This is a sequel of sorts to my other fic, Morgan's Unique Parent Supports (shameless plugs FTW!). The parent choices are based off votes I got in that story. Thanks for the input of my readers from the last story and I hope you enjoy this one.

Robin (F)

C

Robin rummaged through the books she kept in the chest under her bed. "Oh, damn, where did I put it?" She shut the chest and crossed her arms. "I could have sworn I put that in there."

"Mother, are you in here?" Morgan called from outside. "May I come in?"

"Yes, Morgan, you can come in." She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye as he walked in. Tucked under his arm, she noticed a small blue book. "Morgan, honey," she pointed at the book, "what do you have there?"

"Hm?" Morgan looked at the book. "Oh, this?" He held it out to her. "I was returning it actually."

"I see." Robin took the book from him. "Next time you do that could you please ask?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you wouldn't mind. You never seemed bothered when I took your books in the future."

Robin opened the book and started flipping through the pages. "Well, as generous as my future self is, she isn't the one planning a war. I would like my tactical manuals to be where I can find them."

Morgan nodded. "Yes, ma'am." He quietly watched her as she looked through the book. "You're not mad, are you?"

Robin chuckled and shook her head. "Of course not, dear, but-" She stopped when she noticed a certain mote written in the book. "Hm, I didn't write this. Did you put that there?"

Morgan smiled. "Yeah. You had that book in my time. I noticed there were some notes you hadn't put in there yet, so I thought I would put them in for you."

"I see." Robin carefully read the notes inspired by her future self.

"I was going to slip some of my own ideas in there but there wasn't a lot of space. I was thinking about putting my own manuscript together."

"Really? That sounds interesting. I would love to read what you come up with."

Morgan brows raised. "You would?"

Robin smiled and nodded. "Absolutely. I'm curious to see how well my future self has taught you."

Morgan blushed a little and smiled. "Well, alright then. I'll try and put something together."

"Good. I look forward to it."

B

It had been a few days since Robin had last spoken to Morgan. The young man had been keeping to himself a lot for what Robin assumed was time working on his project. With the more time that passed, Robin found herself growing more and more curious as to what her son was putting together. The notes he had left from her future self were both insightful and helpful and she looked forward to seeing more of it.

One night, Robin had finally decided to call it quits for the day. It was late, she was tired, and she had planned for the next battle as much as she could. She left the war tent and headed to her own. Most of the lights were out save for the small torches from the Shepherds on guard duty. However, there was one tent with a small light flickering inside it and recognized it as Morgan's tent and went over to investigate. She peeked inside and saw Morgan sitting as his desk writing.

"Grr, that's no good either," he said. He wrinkled up the paper he was writing on and threw it behind him at Robin. She picked it up and unwrinkled it noticing it was some tactical notes. Morgan heard the noise and looked over his shoulder. "Mother? What are you doing here?"

"Sorry, Morgan. I just saw your tent light was still on and I wanted to check up on you." She held up the paper. "What's this?"

Morgan blushed and lowered his head a little. "It was a rough draft on that manuscript you said I should write."

"Oh, really?" Robin looked down at the paper.

"No, don't read it!" Morgan scrambled out of his chair, rushed over to Robin, and snatched the paper from her.

Robin looked at him surprised. "What's wrong, sweetie? Why can't I read it?"

"Because it's not good enough."

"What do you mean?"

Morgan sighed. "No matter how hard I try, I can't I can't come up with anything that I know would impress you. I've been at it for days but nothing. I'm starting to think this is a lost cause. You probably already know everything I can come up with."

Robin smiled. "Don't sell yourself short, Morgan. You're a brilliant young man. You shouldn't worry so much about what might impress me. Just write what comes to you. I'm sure it will be a good read no matter what."

Morgan smiled. "Thanks, Mom. I'll give that a try."

"Good, but do it tomorrow. It's late and you should give your brain a rest."

"Yeah." Morgan yawned. "That sounds like a good idea."

A

"Mother!" Morgan called. Robin turned around as he ran up to her.

"What is it, Morgan?" she asked. Morgan handed her a small notebook.

"It took me a few days, but I managed to write down some tactical notes. It's a mix of some of things you taught me in the future as well as some of my own ideas. I also tweaked some of your old methods if that's okay."

"Of course it is. There'a always room for improvement." She held out her hand. "May I?"

"Sure!" Morgan handed the her the book and watched eagerly as she read through it.

"Hm, very interesting. Mind if I hold on to this? I'd like to study it for a while?"

"Really?" Morgan smiled and nodded. "Yeah, absolutely!"

Robin chuckled. "Thank you. Maybe you could drop by the next strategy meeting. I'd be very interested to have your input."

"You would?"

Robin frowned. "Why are you so surprised that I want your input on things? Did my future self never want your opinion?"

Morgan shook her head. "No, I don't think it was that. It's just that in the future, you were so far ahead of me. There was no way I could ever compare. Seeing you now, I can tell that you aren't far from how experienced you were then. Why would you ever want to know what I think?"

"Because, as I said before, you're brilliant. With proper training, I know you'll outdo me someday."

Morgan rubbed the back of his neck. "I don't know if I'd go that far."

"I would. Give it a few years. Until then, there's a strategy meeting in two hours. Will you be there?"

Morgan smiled and nodded. "I wouldn't miss it. And, um, thanks for the vote of confidence."

Robin smiled and ruffled Morgan's hair. "Anytime, dear."

The following is a list of the order of supports in this story. I will not likely do any chapters based off of dlc chapters because I want to keep some modicum of sanity.

Robin (M)

Chrom

Lissa

Virion

Stahl

Lon'qu

Maribelle

Gaius

Cordelia

Gregor

Tharja

Anna

Henry

Olivia

Tiki

Emmeryn

Say'ri

Walhart

Yen'fay

Thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed.