Arthur buttoned his lips shut like a piece of paper stapled to a wall. Dutifully, he stood behind Gwen attempting to zipper her skirt closed.

They just won't fit. This zipper is fighting me. I can't say anything. I don't want to upset her. Things are amazing. But, her bump is showing… big time.

"Do I need to hold my breath?"

You can't suck in two babies, Darling. Don't say a word, Arthur.

Arthur wiped his hand over her bum. "Oops, I just wiped lotion over the back of your skirt. Sorry Love. What about that cottony rollover skirt thing… the grey one with your pink jumper with a matching camisole?"

Turning her head, Gwen stared at her husband. "What... did you just style me?"

"I read Vogue….I'm committed to making things work between us."

Turing in Arthur's arms, Gwen kissed his lips lightly.

"I do love you. A, my skirt is way too small. B, thank you for trying to spare my feelings over my growing mound… C, you owe me a skirt for wiping lotion over my bum. D, don't ever change, Arthur."

Smiling, Gwen stroked his cheek. Arthur's hand moved to rest on their babies. "Since, I've been good. Can you move back into our bedroom?'

"Maybe."

"Better than no."

"Maybe is a nice no."

"It's also a weak yes."

"You make me laugh."

Arthur decided that he liked the bump between them.

"See, I use to make you cry…. things are better."

"They are."

"How about after lunch… we buy you a few things … just jeans, skirt, dresses, jumpers to hold you over."

"I'm unemployed with mounting legal fees, "Gwen joked.

"Next time… choose better counsel."

Gwen spread her fingers on Arthur's cotton covered chest. She felt his heartbeat for a moment. "We won't have a next time. Gwaine was your idea."

Arthur closed his eyes and breathed deeply. "I'm not brilliant all of the time.

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Biting her bottom lip, Gwen watched Arthur eating a huge steak with salad as they lunched in a restaurant in Notting Hill. Her hands shook a bit as she thought over her questions. Should she ask him so soon? Maybe, they should wait for a few more weeks to go by?

No, we're partners this time. It's not Gwen as a passenger in Arthur's sports car. We're charting the route together.

"Arthur?"

"Hum?"

"Do you want to know if we are expecting boy-boy-girl-girl, or boy-girl?"

Arthur placed his fork on his plate. "I want to know. I don't want any surprises. And you?"

"I want to know," Gwen gushed.

"Well speak to our doctor during our next visit?"

"Our doctor?"

Arthur nodded. "Our doctor."

Gwen decided to wait to ask Arthur her other question. She was a bit too happy at the moment.

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Arthur was worse than Charlie in the Chocolate factory during their shopping outing. He just grabbed everything that he liked. A young cute sales clerk mooned over him, and rushed to find my clothing. Gwen stood with her mouth slightly ajar as he selected blouses, jumpers, skirts. With his sweet smile, "Pick out what you like… these are my favorite outfits."

"You're not choosing my clothes."

Arthur shook his head. "Nope, I really like these… what do you like? Pick something. They might not look good on. Clothing is tricky. I loved those bikinis. I didn't like them on it public."

"Arthur Pendragon…"

"I'm going to watch football on my mobile, and wait for the fashion show."

"Are you okay?'

"Never better."

"Okay, I'll be quick."

'Don't rush."

"I'm hungry… we're hungry."

Arthur offered Gwen his lopsided toothy grin. "This is fun… we have to pick a theme for the nursery."

Gwen cocked her head to the side. "Oh, my…"

Arthur strolled away. "Buy a new coat… going to New York."

Gwen's brows knitted together. "Why?"

That Central Park… mashed potatoes… Parade thing. Thanksgiving, you always wanted to go. We won't be able to go for a while with the babies. We can watch from the penthouse."

Gwen flushed with happiness.

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Arthur smiled when he found Gwen's purchases on their bed with a simple note.

You put it away. Before, I retire in our room.

Love,

G.

Quickly, Arthur began pulling clothing from her bags.