Title: Arthur Pendragon makes a decision (Mpreg 27/28)
Pairing/s: Arthur/Merlin, Gwaine/Morgana
Character/s: Arthur, Merlin, Morgana, Gwaine, Uther
Summary: It's the feeling of home that does it.
Word Count: ~680
Author's Notes: Nearly done now! This is a very rushed post, sorry...
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
Twenty-four: Sing me a song
Twenty-six: The more, the merrier
Arthur was certain he hadn't seen Morgana this excited since she had front row tickets to Backstreet Boys many years ago. Uther intervened with some comment, but Arthur didn't feel like paying attention. This what not what he had in mind when he had convinced his sister and her hubby to take him out of the hospital. Sure, it was nice that Merlin finally was getting some real recognition. But he had hoped for some alone time with Merlin away from the hospital. Perhaps he was being a bit greedy or maybe even needy, but Merlin was always very aware that he was at his work place, and Arthur could rarely forget that he was a very unique case, with all the tests and people poking and prodding. He had even felt forced to make a public statement to be allowed to leave the building. Five meters of open space between one door and the other, and still they couldn't escape the media hounds. But after they had successfully navigated through the backways and passages to bypass the media surrounding the hospital grounds, things got quite easy. The world hadn't stopped while he was away, and nobody really gave much notice to some guy in a wheelchair.
He liked the homely feel of Merlin's flat. Or maybe it was the Merlin feel that made it homely. It was a bit strange living there now, Arthur knew, with Mordred still unaccounted for. The only company he had here was Uther on the big screen. If they went according to plan, Merlin would be alone here and it would be Arthur and baby on that screen. No matter how many markers Merlin could move around from afar, he wouldn't be able to hold his baby.
“Merlin?” He only had to whisper and Merlin's attention snapped right back at him. Arthur’s raging hormones howled in unison, any hint of victorious glee of commanding Merlin's attention so easily evaporated as he looked into Merlin's eyes. God, he loved him so much! Just look at him, always looking out for others even in the middle of an argument about himself and his abilities.
“I need a big favour,” he whispered and could almost see Merlin's ears perk up. It only made Arthur more certain he was doing the right thing.
“I need you to be selfish. And greedy. Very, very greedy.”
Merlin looks puzzled. Arthur stares at him, willing him to understand. He sees the moment Merlin gets it.
“What about work?” Merlin is making sure Arthur has thought this through. And he has.
“I'll be on baby leave anyway. And I hear someone has gifted us a big ass conference system, so any meeting, anywhere, I can attend.”
Merlin's face cracks into a wide grin. He leans in for a kiss, a warm, wet and very greedy kiss and Arthur knows this is it. He knows they want the same thing, he knows Merlin will make it happen and that this is when it really starts. He also knows that if Merlin doesn't take him to the bedroom soon, he'll jump Merlin where they sit.
He will explain it to his father later how he doesn't want to raise his baby in a city where he or she would be an oddity, where they risked malpractice from doctors who knew nothing of magic and didn't know what precautions to take. He knew what Merlin had been through at times, with daycare, schools and teachers who knew nothing of magic. Uther would be disappointed. But Arthur was not prepared to push his offspring into the frontlines, still he probably could inspire his father to help make the city a better place for his grandchild. Once he put his fears aside and understood that this pregnancy was nothing but a blessing, then he'd come to his senses.
Uther clears his throat to no avail and Gwaine cheerfully declares this meeting ajourned before ushering his wife towards to door. Uther glares at the sudden black screen. He oddly enough missed that kid Mordred. He somehow made things make more sense.
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