I don't own Merlin, just Aleyn (Ale-in) and Lyla (Lie-la)
10 months after the disappearance of Merlin.
Arthur paced up and down the room. Lancelot was sitting there his son, Aleyn, resting in his arms. The baby fussed, feeling the tension in the air. Arthur had barely slept since Merlin went missing. Hunith had returned to Ealdor, everything was reminding her that her son was probably dead. Gwen had taken it upon herself for the care of the king, only taking 4 days off to have her baby. Arthur did not mind having baby Aleyn around, he enjoyed holding the small fellow.
"Sire, you need to sit down. You will make Aleyn upset." Lancelot said, snuggling his son. Arthur looked upon Lancelot with jealousy, he had his Gwen and his child, he was a knight and lived well. Arthur felt as though he had lost everything when they could not find Merlin, like his world was destroyed.
"Lancelot, may I hold him?" Arthur asked, stepping towards the father and son.
"May I ask why, Sire?" Lancelot questioned.
"He helps with his nerves." Gwen said, returning. "Aleyn calms Arthur, he won't lose his mind and run everyone through when he is holding him." She explained.
"What she said." Arthur nodded. Lancelot nodded and handed the king his son. Arthur grinned at the baby and walked around the council room with him. The king cooed slightly, distracting himself from his life with a baby. The door swung open and Leon and Gwaine scurried in.
"Sire, we have located a castle, 3 days time from here. Morgana may be harboring Merlin there." Gwaine explained.
"Saddle the horse. I want the best of my men, all but Lancelot, to come." Arthur ordered. Lancelot looked from the baby in Arthur's arms to Gwen; a silent conversation was said between their eyes.
"Sire, I am coming with you." Lancelot argued.
"Lancelot, you have a family a young wife and an infant son. I can't let you go risking your life." Arthur retorted.
"Sire, Nothing is going to happen to me, besides Gwaine, I am the best sword fighter. I can deal with Morgana." Lancelot stood.
"I don't have time to argue with you about this. Do as you wish." With that, they mounted their horse, Arthur on Llamrei, the same horse Merlin rode off that night, and galloped west, towards the castle.
"You are good with her." Morgana smiled at her baby's father. Even though she had hated him in the beginning, she had grown fond of Merlin. She had him pressed under her thumb like a tact. Every little thing that he did out of line could result in the death of the innocent baby that he cradled in his arms.
"She is a good baby." He cooed at the 3 week old child. Morgana came over and placed her head on Merlin's shoulder. She had begun to love the warlock; he was kind, even to her. He kept her warm at night as they lie together, the way man and wife would.
"I do like the name you gave her. It is so soft and sweet but with a bite, Lyla. It really is pretty." Morgana complemented, stroking the warlocks back. "Come, put our child to bed and come lay with me."
After the deed was done; Morgana laid her head on Merlins heaving chest. She drew circles on his lower abdomen. Morgana kissed his neck and sucked slightly. After spending almost a year with her, Merlin had learned just to enjoy the pleasure he felt.
"Merlin, why don't we have another child?" She asked, mounting him again.
"Anything you want, Morgana." He smiled, imagining Arthur on top of him. As though on cue, Arthur burst down the door. He gasped at the sight of his half-sister on top of his husband. Before she knew what happened, Arthur ran Excalibur through her heart.
"Merlin." Arthur grabbed his husband, pulling him into a hug. "We can talk about you sleeping with me sister later, put these on." Arthur shoved the cloths into his hands. Merlin obeyed and was quickly dressed.
"Now, let's go." Arthur grabbed Merlin's arm.
"Not without Lyla I don't." Merlin protested, running down the flaming corridors to his daughters room. He flung open the door and scooped up the crying baby. Arthur stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Merlin with the infant in his arms.
"Is she…?" Arthur began.
"Yes, she is." Merlin hugged her tightly to his chest and grabbed Arthur's arm. They sprinted out of the stone castle right before it collasped in flames. All of the knights regrouped near the forest.
"Merlin!" Gwaine called and hugged his best friend. "And who is this cutie?" He stroked Lyla's face.
"My daughter, Lyla." All of the knights looked taken back.
"Wait, if you are the father.. then who is the mother?" Percival asked.
"Her mother is Morgana." Merlin hugged the baby closer to his chest.
"Then we kill it." Arthur said, all eyes looked at the king, shocked by what they just heard.
DUN DUN DUNNNN Will Arthur kill baby Lyla? YOU WILL DECIDE WITH YOUR REVIEWS.