Title: Happy thoughts (mpreg 19/?)
Character/s: Arthur, Merlin
Summary: Arthur seems to be perking up.
Warnings: mpreg, illness, less angst, a wee bit of of sexy times.
Word Count: ~420
Prompt:#154 – Unwinding
Author's Notes: Short but sweet, I hope.
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
Thirteen: Bucket, oh bucket
Fourteen:Hello little one
The days seem a bit brighter after Uther's visit. It's easier to breathe somehow, like he hes been been tied up in knots inside and now they are finally unwinding. Merlin was right, Arthur has to admit. It was right to invite Uther, and it could have gone worse. It hadn't been fun seeing Merlin under fire and being unable to defend him the way he should have.
Arthur sniffles and blinks towards the ceiling. Seems he had better getting used to crying, now he cries because he is so hearth shattering fond of the brave idiot currently sleeping next to him.
Merlin really is wonderful. He works so hard with his studies and being Doc Gaius' trainee or whatever as well as being Arthur's unofficial nurse and supporting father-to-be. It is so unfair that he has to defend himself against Uther, when all this had been unexpected and not at all planned, and they were both consenting adults. Very consenting. Twice. Arthur smiles. It's a good memory, despite remembering the agony of parting ways, the sorrow of how things might have been. It lead them here, to their second chance to make it right.
The memory brings out other emotions too. Merlin is determined that nothing naughty will happen in Arthur's bed, which is a bit frustrating. It is also reassuring that when Arthur tugs him near Merlin doesn't expect anything other than to be close and near each other.
In the shower though.... Now that's a different story. They now had the cleanest dicks in town for sure. Merlin had been very thorough. God, it felt so good to be touched, it felt so good to touch! Arthur might still be a wobbly pile of hormones, but Merlin still wanted him. Still wants him. Still loves him, despite his homicidal father and peculiar text messages from Gwaine congratulating Merlin on becoming Uther's least favorite son-in-law.
It's worth a tear as well before he settles down to sleep.
But before he drift away again, Arthur sets himself a goal. Any cracker or soup or food of any kind Merlin brings him, he will eat. If it didn't stay down he would try again. He will get well enough to come to Merlin's place, where they will be away the hospital and what was expected of him here. He smiles ruefully and whispers into Merlin's still damp hair.
-With God as my witness, you will fuck me again.
Merlin sleeps lighter than expected, because he smiles and whispers;
-Can hardly wait, babe.