robin was the fact he would be carrying during the mess with Gangrel. Now that he had said that, Chrom was most definitely worried.
Battles after the news proved to be more difficult now that Chrom was even more protective. Robin would complain when the prince wouldn’t allow him to fight or send him to the rear of the march. Chrom hardly left Robin alone for anything anymore; not even to go out to the woods to relieve his bladder. At night, Chrom would spoon Robin in bed and rub his stomach in small circles, which Robin was glad for since it actually lulled him to sleep quicker.
Chrom’s protectiveness increased nearly 100% when Emmeryan died. It wasn’t even just him, it was everyone. By now, the Shepherds knew what was going on. For the most part, everyone was alright with it. Cordelia and Sumia were heartbroken and maybe even a little mad at Robin at first, but they held no grudge. With the help of everyone, Robin did not have any alone time. Robin would go into battle not having to lift a finger due to everyone swarming around him
Robin made it known that he did not want to stand by and watch. He would yell and try to reason with Chrom, but the man was too stubborn, as was everyone else he tried to reason with. Robin nearly burned Chrom when he found out he would not be attending the final battle with the Mad King.
“You are going without me?!”
Chrom didn’t flinch at Robin’s screaming. “Yes. Too much work for your body is bad for the baby-”
“I’ve hardly been fighting with everyone getting a kill before I can!”
“and if Gangrel sees how you are, then he might take that as an invitation to attack you.”
“As if he could. You and the others suffocate me out there.”
“Robin!” Chrom finally snapped, slamming his hands on his desk hard enough to make Robin jump, “Please…” his voice was quiet now. Turning to his lover, blue eyes begged the pregnant male silently. “Please… I’m scared. I’m so scared.”
Robin frowned. He could very well understand his fear. With the recent loss of his sister… The albino sighed, looking away. Chrom stepped forward, setting his hands on Robin’s shoulders when close enough.
“Please tell me you will stay in camp. Please tell me you will wait here for me.”
Brown eyes met blue. They stared for a while, as if unsure if he should actually agree or put up a fight.
“I don’t want to, Chrom…”
“Please, for the baby.”
Robin bit his lip. “For the baby.”
Chrom let out a sigh of relief. “That means you will stay?”
Although unhappy, Robin nodded. Chrom offered a nervous smile before leaning in and kissing his lips.
“Good. I will leave Sumia and Sully here with you just in case.” Chrom’s eyes darkened. “I’ll be back soon. I’m not going to let this bastard draw anything out.”
Letting his shoulders go, Chrom stepped around Robin and made his way to gather the chosen Shepherds and leave. Robin could only stare at the tent’s flaps even after Chrom left.
“What’s this…?” the Mad King mumbled, observing Chrom’s fighting army before laughing madly, “I don’t see that tactician dog! Could it be he is out sick? Maybe he should be put down!”
Chrom, cutting down an enemy, looked up, his eyes dark with rage. The Plegian king only continued to grin as if he knew something Chrom didn’t.
“Don’t worry, I’ve heard of his… physical being,” Gangrel sneered, “Don’t worry, he won’t be missing out since I’ve already made arrangements for the battle to come to him.”
Chrom visibly paled, frozen to his spot as he stared with wide, terror struck eyes. He shouldn’t be worried… Robin could handle himself, leaving him behind was just a precaution, as was leaving Sumia and Sully. Robin could defend himself…
But the baby…
“Cordelia!” Chrom shouted out, gaining the girl’s attention.
As swift as they could in the heat of the battle, Chrom heaved himself onto the back of the pegasus and requested to be taken to camp. With a nod and a kick, they were in the sky and on their way to Robin. When they arrived, everything looked to be normal. There were no torn down tents or sounds of fighting. Was the king bluffing to get Chrom off the field? His team could very well manage themselves for a bit, so why go through the trouble?
“Chrom?”
The prince hopped off and jogged over to Robin, catching him in a hug. Even as he did so, he did not relax. His eyes were darting around, expecting something to jump out at any moment now.
“Chrom? What’s going on? Where are the others?”
“Robin, I think we need to mov-”
Sumia’s voice interrupted him. “Captain!”
There was the clang of metal hitting metal as Sumia blocked a throwing ax. Tightening his hold around Robin, Chrom stepped back and watched as enemies started to spill in. Robin grunted in Chrom’s hold and pushed away. Frowning at the sudden situation, but pulling out his tome and casting spells to ward off the enemies, Robin started giving orders to try and remedy the problem.
Chrom paired with Robin, determined to make Robin reduce his use in magic as much as possible. The Sumia and Cordelia paired and went off to help Sully. The ambush wasn’t too big, but it wasn’t too easy. When their numbers reduced, Robin made the mistake of letting down his guard a little. With Chrom ahead of him, he couldn’t block the arrow from behind that was followed by a blow to his head.
The scream Robin let out before falling to the ground unmoving startled Chrom and the girls. When Chrom whipped around to find his love on the dirt with man towering over him, the prince snapped. With a roar, Chrom rushed at the ax wielding man, giving him no time to block as he thrusted Falchion through his chest, ripping it upwards and pushing it deeper to finish him off. The masked archer was taken down by Sully and the three girls regrouped back to Chrom.
There was an arrow lodged in the man's right ribcage from behind, blood staining his white hair. From what the three could see, Chrom was shaking and moving his arms to find a way to carry him without damaging him further. When he managed to actually lift him, he had Sumia escort him to the main battle where Lissa was.
When they arrived, the battle looked to be in their favor, if the look on Gangrel’s face was any solid indicator. Lissa was called away from Frederick’s side to hopefully sooth Chrom’s fears and heal Robin’s wounds. While his sister worked her magic, she suggested he go take care of the Mad King once and for all. As hesitant as he was, Chrom went back to battle. Not only for himself, but for his sister and Robin.