Pairing/s: Merlin/Morgana (sorry guys, I just love them)
Character/s: Merlin, Morgana
Summary: Merlin comes home from work angry and Morgana knows why.
Word Count: 369
Prompt: 302, What would I do without you?
Author's Notes: :)
Merlin slammed the car door shut after he got out. Still furious, he stomped up the sidewalk to the door and opened it. He nearly slammed that one shut too, before he remembered the baby.
“Merlin?” Morgana’s voice floated in from the kitchen.
“Yeah,” he called out. “Who else would it be?”
Morgana appeared in the living room. “Is there something wrong?”
“Wrong?” He dumped his bag on the floor. “What could possibly be wrong?” His coat also hit the floor.
Morgana stopped in front of him. “Well, for one, you’re usually so careful with your things. And then there’s the anger rolling off you in waves.”
“Oh yeah, I’m definitely angry.”
“Want to talk about it?”
Morgana frowned. “Let me guess. It involves my brother.”
“Oh yes. That pig-headed jerk. He thinks I’m his personal slave, that’s all. ‘Merlin, fetch some coffee. Merlin, rewrite this entirely. Merlin, tidy up your desk. It’s a pig sty.’”
“He’s even worse than usual today. And I know why.”
“You knew this was going to happen?”
Morgana reached out her hand to pull Merlin into the living room. She sat him on the sofa then went around to his back and began to massage his shoulders. “Gwen called earlier. You know how they have been trying fertility treatments? Well, they got some bad news this morning before Arthur left for work.”
Merlin felt his anger evaporate. “Oh. Oh no. That explains everything.”
“Yeah, he was taking his anger out on you, unfortunately.”
Merlin caught her hand and pulled her around the couch to him. She sat on his lap. “And I came home and just about unleashed it on you. I’m so sorry, Morgana. Thank you for the massage. What would I do without you?”
“Well, you’d be a lot lonelier.”
“And you wouldn’t have Eliana.”
“You wouldn’t be able to do this.” She leaned forward to kiss him thoroughly.
“Is with Elena and Lance tonight. We have the house to ourselves.”
“Good.” He attacked her with his lips.
Soon they were much too wrapped up in each other for talking, and Merlin forgot his anger as if it had never existed in the first place.