Interviewing Garreg Mach (Fire Emblem: Three Houses one shots)

Fatherhood is (Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd)

I SAW HIM 

I SWEAR I DID

IN THE CHURCH OF SEIROS RUN

MY FRIENDS LUCY NATHAN AND POLKA HEARD ME CRY ABOUT IT

Concept: Dad Dimitri

No brain, don't say things XD

Reader once again is alluded to having given birth but be creative if you wanna. Leave your solutions in the comments XD

[This chapter is fluff, fluff, and more fluff.]

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When you married Dimitri, you made a compromise. 

Dimitri wanted a lot of kids. 

You only wanted one. 

You compromised with four. 

Dimitri never thought he'd even want children. He was scared of so many things. What if the child hated him as it grew older? What if the child learned of how much of a monster its father would be? What if the child died during birth? What if you did? 

Maybe a good first step would be to stop considering a non existent child an "It", yeah? 

The turning point was you getting married. He saw you in your wedding attire, with a crown on your head having been recently coronated, and he knew. He knew he wanted to have a family with you. 

He could barely wait to take those clothes off of you after the ceremony. 

Your first child was a son. Marco Rodrigue Blaiddyd. He was born with a Major Crest of Blaiddyd. Now, considering biology, that makes sense, right? That has caused some... Problems. 

Dimitri being Dimitri was terrified of your child. More so terrified of hurting him. It took a lot of convincing for him to finally hold Marco for the first time. He stared at you with his one big blue eye like a deer in the headlights once his son was placed in his arms. What does he do? You could almost hear the internal turmoil. You saw his chest rising and falling rapidly and you reminded him to breathe. The baby can sense your panic. Relax and he'll relax with you. You're doing great.

Dimitri finally let himself calm down once he was sure he wasn't hurting your son. He was holding him in one arm and offered his large hand to Marco's tiny one. Marco, having barely opened his bright blue eyes not even minutes ago, reached his hand to grasp his fathers finger. 

And grasp it he did. Hard. 

It was almost as though he was using all the strength of his major crest to hold onto his fathers finger with a death grip. It was a grip that could break things if he wasn't careful. A grip that his father knew too well. Dimitris eye went wide again and he grimaced in pain. You looked confused at him. 

"He's got my crest," was all your husband could breathlessly mumble in his re-found state of panic. It took everything you had not to burst out in uncontrollable laughter at the scene unfolding in front of you. You opted instead to give a huge closed eye smile to him. 

Your second child was a daughter. Elise Marielle Blaiddyd. You were given full naming privileges this time. You named your little girl after your mother who passed right after you were born. She was quite loud when she was born, causing such a fuss many bedside maids questioned what was happening in the room. Marco was two when Elise came into the world. He would babble endlessly at Elise's bedside, having a conversation with Sothis knows who.