Character/s:Arthur, Merlin, OC(s)
Summary:Merlin takes Bethany bra shopping. Disaster can only come of this. Same verse as The Talk, Grown Up , and What I Was, I Still do
Warnings:N/a at the moment
Author's Notes:Hugs to Arthur and Merlin!daddies everywhere.
The one thing Merlin hated about his sense of balance was that when he was uncomfortable he would loose it completely. Of course now buried hip deep in a pile of lacy unmentionables, his fingers tangled in the soft contours of satin straps, the best he could do was pretend it was perfectly normal for him to be there and that he wasn't some crazy man playing in ladies' nickers. Although to be fair he had quite a few friends that did that sort of thing and they weren't really bad nor was their anything wrong with that. It just wasn't his thing and he didn't want the department head to throw him out before his daughter could successfully make her purchases.
Gwen said this would be easy. She said all he had to do was find a woman with a name tag and a tape measure. Then ask her to help his Bethany get her first set of bras. That part seemed to go fine, even if his Bethy blushed fifteen shades of red just walking into the store.
The problems started when Merlin was left on his own while the trained sales associate took his little girl to go get fitted. It really wasn't supposed to be a grand display of Merlin's inability to stand on his own two feet. It was just that his mind started to wander while he waited. Wander about certain things and how they would look on a certain blond. The shop thankfully deserted, he only wanted to feel what it might have felt like if his husband were to maybe have on a pair of the prettier red silk ones in the sales basket. It wasn't really his thing... but imagining Arthur clad in only something so smooth and soft. Hmmm. The idea had merit.
It was at that moment another clerk cleared her throat behind Merlin. "May I help you sir?"
A wall of frilly women's lingerie greeted his head and there Merlin sat proudly waiting for his little girl while buried hip deep in lacy unmentionables.
"Pa." She looked up at him on the way to the car.
"Yes Bethy?" Merlin hid his special purchase in his pocket.
"Thank you for taking me."
"No need to thank me dearest. " Merlin give her a gentle kiss on the top of her head. Soon she would be too tall for him to reach.
"You do realize that seeing you with a bra on your head made me forget my own insecurities."
Was she was trying to make him feel better about his embarrassment? Honestly what did Merlin do to deserve a daughter like this? "Anytime you need me to rummage through first time delicate purchases, let me know. I'll be right there for you."
A week later Merlin stumbled through a pharmacy very unintentionally knocking over a tampon display.