Title: Their Beautiful Boy
Character/s: Gwaine, Finna, Trevor
Summary: Leon gets to see his family when he and Gwaine deliver supplies to the abbey.
Word Count: 984
Prompt: 108 Exquisite
The Golden Kingdom (Modern AU Series 3)
Their Beautiful Boy
Leon and Gwaine pulled up to the gate of the abbey. Arthur had sent them down with supplies just in case the talks with England took longer than expected.
“We’re here.” Leon said. “I hope Mithian and the baby aren’t sleeping. I want to spend some time with them.”
“At least, you still have them to spend time with.” Gwaine said with a sigh.
“I’m sorry Gwaine.” Leon said. “I spoke without thinking. I know you are still grieving for Lucky.”
“It’s fine.” Gwaine tried to smile. “I know you haven’t seen your family in a while. It has to be hard for you.”
Finna came out and opened the gate. “Hello gentlemen. We have been waiting for you. We are just about out of everything. Drive in and we can get the get the lorry unloaded.”
Leon drove through into the courtyard. He put the lorry into park and got out. He walked to the back to unlock it. “Gwaine, do you mind if I go inside to see Mithian?”
“No go on. I’ll help the students unload.” Gwaine said as he grabbed a box. “Give her a kiss for me.”
“Come say ‘hi’ when you’re done.” Leon patted him on the shoulder. He walked toward the door of the abbey.
Gwen opened the door. “Leon, do you have news of the talks?”
“Arthur sent you a letter to update you.” Leon pulled out an envelope from his inside pocket. He handed it to her. “I think he’s beginning to get really lonely. Merlin is about a heartbeat away from turning him into a donkey.”
Gwen giggled. She walked with Leon inside and down the hall. “He had better not. Arthur may reinstate the stocks just for him.”
“Morgana may have something to say about that.” Leon said. “But then again, Arthur is getting on her nerves too.”
“It’s probably from being in such close quarters for a long while.” Gwen said. “Sibling rivalry has always been an issue with those two.”
“Leon?” Mithian said as she opened the door to her room. “I thought I heard you. Come in. The baby is sleeping.”
“Go. I’ll talk to you when you are getting ready to leave. I’ll have a letter ready for Arthur by then.” Gwen said as she left them to go check on the supplies.
Mithian grabbed Leon by the hand. She pulled him into the room. She walked him over to the basinet. “Gaius said he is getting stronger. He is still a little small. We need to give him a name. What do you think of Charles?”
“I was thinking more of Trevor or John. What do you think?” Leon said as he leaned over and placed a kiss on the baby’s head. “He is so beautiful. He will be a great footballer.”
“Footballer? My exquisite little boy will not be a footballer.” Mithian said in a hushed whisper. “Look at his hands. He will be a musician or an artist.”
“Exquisite? That isn’t a manly thing to say about our son.” Leon frowned. “Exquisite is something you say about a daughter not a son.”
“That is so fifth century, Leon. You know, there are some things that should remain in the old days.” Mithian put her hands on her hips.
“I didn’t mean it that way. It’s just an odd thing to say.” Leon said. He pulled Mithian close to him. “So what do you say? Trevor or John?”
“I like Trevor. When shall we christen him?” Mithian said.
“We could do it today. This is an abbey. The priest can do it.” Leon said.
“I don’t want to do it without our friends. We will wait until the talks are over. I want to have a big party to celebrate him. Don’t you?” Mithian said as she snuggled against Leon’s chest.
“Fine, we wait.” He pulled Mithian close and rubbed her back. He kissed her and brushed her hair back from her face. “Gwaine will be looking for me in a bit.”
“Stay a little longer.” Mithian said as she rubbed his beard. She got up on her tippy toes and kissed him.
Leon leaned his forehead against hers. “I will stay until Gwaine is ready to leave. You did hear about his friend?”
“Yes. Elyan told us when he came last. Is he doing all right?” Mithian asked.
“He tries to act like its nothing but we all see he’s hurting.” Leon said.
“I hope he finds happiness again someday.” Mithian said. “He always plays it cool but we all know he wants the same things that we want.”
Leon chuckled. “I know.”
Gwaine knocked on the open door. “Ready Leon?”
“Just a minute. Come see Trevor.” Leon said. “What do you think? Is he going to be a footballer or what?”
Gwaine came over and looked at the baby in the basinet. “He’ll never be a goalie but maybe a forward.”
“You men are hopeless.” Mithian shook her head. “You just wait until my exquisite boy is a great artist or musician.”
Leon laughed. He kissed his wife softly. “Musicians and artists play football too, Princess. We should go. Goodbye for now, dearest. Come on Gwaine.”
“Thank god he looks like his mother.” Gwaine chuckled as Leon shot him a glare. “See ya, Mithy.”
“Bye. Drive safely.” Mithian held on to Leon’s hand as long as she could.
When the two men came outside, Gwen was waiting by the lorry. She handed Leon a letter for Arthur.
“Tell the King that we are getting weary of hiding.” Gwen said.
“He already knows. It won’t be long now.” Leon said.
Gwaine got in without saying anything to Gwen.
“Leon, take care of him.” She nodded towards Gwaine.
“I will.” Leon said as he climbed behind the wheel. “Will you please look after my family?”
“I will. I promise.” Gwen said. She waved as they drove off.