A/N: short but sweet; this is my favorite chapter so far! I hope ya'll love it as well :)
Timeline: about 2-2.5 years after the knights arrive in Britain
Disclaimer: Ch. 1
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"Congratulations," Lancelot grinned, clapping Bors warmly on the shoulder.
"Thanks," Bors replied. He looked down at the baby cradled in his arms and smiled softly at it.
"How's Vanora doing?" Lionel asked.
"She says if I ever get her pregnant again, she'll cut off my balls," Bors laughed.
"Can I hold her?" Gawain asked, standing on his tiptoes to peer at the baby in Bors's arms.
"Sit down," Tristan prompted, pressing a hand on Gawain's shoulder and pushing him onto the nearest bench.
"I'm not going to drop her," Gawain protested, but obeyed. Slowly, Bors lowered the baby into the boy's arms. "Wow," Gawain breathed, blue eyes wide as he stared down at the baby in his arms. "She's so… little."
"Well, if she were any bigger, it would've been even harder for Vanora to push her out of"—
"Lancelot!" Artorius said sharply.
"What?" the dark-haired knight asked innocently. He was met with a stern glare from their commander, and promptly shut up.
"Can I?" Artorius turned to Bors, ignoring the teenager beside him.
Bors nodded, and Artorius moved over to Gawain. He bent down and carefully took the newborn from Gawain's arms. "She is little," Artorius laughed. "The lightest thing I've picked up in a while."
Bors laughed as Lancelot moved to peer at the baby in Artorius's arms. "Can I"—
"No," Bors and Artorius said in unison.
Lancelot rolled his eyes and sat down next to Gawain. "It's bad luck, you know," the bronze-haired boy said seriously, looking at the child in Artorius's arms.
"What is?" Artorius asked.
"For Bors and Vanora," Gawain clarified. "To have had a girl first."
"What?" Lancelot laughed. The other knights reacted with amusement at the youngest's statement.
"I'm serious," Gawain exclaimed. "My father always said it's bad luck if the firstborn is a girl."
Bors snorted. "Like what?"
"I don't know," Gawain shrugged. "He was always saying how lucky he was that I came first, because it meant he was blessed with warriors instead of women. Mother always used to hit him for saying it."
Bors threw back his head and laughed. "Well, if this little one is anything at all like 'er mother, I could probably train her up as a warrior."
"If Vanora lets you," Lancelot snorted.
"Eh, she'd be proud to have a little fighter-girl to 'er name," Bors joked.
Smiling, Artorius handed the baby back to Bors. "Thank you," he said softly.
"For what?" Bors asked, confused.
"For reminding me why I fight," Artorius smiled.