Title: Bucket, oh bucket. (mpreg 13/?)
Pairing/s: Tentative Merlin/Arthur
Character/s: Arthur, Merlin
Warnings: Illness, mpreg
One:But I don't know any lullabies
Two:Moving on without you 1/2
Three:Moving on without you 2/2
Five:While you slept
Nine: Restless sleeper
Eleven: Nearly normal
Tweleve: All that haunts us
The world is a wicked place. No sooner had the faint hope of a happy ending sneaked into Arthur's hearth, before the measly amount of crackers he had eaten demanded to see daylight again. He did have time to mutter “Gonna be sick” and to be startled as a pink plastic bucket materialized in his lap.
Merlin stepped back and let him have some privacy. Arthur was a proud man, serving him pity and pats on the head would only make matters worse.
Instead he focuses on his job and on what he might have done wrong. He should stick to fluids only, perhaps. He tries to think of vitamin mixes and drinks that might help. He should look into herbs and such as well. The magical effects of potions and brews would vary with the level of magic the recipient had, he had better leave the actual making and dosage to Gaius.
Arthur leans back in the chair with watering eyes and flames in his throat. He downs what is left of the tea, mainly because it is there and he needs to drink something. Merlin gives the bucket a rinse in the bathroom before he puts it next to Arthur’s chair.
A disapproving noise comes from Arthur followed by a dismissive wave of the hand.
-Take it away, I don’t want be seen with it. It’s pink.
-I was not aware you were such a bucket snob.
-I’ll have you know my bucket and I have a very special bond. You should never come between a man and his bucket.
-I can see why that might turn ugly. And now you have had your hands all over someone else.
-It was an emergency, my bucket will understand.
-You have a good handle on your bucket.
Arthur chuckles softly. Merlin takes the unwanted bucket and gives it a friendly pat.
-Poor Pinky. A simple wash bucket, drawn into the world of the rich and pratty and then cast aside. I shall give her a good scrubbing and send her back to where she came from. Hopefully she will find her true purpose there.
Arthur smiles weakly as Merlin leaves again. It was good to have Merlin around. But how long would it last? He shouldn’t get used to it. Merlin can only stick around for so long before he has to get back to his real studies. And Arthur isn't supposed to stay here the entire pregnancy, he's supposed to get better and go home. Work, buy baby things... But if he soaked up all the good feelings and the way Merlin rolls his eyes at him and the way he doesn’t crowd him and the way he knows what to do because he knows Arthur. If he could take that with him, he might... Well that's later. Not now. Merlin will be back, Gaius will be back. They will use the Ultrasound thing to determine if the baby is fine. And Merlin will sense the baby. Their baby. Merlin's baby.
Merlin catches him staring at the machine's blank screen, subconsciously running small circles over his stomach with his thumb.
The world is a wicked place. They should be happy and thrilled. Merlin sets a glass filled with something on the table. Arthur reach for him before he had a chance to say what it is. He tugs him gently so he comes to sit on his lap. Merlin finds the handle that flips the foot rest out. They both fit in the recliner, Merlin had always been a skinny ol' thing and Arthur's a ghost, so they stay there tangled together.
-I want to wrap you in cotton and take you home and keep you safe.
Merlin's voice is soft. Arthur feels warm through and through.
-You are my cotton. And my bucket.
-A pink bucket?
-No. Not pink.
Merlin sighs deeply.
It's kinda wonderful.