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A/N: I do not own anything apart from Ellie and the new un-named (well to you un-named) child.

Chapter Two

"Has your Father proposed any ideas of marriage to you as you are of age?" Morgana asked she knew that this subject was inevitable and that they had to stop batting about the bush and bring it out in the open. She also wanted to know what Uther had done about this notion since her departure.

"Not as much as he should be, I think the mess that you left him in, turned him off the idea. Everyone believes that you ran away because you didn't want to marry any of the suitors that my Father chose for you, no has related the simultaneous departure of Merlin with you. He regrets what he did to you Morgana, although he is too proud to admit it. It's interesting though, when you and Merlin came to tell me you were leaving Camelot, I never expected that a year and a half later, you would be married with a child and another on the way."

"What can I say; it was my dazzling looks and witty charm!" Merlin complimented himself; Hunith shook her head at her son's remark and shared a look with Morgana who was rocking Ellie to sleep in her arms. Arthur smiled at Merlin's usual light-humour character which was typically Merlin.

"If Gaius was here, he would slap you across the head." Arthur commented he looked over to Morgana, seeking permission to do so, who nodded in response. Upon receiving the signal he mimicked Gaius by 'gently' (well it was Arthur's version of gentle and not Merlin's) slapping Merlin over the head, who left the victim rubbing the side of his head that had suffered from the blow. Hunith rolled her eyes at the men and yawned, deciding that it was time she left the young adults to themselves and go to bed. Morgana who sat next to her mother-in-law yawned in response, subconsciously agreeing it was time for her to sleep as well. Hunith leant over from her position on the floor to her grandchild in her daughter's arms and kissed the child's forehead, then kissed Morgana's forehead and then brought her into her embrace.

"Sleep well my dears." Arthur watched on as Hunith said goodnight to her daughter-in-law and her granddaughter before she stood up and bowed her head towards the Prince, remembering her place in society as a customary action. Arthur left his place from the ground and walked over to her and hugged her, catching her off guard.

"Thank you for letting me stay the night in your home Hunith, I am grateful for your hospitality." She smiled at him, glad to have a person such as Arthur for a Prince; she placed her hands on either side of his face and slightly lowered his head to place a gentle kiss on his forehead. An action not appropriate for someone of her class to her Prince but he did not reject it; in fact he rather liked the motherly love shown to him by Merlin's mother.

"Goodnight Merlin." She turned to make her way to the bed when her son looked at her retreating back with confusion written across his face.

"What about me?"

"What about you?" She had turned around to face him in her response to his question.

"Don't I get a kiss?" Merlin pouted his lips towards his mother, he knew it was pathetic, he didn't need a kiss from his Mother, but Arthur had gotten one. "You kissed everyone else, even Arthur."

"Stop being such a baby Merlin." Arthur sniggered from his place back on the floor to which he returned. "You have one of those for your own." Hunith bent down and kissed Merlin's forehead, whispering a goodnight to him and was about to make her way to her bed when she spoke directly to Arthur.

"He's my baby." Her comment made Arthur chuckle, while Merlin pouted more. Morgana smiled sleepily at the scene and shuffled over to Merlin and Arthur. She hugged her foster-brother lazily, who in return pulled her in tighter while still being mindful of the baby that was between them. They separated and he looked down at the baby who was barely awake but awake enough to gaze up at him and pat her forehead. He raised an eyebrow and searched for the answers in her parents.

"She wants you to kiss her forehead. Everyone does it before she goes to sleep, it's customary." Merlin answered, suggesting him to do the same. Arthur bent down and awkwardly kissed her forehead, and felt her patting his face when he was close to her. As he resumed his sitting position, Merlin bent down to his daughter, kissing her forehead and then the rest of her face before Ellie could slap him away, too tired to play his games. He placed one final kiss on her forehead before kissing her mother, gently but firmly, causing Arthur to look away to give them their privacy.

Morgana left the two friends and went to the other side of the house, near where Hunith was resting. There was a wooden handmade crib that lay on the ground at the head of a bunch of blankets and pillows that looked like a makeshift bed. Arthur and Merlin remained silent as they watched Morgana attempt to set Ellie down into her crib, but the child started fussing, throwing her arms and legs around and letting out a cry until her mother gave up. Morgana let out a sigh and looked towards Merlin; she placed the baby down on the blankets next to her and blew out the candles that lit up the side of the house where they were sleeping in. Morgana settled down beside the baby, pulling the blankets up so it would cover her and her child before attempting to sleep.

"Since she took my side of the bed, it looks like I'm going to have to sleep with you." Merlin spoke in a hushed whisper, a single candle lighting his face for Arthur to see that he meant it in a humorous manner. "She does that every time we try and get her in the crib when she is awake, we have to wait until she falls asleep to put her in."

"How old is she?"

"She is about 9 months old; she was born in late September."

"You only left in December!" He said shocked, careful to keep his voice low. "I thought that you two only left Camelot because Morgana couldn't stand those dreams anymore and needed to get away."

The King's Ward burst into the door of the Physician's Chambers, searching the room for the warlock who was the only person that could even start to understand what she was going through. The nightmares that Morgana were haunted by, prevented her from sleeping through the night, and she was lucky to get four hours of sleep in a row. Merlin had come clean to her about his magic after she had witnessed it in her dreams, and although she had been mad and assumed that he couldn't trust her with his secret, the revelation left them with a person to talk to, someone who could understood the other.

"Merlin?" She called out, knowing that the Physician was out on an emergency outbreak in the lower towns and wouldn't be back until the illness was eradicated from Camelot, in fear of the royal family coming down with the fatal ailment. The warlock responded to her call by coming out of his room and was making his way down the short distance of steps when she ran over to him and latched on to him like her life depended on it.

"I've had enough Merlin of these stupid dreams." She sat on the steps with her head in her hands. "I can't sleep, I can't tell anyone, and it's driving me up the wall." Merlin sat down next to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close in a comforting manner.

"What did you see?"

"A better life." She simply stated, raising her head out of her hands with a slight blush on her cheeks. Embarrassed of her slight breakdown and the dream on which she had no choice but to reveal.

"You saw your own future; usually you only see the futures of others."

"Well…it was indeed my future…and yours. We were in your mother's house; it was night time because the room was lit with candles. I was leaning back on you, my back against your chest; your hands were on my stomach, which was swollen with child." She met his eyes, the blush growing on her face.

"You were pregnant with our child?" He asked incredulously, their child, a child born of a King's Ward and the Prince's manservant, a practically impossible child.

"I placed my hands over yours and the baby kicked. I looked up to you and your eyes lit up and this big contagious smile took possession of your face, I knew the same features were mirrored on my face – I felt truly happy. Then you kissed me."

Merlin was shocked of what the dream revealed of their future. The dream seemed impossible in the view of their positions of power and his destiny. Although they did seem happy… "What do we do about my destiny?"

"To be honest Merlin, I don't think anything is going to happen to your destiny if you go away while Arthur is Prince, with Uther as King, nothing is going to happen. Merlin I don't know how far in the future this dream takes place but I just need to get away from Camelot for some undetermined about of time. We'll go visit your mother for the winter and you can return once the snow has melted."

"What will you do? What do we tell Arthur? How will Uther react? Morgana have you really thought this through?"

"I don't know, but I have faith in my dreams and I can't let destiny, whether it yours or mine ruin my life waiting around for it to happen. Sitting around may actually prevent destiny from happening because we were not doing something were supposed to."

Merlin sighed in defeat. "I have only one condition." He stated, promising to leave with her if she abided him this one thing. "We tell Arthur the truth about everything, we can't lie to him."

Morgana nodded, swearing to keep her promise. "He'll be our King." Merlin stood up as they were going to leave for Ealdor immediately and they had errands to run before they could do so. He turned around to help Morgana up, unaware that she had gotten up by herself and was standing right behind him. She was looking up at him, standing so close that he could feel her body against his. He bowed his head to meet her lips, a kiss which wasn't their first and would certainly not be their last.


Morgana woke with a start, not because of the dream that she had just seen but because she had felt the physical connection with her child break. She opened her eyes to see Merlin pick up their child and hush the stirring child in hopes of prevent her from waking up. They both relaxed as the baby didn't wake and he placed her in the crib successfully. As Merlin tucked the child into the crib, Morgana sluggishly sat up in the makeshift bed and stretched out to grab a spare blanket reserved for winter and throw it over to Arthur, who caught the blanket with expertise skill. She reached out for the pillow that her daughter had been sleeping on, Merlin's pillow, and threw it to Arthur, satisfied that he had enough to sleep somewhat comfortably.

"What did you see?" A phrase that Merlin commonly used with her dreams.

"Arthur's coronation." She paused, eyeing Arthur. "It takes place the day after tomorrow."

"What?" Arthur said breathlessly. He started to unravel himself in the cocoon that he had developed from the blankets, to get up and immediately leave for Camelot. "I have get back to Camelot now."

"Arthur, stop this nonsense. Its night, you won't be able to find your horse in the dark yet alone ride back to Camelot." Arthur stopped as he listened to the reasoning of his foster-sister, realising how futile his attempt to get home would be. "Merlin can use his magic to transport you to the forest on the outskirts of Camelot tomorrow in a matter of minutes." Arthur sighed as he accepted defeat and settled back into his bed.

Morgana felt her husband shift behind her, pulling her down to lie with him. Since they had one pillow between the two of them, his body was flush against hers, which didn't bother either of them as they would end up like that every other night. Arthur leant over and blew out the candle, plunging the room into the darkness of the night.