Chapter 10:

"..." talking

'...' thinking

It had been not even two weeks sence Irina had came to Camelot and she and Galahad had been driveing everybody nuts. Morgan was in the infimary stocking up on hearbs when she heard the aruging comeing down the stairs. Galahad came down with a piece of cloth wrapped around his arm and Irina followed him with a bow in hand. Morgan sighed and walked over to them.

"What happened?" She lead Galahad over to a table and began to clean his wond.

"I was useing my bow and arrowsand Galahad was standing to close to the target and my arrow scratched his arm." Irian explaned, still glaring at Galahad.

"You are such a liar, I wasen't standing near the target!" He defended. "Besides does this look like a scratch?" The wond wasen't really very deep and no stiches were needed. Galahad had always been the dramatic one, Morgan tried to cover up her laugh but was caught. He glared at her and she continued to dress his arm.

"You are such a baby, you probally had wors wonds then that when you were in service."

'O gods it would be so much easer to argue with him if he didn't look so cute. Don't think like that Irina, he get's on your nerves and drives you mad.' She sighed and walked back up the stairs. Galahad watched as she left. He really hated to argue with her but if she figured out that he liked her she would never let him live it down. Morgan watched there eyesand noticed a gleame in thembut it quickly fadded. She wondered if it was love that she saw, it would explane all the fights but never staying away from eachother. She would once again have to play matchmaker for her friends.

Ceres layed in her and Gawains bed, trying to figure out how to tell Gawain that she was pregnat. Morgan had stopped my earlier that morning and told her the wonderful news. Did Gawain want children? they had only been married for a few weeks. Gawain came into there room, he had been throwing daggers with Tristan and by his sour mood she guessed Tristan had beat him again. He sat down in a chair by the bed and sighed. Ceres smiled and walked over to her husband and sat on his lap.

"Did you lose?" She asked resting her head on his shoulder. He brought his arms around her waist and rested his head ontop of hers

"Yea, I don't know how he does it."

"He aims for the middle." She smiled when she heard him chuckled. "Gawain?"

"Hmmmm." She bit her bottom lip and took a deep breath.

"I'm pregnat." He went very still, she lifted her head from his shoulder and stared into his blue eyes. Gawain cuped her face in his hands and kissed her deeply. Ceres moaned into his mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck. After a few minuts Gawain pulled back enough to look at her face.

"Are you sure?" She nodded her head, Gawain smiled and picked her up gently and laid her on there bed. "I love you." He murmered against her neck.

"I love you too."

When Galahad left the infimary Morgan made her way to Arthurs and Guineveres rooms to check on her. She was due some time soon and she checked on her everyday. Morgan knocked softly and entered the room.

"Morgan I need to get out of this bloody room." Guinevere complaned. Arthur had insisted that she laied in bed till the baby was born, at the pleding look from her brother Morgan agreed and Guin had been in her chambers for two days.

"Guin, you have been here for two days, you just need to relaxe, for the baby." Guinevere nodded and smiled. Morgan smiled and placed her hand on her stomac. "Guin, have you been feeling any pain today?" She smiled, if her answer was what she thought it was...

"Yes, alittle."

"Your going into labor." Guinevere's jaw droped and she look shocked.

"Ar-e you su-re?" She stamered. Morgan nodded and Guinevere smiled. "I need Arthur, I can't do this on my own." She sounded worried and Morgan thought this was the first time that she had ever seen the usally calm and feerless woman worry.

"Just stay calm and i'll go get him." Guin nodded but the fear of giveing birth was still etched in her young face. Morgan nodded and walked out of the room insearch of her brother. She spoted Tristan and stoped him. "Guinevere is going into labor, where isArthur." Tristan seemed to be in shock, his mouth was hanging open slightly. He quickly recovered and pointed toward the roundtable room.

"Do you want me to get him?"

"Yea, thanks. I'll also need a few nurses." Tristan nodded and walked back to get Arthur. Morgan shook her haead and walked back in to check on Guinevere. She was laying in bed and was breathing harder now. "Is the pain stronger?" Guinever nodded her head and shut her eyes. "squeze my hand." Guin grabed her hand and aquezed, when the pain lessened her grip loosend and her breathing went back to nomal. Arthur burst into the room and walked over to his wife and kissed her sweaty brow.

"You did this to me." She didn't really put any force into her words so Arthur knew she wasen't mad at him...yet. He brushed some of her hair out of her face and laced his fingers with his own. Another pain came and her grip tightened on his hand. "O gods your never touching me again!" Arthur cringed but kept leting her yell at him and grip his hand.

A few hours later Guinevere was resting peacfully and Arthur held his new born daughter, Viviane, in his arms. Morgan smiled and kissed her nieces brown and went up on tiptoes and kissed Arthurs cheek. Arthur smiled and Morgan left the room. When she steped out of the room the Knights, Irina,Vanora and Ceres all looked ar her. Morgan smiled at them.

"It's a girl." Ceres, Vanora and Irian all sqeled in delight while the Knights rolled there eyes at how imature they were being. Morgan smiled and walked over to Lancelot and wrapped her arms around his waist. "I'm tired." She mumbled into his chest. It was still daylight but she had been going at it non stop sence early that morning. Lancelot smiled and wispered into her ear.

"Come, you need your rest." Morgan nodded and Lancelot led her into there chambers. She didn't bother puting on a nightdress and just laid down on there bed. Lancelot laied down next to her and held her in his arms.

"Lance, do you want children?" Her eyes were closed but she was very much awake. Lancelot thought about it for a moment.

"Yes." Morgan smiled.

"Good."

I'm so sorry for takeing so long, but bare with me.