Thank you for your continued support for this and my other stories. This is the final installment for this fic. It was written mostly in one go.

I do not own Merlin or the characters.

Here goes...

Flashback...

Gwen marveled at the year that had just passed.

Three months after Arthur proposed to her, her best friend Morganna had her baby.

Merlin cried when he heard that his still fiancée had given him a son.

Gwen and Arthur were very happy for them, but it didn't stop Arthur Pendragon from riling Merlin up, by asking,

"Whose ears does he have? I hope for my nephew's sake, he has Morganna's."

Gwen admonished him for his silly words, making him promise to leave poor Merlin alone.

Three months after their son William was born, the two M's tied the knot in a beautiful, moving ceremony and Gwen started the process of planning her own.

During that time, she learned of Lance fathering a child to the young intern, she and Arthur briefly saw the night they went to the theatre.

Gwen couldn't care less. She just hoped that he had finally grown up and that he would heed her advice in staying away from her.

The day she and Arthur got married, was one of the most memorable days of their lives.

It dawned bright and beautiful and seeing as they opted for a garden wedding on Arthur's huge property, it was perfect.

Her aunt and her cousin Elyan, who was giving her away, had arrived two days before, to tie up loose ends.

Gwen had given her childhood home, that was being managed by her aunt, to her, as a gift for taking care of her after her parents died and for looking after the affairs of said home.

Her leased flat, that she lived in with Lance was bought by Arthur, with much protest from her, and consequently given to Elyan.

She was helped into her white Vera Wang Ball-Gown, off the shoulder, court train, tulle lace dress, by her best friend and soon to be sister-in-law, Morganna, and her aunt, who also helped her with her hair and makeup.

As she walked down the flower paved aisle, on the arm of her cousin, towards the love of her life, she couldn't help but get a bit misty-eyed.

She would give anything to have her parents there, on such a momentous day, to witness the profound love between her and Arthur.

Her eyes landed on him, as he stood proud and handsome in his black Brioni suit, with a dreamy expression on his face.

The forty-five minute ceremony didn't leave a dry eye of those who attended, and at the end the newlyweds and their guests headed to their reception, on the other side of the property, where a huge tent was set up, inclusive of beautifully decorated chairs, tables and a dance floor.

The speeches were hilarious, Morganna's and Merlin's to be specific. They both shared stuff from their school and college days, about the newly married couple, much to their embarrassment.

As the day wore on, Arthur got impatient. He wanted to head off to his honeymoon and be with his wife.

Needless to say, halfway through their reception, he bid the party goodbye and whisked his new wife off to a newly acquired property of his, in the countryside of London.

They spent a week there, locked away from the world, exploring each other and learning new things about each other.

By the end of the week, Gwen was the sorest she's ever been, in her nether regions, from the frequency in which Arthur took her. He was insatiable. He had an unlimited amount of stamina and a huge appetite for his new wife.

Two months later, Gwen discovered that she was pregnant.

The news brought tears to Arthur's eyes and huge smiles to the faces of the two M's.

Morganna declared that Gwen got pregnant on the first night of her and Arthur's honeymoon and after a while, Gwen started to believe it.

She remembered the way he took his time undressing her, kissing almost every part of her body and the way his eyes darkened as he looked deep into her brown orbs and entered her.

She remembered the slow languid way he made love to her that night. The long, deep strokes as he painstakingly thrust into her soaked womanhood.

For the rest of the week however, all bets were off, he took her anytime and anyplace. Sometimes it was hard and fast and other times it was fast, but deeply passionate.

Nine months, one week and two days after they tied the knot, Gwen gave birth to Andrew Pendragon.

Arthur bawled his eyes out and Merlin got his chance to rile him up.

Morganna was the proudest auntie ever. She vowed to spoil her nephew rotten and was sincerely glad that her son William had a little cousin to grow up with.

Henceforth, Arthur and Gwen deemed that day, the best day of their lives.

Present day...

Merlin and Morganna were still laughing as they made their way to Arthur and Gwen's den, to check on the boys.

Morganna was saying,

"God Merlin, did you see Arthur's face? He looked fit to murder Ruff. I think Gwen should keep Ruff in his kennel for a long time, away from Arthur, and only let him out when he's at work."

Merlin nodded his head, agreeing with his wife.

"I totally agree. I think the only reason Arthur hasn't gotten rid of Ruff yet, is because Andrew likes him, and that dog is fiercely loyal and protective of Gwen."

"I think so too," Morganna replied.

They entered the den, seeing the two boys sitting with their eyes locked on a television screen, a game console in each of their hands and avidly playing a game. They were so into the game they were playing, they didn't notice they had company.

The two M's made their way to a sofa and sat, chatting quietly, as they await their hosts.

Inside Arthur and Gwen's room, Gwen had just finished divesting him of his soiled clothes.

She wordlessly and efficiently went through his closet and picked out new duds for him to wear. Arthur on the other hand, sat quietly in his under shirt and underwear, in sock-clad feet, eying her every move.

He was still angry with the dog, but knowing of his son's and wife's attachment to it, he decided to let things be.

He stared at his wife, a thing he never got tired of doing, and as she bent over to pick up a shirt she had dropped, his thoughts turned carnal.

He quietly moved towards her, and just as she stood to put the shirt away, he gently grabbed her from behind and placed a scorching kiss on her neck.

Gwen jumped in surprise, finding herself in her husband's arms. The kiss on her neck warmed her from her soles up, leaving a tingling feeling all over.

He lifted her slightly, causing her to stand on her toes, and brought her round bum flush to him.

"Oh! Arthur? What's..."

Her words died as she felt his member hardened against her poised posterior.

A series of sucking kisses all over her neck and shoulders, and his huge hands holding her hips in place as he rub his swollen member against her, brought out feelings of deep desire and a guttural groan from her.

She lost herself in his shenanigans and started moving her bum in time with his movements.

She was so lost in the feeling, she didn't even realize that he had walked them forwards to the bed, until her legs hit it and she dropped forward, instinctively holding onto the bed.

Arthur was at the point of no return.

He wanted...no...needed his wife and he was going to have her, guests be damned.

The thought crossed his mind, that their door wasn't locked, but he tossed it quickly.

His son knew to knock first, besides, he had his cousin over, and they were most likely sat with their eyes glued to a television set somewhere inside the house, with the two M's supervising.

He pulled the zip on his wife's dress, exposing the beautiful caramel skin on her back and leaned over, placing a kiss on it. He felt the tremor that went through her body and smiled to himself.

He pulled her soft body back into his, removing her dress completely, leaving her in her lace bra and panty set.

His instincts turned primal then. In one swift move, her underwear was snapped and flung to the ground and her bra un-clasped and hanging on her arms.

Gwen wanted to protest when Arthur ripped her underwear off of her and tossed it, but such was the case when he was in these types of moods.

She knows that he will restore every piece of clothing belonging to her, that he destroys and buy extra in everything.

She felt his long fingers come around her legs, to rub and stroke her womanhood as his other hand busied itself with her breast, and found it hard to stifle the groan that escaped her.

This added fuel to the raging fire in Arthur Pendragon. He needed to be in his wife. He needed her like the air he breathes.

As his fingers play and stroke her, he said,

"I need you Guinevere. Can you feel how much I need you?"

Gwen couldn't answer, she shook her head in confirmation as he continued his ministrations. She almost cried as he removed his fingers from her wet flesh.

All of a sudden, she felt his painfully erect member land hot and heavy against her bum and she shivered.

She felt his hand pressing gently, but firmly on her back, and she complied by bending over and steadying herself on the bed. She waited for his entry, and wasn't disappointed when he buried himself inside of her.

Her womanhood welcomed him and as usual their coupling reminded her of the hand and glove expression...a strong connection and a perfect fit.

As he found his rhythm, hitting all of her spots, she completely surrendered and allowed her husband to have his way with her.

Almost an hour later...Andrew and William had finished their game, and was getting a bit restless.

Under her breath and just loud enough for Merlin to hear, Morganna asked,

"How long does it take to change into a new outfit? Are they making the clothes?"

Merlin blushed and a smirk crossed his face. He eyed the kids, noting that they were now huddled over a pile of building blocks, he cheekily whispered,

"They're making something...for sure."

Morganna looked at her husband, holding his gaze and it dawned on her, what he was speaking about.

A naughty smile spread across her pretty face. She quickly glanced at her son and her nephew, to see if they were still playing. Noting that they were, she said,

"I wouldn't put it past Arthur. Do you see the way he looks at Gwen? Poor thing. If looks could get a woman pregnant, Gwen would be with child every time he looks at her."

The two buried their faces in the cushions and laughed heartily. Just then, Andrew's little voice echoed in their ears.

"Where's mum...and dad? I'm hungry." The two M's sobered quickly. Morganna held out her arms to him and said,

"Your mum and dad are busy. Your dad needed to change his clothes, remember?" At that, mini Arthur shook his head.

"Well, mum is helping him to change. Come, let's get you and your cousin something to eat."

On that note, she promptly lifted him into her arms, indicating to her husband to do the same with their son, and headed to the kitchen.

Meanwhile, Arthur had changed positions and was barely hanging on.

A few seconds before, he watched his wife in the throes of passion, as she got her sweet release beneath him.

He could feel his own release closing in on him as he drilled her to their bed. He brought his strong arms around her middle, clasping them under her back, as he plowed into her.

His eyes landed on her pert breasts as they shook at every thrust, driving him closer and closer. Finally, he latched on to one, and his hips went into overdrive.

Seconds later, he tore his mouth away from her breast and cried out his release. Afterwards, they lay entwined in a sweaty heap, with Gwen combing her fingers through his damp hair.

Minutes later, he rolled off of her, and pulled her to him. Comfortable silence progressed for a while, until Arthur broke it by saying,

"Thank you Guinevere. I know you didn't plan...on us...doing...what we just did, but I really needed that, and you understood that...sometimes I think you know me better than I know myself. I love you, always."

Gwen was touched.

She lifted up and placed a sweet kiss on his lips.

"And I love you...always. You don't have to thank me Arthur. I'm your wife. I knew you were wound a little tight after what Ruff did, anyone would be. I'm just glad that I was here...oh my God Arthur...Morganna and Merlin...the kids...they must be wondering where we are."

Arthur shushed his wife.

"Relax Guinevere. The kids are fine, probably still playing and those two...I'm sure they already figured out what we're up to and just waiting for the right opportunity to say something cheeky. Now...let's take a shower, dress and go out to meet our guests."

At that, they rose from their bed and headed to the bathroom.

Half an hour later, they came down to find the kids, Morganna and Merlin, in the kitchen helping themselves to lunch.

Matching grins lit up the faces of the two M's.

Before either of the two could say anything, Gwen cleared her throat, nodded slightly from side to side and moved towards her son.

Arthur too locked eyes with them, his holding a warning and they both, grudgingly on Morganna's part, heeded it.

He went on then to place food in two plates, for him and his wife, prompting them to sit and join the others in the afternoon meal.

Later, after lunch, they were all lounging in the den, watching a movie for kids.

Morganna and Gwen were sitting together, whilst Merlin and Arthur sat on each side of them. Morganna pulled Gwen into a standing position and said,

"We will be right back."

With that, they moved off and left their husbands with confused looks on their faces.

Inside the kitchen, Morganna turned to her best friend, who also turned to her. Eyeing each other suspiciously, and both wanting to say something to the other, they both blurted,

"I'm pregnant."

They both stood still, each holding the other's gaze, and seeing no jest. Seconds later, they were both laughing and hugging each other, as happy tears flowed from their eyes.

After they had composed themselves, Morganna asked,

"How far along are you?" Gwen replied, "Six weeks." Looking pointedly at Morganna's stomach, she in turn asked,

"And you?"

A slow smile graced Morganna's features. She rubbed her hands in glee, as she happily replied,

"Almost eight weeks." The two friends squealed in delight, and embraced each other. Morganna pulled back and suggested,

"Let's tell our husbands together...right now." Gwen thought it over for a few seconds, then replied,

"There's no time like the present. Let's go."

They entered the den holding hands and stood in front of their husbands. They looked at each other, and Merlin and Arthur did the same.

With an encouraging squeeze of the hand, on each part, the two girls exclaimed, "We're pregnant!" rendering both their husbands speechless.

In the background, little Andrew was heard asking his cousin William, "What's pregnant?"

That's it for this story. I'm not quite sure how pleased I am about this chapter, but I have a lot going on right now. Tragedy came to our family in the form of my cousin losing her husband, whilst he was on his job. Both she and her son are devastated, but trying to hold on. Other things have happened, that has caused me a bit of stress, but nothing like what has happened to my cousin.

Still, I hope it was good enough. Much love to you.