Notes: And so it begins, the Book of Affairs! The end pairing is not worth the spoiler warning, by the way. The point is to get from an unpaired Robin to Morgan's Child Scroll (translation: when it's confirmed, in-universe, that he will be born), and all the weirdness in between both points is the important content. Enjoy!

Morgan had been recruited into the Shepherds only to be shipped straight into the healers' tent. The boy had an incident before he was reached, his tome unleashing fire on him and burning his head hair right off. And in that sad state, wrapped up in bandages, he woke to see his mother sitting by his bed, looking at him worriedly.

"Oh, you are awake now," Robin said, sighing in relief. "I'm glad we got to you on time, so our healers could help you."

"Well, Robin, he's your child. He is also strong on his own." Morgan looked over to the other side, and his eyes met with those of Chrom, leader of the Shepherds and king of Ylisse. "We are glad you have decided to rejoin us in the land of the living, Morgan."

His mother shot her general a nasty look, but said nothing. Though the younger tactician knew she had found the phrasing distasteful, he couldn't help taking it with humor, chuckling. He also found her awakening maternal instinct endearing and surprisingly hilarious. She had been so distant in his time... He hoped he'd find ways to have fun together once he was better.

"I need to go check on the others. Be well," and with that, Chrom left mother and child alone.

Robin smiled at Morgan sweetly. "I still can't believe I have a child from the future as well," she admitted. "I guess once peacetime comes by, I get married?"

Morgan tried to return the smile, but couldn't once she asked that. "No, you don't get married, mother."

Her face fell in disappointment. "Wow, I never thought of myself as someone who would just have some affair..." She shook her head, bringing back her smile. "I bet your father must be so handsome. I can think of a few men outside of the Shepherds that are like that. Like the armorer at..."

The armorer? "My father is with the Shepherds," he quickly cut in.

Robin's eyes widened in shock. "But I can't do that!" she protested. "What would the army think if their chief tactician was sleeping around with one among them? Nobody would ever respect me anymore!" She was extremely flustered. He liked that.

And he would keep her that way, he thought, smirking. "I could give you clues. You know, to avoid that horrible fate." As if he would work against his own conception.

In her desperation, Robin agreed. "I would appreciate that. My professional reputation is extremely important. It could make the difference between war and peace, life and death someday too."

Morgan's face was practically all smirk under the bandages. "My father is not your compatriot. He is very well known in his country. He..."

"Could it be Basilio?" his mother asked, cutting in. "He has been sort of trying to bring me over to Regna Ferox once we defeat Grima."

He would have never guessed that man, but sure, he could let her run with that. So Morgan nodded.