Title: Sing me a song. (mpreg 24/?)
Character/s: Arthur, Merlin
Word Count: ~670
Author's Notes: Been having this idea for the boys and a lullaby in my notes for ages now. A short re-visit to the first chapter might help with context. Also, this has barely been spell-checked by myself. But, what else is new?
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
Nineteen: Happy thoughts
Twenty: Don’t worry about a thing
Twenty-one: Midnight talk
Twenty-two: An unlikely ally
Twenty-three: Gwaine and Apples
Sometimes it doesn’t take much to set the world right. Sometimes it doesn't take much for the world to come crashing down either. But when you are at the mercy of the hormones, there is not much you can do but go with the flow. Merlin supplied tissues and sat down besides Arthur on the bed. He tried to not let the sniffling and Arthur blowing his nose dampen the mood.
It was the overload of apples in the fruit basket that made Arthur sob. Gwaine had literary poured his heart into this basket. Knowing him, it must have physically hurt to give them away. The card read: 'From uncle G and aunty Apples'. It was clearly Gwaine’s work judging by the surprisingly delicate handwriting and the use of Gwaine's nickname for Morgana rather than her true name. Morgana’s touch showed in the basket also containing a small book of quick and easy, healthy meals for busy parents, with a selection of their favorite chocolates tucked in as well.
Merlin suspected the two might actually be in town, but he'd look into that later. Arthur came first. He had started to stay most nights in Arthur's room, he didn't have much to come home to. Mordred had still not come back and the large screen Mordred had been so excited about only reminded him of Uther. Arthur was slowly getting better. The shaky truce with Uther and now this peace offering should give Arthur some peace of mind.
Uther seemed to think he had a say in everything. It felt a bit odd to argue with him. Didn’t he know he had already won years ago? Arthur and the little one would move home, Merlin would stay behind here. Uther had already planned the baby's life for at least the next 10 years. The message was clear, despite the neutral packaging. 'Back off wizard, I've got this.' By the time Merlin was done with his studies, the baby would be running around and talking and hardly know him.
Being deep in thought he didn't notice that Arthur had gone quiet until he started talking again.
“Merlin? Do you know any lullabies? ”
Merlin felt a jab of guilt for getting lost in his own worries.
“Um... No... Not like all the verses and the correct rhymes and such.”
“Oh.” Arthur sounded like he was trying to be neutral.
“Why'd you ask?”
“Just wondering. I don't know any either.”
“Anything can be a lullaby. It doesn't matter what you say, just the way you say it. It calms you and the baby. If you are upset then the baby feels it and won't go to sleep, but...”
He suddenly noticed Arthur looking at him, grinning.
“Nothing, I just. You are... You have no idea. No idea.” The last part was chocked and barely audible. Merlin was pulled into a tight squeeze which loosened and tightened a bit again before Arthur snuggled close and sighed deeply and content. Merlin wriggled into a slighlty more comfortable position and drank in Arthur's scent and the feel of his body so close to his. And the bump. The wonderful, wonderful, miraculous bump.
“Sing us something?”
Merlin could feel the hum of Arthur's voice. Arthur was right, he had no idea what had just happened or what this was about. But he wasn't about to say no.
“Yeah, sing us a lullaby.”
Merlin laughed a bit uncertain, but started to sing slowly and softly to prove what he had been saying.
“We'll be singiiiin'....
when we're winniiiiing...
we'll be singiiiin'...
Hm, hm, hm, hm, hmmmm
I get knocked doooown, but
I get up again....
You're never gonna
keep me doooown...”
Arthur's silent laughter shook them both.
“No, you're meant to fall asleep, silly!” Merlin jokingly chastise him,
“OK, so you show me you can do better!”
“I get knocked uuuup.... But I get up again....”
Merlin laughs out loud and Arthur cracks up as well.
And just then it seems it was all decided. So what if they suck at singing lullabies? Everything was going to be ok.