Morgana walked into their home and ploped the keys in the dish near the door. She sat on the couch with a sigh and watched as Merlin bustled around their house, trying to put things away. "Okay?" He asked. "Just tired." Morgana responded, closing her eyes and resting her head back. Merlin joined her on the couch and said, "One thing we haven't discussed is baby names! Come on, what do you have in mind?" He stroked her belly and she said "Well, I really loved Patrick, Peter, Thomas, and Amelia." Merlin gasped when she said Amelia and Patrick. He smiled and said, "Imagine having a little baby named Amelia or Patrick! I love them!" He was beaming. "Those were my favorites as well." Morgana responded.
They turned on the telly and watched whatever was on. Neither were very hungry. Merlin arose with a start, they had fallen asleep on the couch. He looked down and saw Morgana, he chest rising and falling. He slowly got up and picked up Morgana. He carried her to their bedroom. Merlin laid her in bed and sleep soon overcame him as well.
Merlin awoke at 8:30 and rose to make breakfast for himself. He wasn't exactly sure what crazy meal Morgana wanted that day and decided to wait until she got up. Merlin ate and went back to their bed, absentmindedly scrolling through his social media accounts on his phone. He looked over to Morgana to see her stirring, about to wake up. Merlin watched her until she woke up and said in a hoarse, morning voice, "Morning, love." She looked up at him and smiled. He watched her and put his hand on his wife's abdomen in time to feel their unborn child kick. Merlin smiled at Morgana and thought about how much he loved his wife and how much he already loved this little child growing inside of her. Their little child.