A/N: Firstly, thank you for all of the reviews! I must admit that at one point it seemed as if no-one was reviewing and it's quite a disparaging feeling. Anyway, in this chapter, Arthur will be told by Guinevere that he is going to be a daddy and he's going to find out the reason why Morgana keeps visiting his father! Please remember this is an AU story, so some things will have changed. This chapter is in Arthur's POV. I don't OWN Merlin!

Merlin and Freya shot me worried looks as I looked towards the doors to the mess hall. From the moment, I had said goodbye to Guinevere, I had started to worry and as the time passed slowly the worry I felt for her health seemed to increase.

Lieutenant Walker had, of course, noticed my inattention earlier but he didn't seem too angry. Instead, he had given me more work to do. I think he was trying to my mind occupied for a while and I couldn't but he thankful to him for it. Despite the fact I was looking at the blue prints for a plan (which I would have normally enjoyed), I couldn't have cared less. All I could think of was Guinevere.

When dinner had been announced and Guinevere still hadn't turned up, I couldn't help but feel nervous and worried.

"Arthur, she'll be back. She's probably been held up." Merlin told me, as he noticed me looking at the door yet again.

Despite how worried I felt, I nodded to Merlin. It was, of course, for Merlin's benefit rather than mine. Merlin had tried throughout the day to take my mind away from Guinevere being at the doctors but he couldn't.

"Yeah." I told him, still looking at the door.

It wasn't too much longer before I saw Guinevere walk through the mess hall door. The sight of her brought a smile to my lips and I immediately felt calmer.

As she spotted me looking, she gave me a broad smile. One that lit up her entire face and in that moment, I knew that whatever Dr Gaius had told her wasn't serious or detrimental to her health. I quickly stood up and began to walk towards her before reaching her in the middle.

As soon as I had reached her, Guinevere pulled into an embrace. I quickly returned the hug bringing her closer to me and as we clung to each other, I couldn't help but wish time would just stand still.

The moment was perfect. Nothing seemed to matter, apart from us. My Father's very apparent disproval of my wife, this bloody war all seemed to be away from us.

As we broke apart, I realised with a smile that Guinevere seemed look absolutely and utterly content. The look of happiness on her face complimented her delicate features beautifully and it gave her a glowing look.

"Guinevere," I breathed as my hands cupped her face, softly, "What did he say?"

There was desperation and urgency in my tone and I could see Guinevere had noticed it. She immediately answered me and when she did, I felt my heart jump in my chest.

"He told me that I'm pregnant, Arthur." She told me, simply, sounding quite amazed.

I almost wanted to ask whether what I thought she had just said was true but her smile and bright eyes, told me that it was true.

The smile on my face seemed to widen (which I wouldn't have thought possible) and as I gazed at Guinevere, I felt as if my heart would burst in pride and love for the woman before me.

Her love was the greatest thing she could have ever bestowed upon me but as soon as she had mentioned that she was pregnant, my love for her had seemed to get stronger. Something which I had never felt possible….

"Oh, Guinevere. That's amazing!" I exclaimed to her, still smiling.

At my words, Guinevere's eyes filled with tears but I could tell they weren't through sadness but happiness as her eyes seemed to sparkle with love.

Throughout all of this, Guinevere and I was oblivious to the attention we were receiving off our fellow colleague's but as we leaned into each other to kiss passionately, the cat calls and whistles seemed to finally break through.

As Guinevere heard the whoops and whistles, she blushed in embarrassment and I couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. The crimson blush of embarrassment was visible on her cheek and I could see it making its way down her neck.

Despite the fact nearly everyone's attention in mess hall was on us, we didn't really care. We were embarrassed but in a good way.

We made our way to where I was sitting and we soon sat down next to each other. Whilst we did want to kiss (and we had been rudely interrupted), I also wanted to talk to Guinevere about our little baby.

I started to smile stupidly at the thought. Merlin, who was near us, seemed to notice that something was going on as he had noticed the smiles we were shooting each other. Freya, I think, had gone to collect something from the barracks.

"I take it the doctor's appointment went well?" Merlin asked us, smiling.

We nodded in unison and I looked questioningly to Guinevere to see if I could tell him about the baby and she gave me a smile and nodded, happily.

"It was excellent. Guinevere's having a baby!" I couldn't help the happiness in my voice and as I had said this, Merlin's grin answered what I had said.

"That's great news, mate." He told me, before noticing Freya coming through the door.

Both Guinevere and I turned to look to Freya when we realised that Merlin seemed to look quite gobsmacked.

When we noticed something looked knitted in her hand, my brow seemed to knit together in confusion.

She soon spotted us before coming and sitting down. Upon further inspection, it seemed that in her hand was a knitted baby's jumper.

Freya soon noticed what we were looking at and gave us a sheepish smile before speaking to us.

"I realised once you had gone, Gwen, that you were pregnant. This was initially for my sister but…" She told us, trailing off.

Freya's sister, I believe, had died a couple months before Guinevere had arrived at the airfield and although, Freya didn't seem to mention her sister a lot, she had told us that she had been pregnant when she had died. Guinevere had been sympathetic and supportive but it was obvious that Freya didn't like talking about her sister.

"I want you to have this, Gwen. Well, more your baby but you get the idea." She told us, as she handed Guinevere the little yellow garment. I could tell Freya was embarrassed but her smile showed me that she was happy for us, too.

Guinevere looked to the garment in her hands and as soon started crying. I could tell by the way Guinevere had looked at the jumper that the gesture meant a great deal to her just as it had to me. It was a couple of seconds later before Guinevere thanked Freya and she had also hugged her, too, which had startled Freya a bit.

LEAVE- A WEEK LATER

Guinevere had decided for her leave to visit Tom and I thought it was a brilliant idea. Not only would she see her Father properly for the first time since our wedding but she would also see her brother, Elyan.

We had found out a couple of days after our wedding that Elyan had been hold up due his ship being a main target for German bombs. Elyan, I had found out from Guinevere, was in the Royal navy and was a constant target for the enemy. Apparently, they were forced to dock before they had reached the port near us. Guinevere hadn't been angry at her brother just happy that he hadn't been hurt.

I, on the other hand, had decided to visit Father. I hadn't spoken to him since my wedding to Guinevere as I hadn't seen any reason to but now it's different. I would have to tell him about the baby but also address his problem with Guinevere (if I can keep my temper in check).

I was yet again in a taxi and as the taxi stopped outside of the gates to my old home, I felt rather sick. For some reason, I felt not only nervous about talking to Father but also as if something's going to happen.

I quickly paid the driver before getting out. I began to walk up the drive with a feeling of trepidation but I knocked on the door. I waited for Mrs Holloway to appear to let me in but as the minutes passed, there was no sign of her.

Seeing that she wasn't coming to let me in, I opened the door to my house before making my way inside. As I did so, I heard faint voices coming from my Father's study. One was definitely Father's voice but the other was less discernible and I couldn't put a name to it.

I approached Father's study and the voices were becoming clearer by the minute so I could hear what they were saying clearly.

"When are you going to tell him, Uther?" The voice was faint behind the wood door but still audible.

I knew I shouldn't be listening and everything in my body seemed to tell me not to listen but the voice had been full of emotion that I couldn't help it.

"Never, Morgana. You are my daughter but telling Arthur would destroy him!" Father told the person.

I had heard enough and even though, I felt anger and hurt rise up in me I needed to know the truth. I was no longer the timid 10 year old boy obeying to his whims and it seemed as if he didn't even respect me enough to tell me the truth. I opened the door with a bang and walked inside.

The look of surprise on Father's face would have (in a different situation) been comical but I felt no desire to laugh or smile. I felt more inclined to punch him rather than laugh at him.

In the chair in front of Father's desk was the woman called Morgana and I tried to forget what I had just eavesdropped on but I couldn't.

"How much have you heard?" My Father asked me, looking to Morgana worriedly.

I stared at Father long and hard but he didn't even flinch under my gaze. I wondered whether he really cared or not. The thought evoked such a feeling of anger in me that I had to clench my fists in order to stop myself from punching him.

"Enough." I hissed, angrily.

The woman, Morgana, looked slightly apologetic and I knew why. It seemed that she wanted for me to know but not this way.

"I'm sorry, Arthur. I just wanted you to know so I could get to know you." Morgana told me, softly.

Despite my anger, I could see that what she was saying was true and I shot her a small smile. After all, it wasn't her fault; my father had lied to me.

"Morgana. I don't think we've met." I told her, simply.

It was a couple of seconds after I had said this before anyone spoke and I realised I had just said something I shouldn't have. When someone did speak, it was Father.

"Yes, you have. When you were little." He told me, hoarsely.

At his words, I suddenly remembered something. My father's friends, whose name had been Gorlois, did have a daughter called 'Morgana'. As realisation dawned on me, I began to feel utterly stupid.

"You're Gorlois' daughter?" I asked her, wanting confirmation.

Morgana nodded at my words but it was tentative. Almost as if she didn't want to give me too much information.

My heart sank when I realised she's older than I am which could only mean one thing.

A/N: There you go! A few things to say. Arthur did know about Gorlois being his father's friend but he didn't make the connection. Uther will, in this, have cheated on Ygraine. As to why he did, I am going to explain in the story. As to Freya, I wanted to develop her character a bit!

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