Maybe Love

by McDiggin'It

Morgana and Merlin have never been friends. They've never liked each other... in fact, they hate each other. But the death of their best friends and the responsibility of godparents will force them to live together. Can they spend a whole day together without murdering each other? Read to find out!

3. Maybe Baby

Title: Maybe Love

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Chapter Three: Maybe Baby

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"You should take the room." Merlin says dismally. "I mean, it makes sense for the female to take the room. I can go sleep in the den downstairs."

It would've been a really sweet gesture if it weren't Merlin. Not just because it's Merlin, but because she knows exactly what he's trying to do... also, just because it's Merlin. Narrowing her eyes at him, she scoffs. "Do you think I was born yesterday?" She asks rhetorically.

Merlin shrugs, "I mean it would explain a lot."

"I'm not letting you get all the sleep downstairs while I'm up here with the baby!" Morgana snaps angrily.

Merlin feigns innocence. "I'm trying to be nice!"

Morgana inhales deeply as she runs her tongue over her top front teeth, trying to calm herself. The case worker will be arriving in about half an hour and it will do no one any good to walk into the house and find a deceased Merlin on the floor. It will do her good, but it probably won't bode well with the law. "Merlin, I swear to god, you are grating on my last nerve."

Merlin actually beams with pride, which only adds fuel to the fire. Grabbing a pack of baby wipes from the top of one of the end tables in the room, Morgana hurls it at his head. She curses when he easily ducks out of the way and it hits the wall instead of her target— his face.

Merlin raises his eyebrows at her and raises a single finger, pointing at her. "Now now, Morgana. What did I tell you about throwing things when you're angry?" Merlin berates as though speaking to a child.

This, was the last straw. Morgana charges towards him with all her speed and strength, jumping up just as Merlin turns to run, and wrapping her arms around his neck. Merlin goes down, taking her with him. She ends up straddling his back, which is great for her, because then she starts smacking the back of his head. She hoped for cries of remorse and defeat from the man below her, but instead, she hears laughter. Using her knees to prop herself up, she pushes her knuckles into the middle of his back, finally earning her a pained, "Ow, fuck!"

"You're such a prick, Merlin!" She shouts at him, then squeals in shock when the man suddenly turns, flipping her off his back and onto her own back. The air is knocked out of her lungs as Merlin suddenly has the upper hand, straddling her thighs and grinning widely down at her. "Get off me!" Morgana yells at him, but his grin only widens even more. She goes to punch him in the jaw, but he's quick, leaning back and using his freakishly long arms to pin hers to the floor on either side of her head.

Merlin leans over her, smiling triumphantly. "Say you're sorry."

"No!"

"Say it."

"I would rather eat dirt."

Merlin suddenly smirks in that evil way he does when he has a stupid idea. "That's not entirely a bad idea." He says in thought.

Morgana's eyes widen as she fights to get her hands free. "Merlin, I swear to everything holy on this earth. If you even think of sneaking dirt into my food, I will end your life!"

Merlin laughs hysterically at that as he leans down and practically lays on top of her, their fronts pressing together like a goddamned sandwich from hell. His face is so close to hers, she can actually smell his cologne. Morgana tries not to think about the fact that this is probably the first time they've ever been this close— or that his cologne is actually quite intoxicating. She combats that with the thought that if it were up to her, she'd have Merlin move to whatever galaxy is farthest from this one. Morgana thrashes around, But to no avail. The man may be thinner than most, but he weighs a fucking lot.

Their close proximity soon becomes too constricting, setting off her claustrophobia like nobody's business. "Merlin, get off!"

"Not until you apologize."

"For what?!" She snaps angrily as she tries to wiggle her hips free.

"For attacking me!" Merlin presses his knees together, trying to keep her legs still between them. "Will you quit moving?!"

"No!" Morgana angrily snaps in his face. She swears she's going to punch him in the dick as soon as she gets free. It's when she wiggles again that she suddenly feels— something— pressed up against her crotch. She stops moving abruptly and widens her eyes at Merlin. Oh. My. God. She thinks with a slight panic. Is he really turned on by this? The fucking sick bastard! Oh my god, he's not going to force himself on me, right? I mean he's a bloody lunatic, no doubt about it. But he wouldn't really hurt me or anything, right?

Merlin leans his head back and stares at her. "You don't really think I would do something like that, right?" Merlin suddenly asks from above her, his face the picture of what she thinks is almost pain. She'd never really seen him emotionally hurt besides the time when they were at the hospital for Gwen and Arthur, but that was different. This is a different kind of hurt. Like she'd just kicked his puppy.

Morgana blinks up at the man on top of her. Had she said all of that out loud? She doesn't know why she should care, so she lashes out at him in anger. "I— I mean you're like insane, Merlin. I wouldn't put anything past you."

Merlin suddenly leans down so that his face is directly in front of hers. He glares so menacingly, it almost scares her. "Don't fucking flatter yourself, Morgana." He suddenly reaches down between them, and Morgana gasps as he pulls at something, before the hardness is no longer pressing at her crotch, and he's holding up his phone in front of her face. "You're not that hot." With that, he finally lets go of her arms as he gets up and walks right over her and out of the bedroom.

Morgana lays there for what feels like forever, her face reddening in both anger and embarrassment. God, did I really think he was going to do anything to me? She thinks about it for only a second before she decides that she didn't. She'd always known he was a bloody annoying and idiotic man child. But she had never ever thought he was a bad person... at least not in that way. He has his issues, but uncontrollable desires to physically or sexually assault someone is not one of them. Her reaction was an in-the-moment moment.

She sighs as she finally gets up off the floor and looks out the door. He must've gone downstairs.

It takes her almost ten minutes to convince herself to go downstairs and apologize to Merlin for what she'd said and admittedly thought for only a second. He really did look hurt by her assumption, and now that she's thinking about it, probably by her reaction and expression as well. When she finally finds him in the kitchen, drinking from a carton of milk, she doesn't yell at him like she normally would've if she'd found him drinking from the carton before their little argument upstairs. Instead, she stands quietly at the counter and waits for him to notice her.

Merlin sighs as he closes the empty carton and throws it in the bin by the dishwasher. When he turns around, he nearly has a heart attack upon seeing Morgana standing there, watching him. "Jesus, Morgana! A warning would be nice." He says with a shake of his head.

Morgana could barely do it. Apologize, that is. She'd never really had to apologize to anyone besides her father, and Gwen. So, with one breath, she hurriedly apologizes. "I'm sorry for what I said upstairs. I just didn't know what to think, and I was frustrated and angry at you, and I didn't mean to make you think that I ever thought you would do that to me." She looks down in shame. "I know you're not that kind of person."

Merlin narrows his eyes at her as he folds his arms across his chest. "You're apologizing." He states suspiciously. "Why?"

Morgana sighs and tries not to glare at him. "Because I didn't mean what I said, okay?" She looks away at the countertop and shrugs. "I panicked... I always thought you were an idiot, but I've never thought that you're the type of guy who would force himself on someone."

Merlin visibly relaxes, unfolding his arms and letting his suspicion slide off his face, only to replace it with a smirk. "It's alright... I mean, you did think my phone was my..." he trails off and uses his hand to gesture at the crotch of his jeans. "I don't know what kind of penises you're used to, seeing as how my phone is almost completely flat, but I get why you thought it was that."

Morgana glares at him as she sighs in defeat. "Why do I even bother with you?" She shakes her head as she makes her way out to the living room. "And for the record," Morgana stops, turns, and points a threatening finger at him. "I am not some slut who goes around sleeping with guys, just because they have a penis." She looks pointedly at him. "Otherwise, I would've slept with you a long time ago."

Merlin gapes at her in shock. "Wait, what?"

Morgana ignores him as she turns and continues into the living room. Merlin follows closely behind her.

"What does that even mean?!"

Morgana continues to ignore him as she takes a seat on the couch and smooths down the front of her dress.

Merlin comes to a stop in front of her, staring expectantly down at her. "What do you mean you would've slept with me a long time ago?" He wonders if he should be flattered or offended.

Morgana looks up at him and shakes her head. "I didn't mean anything by it."

"No." Merlin shakes his head and takes the loveseat across from her. "You did. Why'd you say that?"

Morgana huffs and rolls her eyes at him. Eye rolling always becomes a constant when Merlin is involved. "Because!" She finally shouts at him. "You've always belittled me and said horrible things that make me out to be some sort of nymphomaniac who can't keep her legs closed!" Her face burns in embarrassment, because now he knows that she's always been affected by some of the things he's said in the past.

Merlin stares at her as his mouth falls open. "You— I— I was kidding." He says seriously with a humorless laugh. "You know that."

Morgana stares at him. "It doesn't make it less hurtful, Merlin... I've never been that kind of girl. Yes, I've dated a lot of guys. But that doesn't mean I sleep with all of them."

"Just some of them?" He asks teasingly, his nose crinkling as he tries not to laugh.

Morgana scowls at him. "I don't sleep with guys I'm not serious about!"

Merlin huffs as he leans back. "Okay... I'm sorry for saying those things about you... I mean— I never meant any of it. It was just— it was just the way I always talked to you, and you never said anything so... I went a bit overboard."

"A bit?" Morgana raises an eyebrow at him.

"Fine." Merlin sighs. "A lot... and I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. I just... I always thought you ignored everything I say."

Morgana nods slowly. They've come to an understanding... sort of. There's no telling with Merlin. "I'm glad we're on the same page then."

Merlin nods and offers a half smile. "I know you don't sleep around, Morgana." He shrugs at her. "I mean I always say that you do, but it's always to your face. I never say anything about you to other people."

Morgana stares at him. It's almost flattering. "Well... that's something." She says with a returned half smile. And it is. At least she knows that he would never spread rumors about her. And now that she thinks about it, she doesn't think he'd ever called her a slut or anything when Gwen, Arthur, or anyone else was around. His cruelty was always saved for when they were alone. And that, she thinks, is something. She doesn't know what it is, but it's something.

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Morgana tries not to fidget as she stands with Merlin by the door and waits with bated breath. They'd just seen the case workers car pull up in the driveway, so they made their way to the door to wait for the doorbell to ring.

The doorbell finally rings, and Morgana looks expectantly at Merlin. He stares back at her, causing her to roll her eyes at him. "I hate you." She says as she crosses in front of him and pulls the door open. She quickly plasters a large smile on her face as the case worker comes into view. Beside her, she has a stroller with its cover pulled forward, blocking the baby from view.

"Hi!" Morgana greets enthusiastically. "Please come in." She takes a step back, pulling the door wider for the stroller to fit in. When she turns to look at Merlin, she finds him smiling awkwardly at the case worker. Morgana glares at him, mouthing for him to stop smiling like that.

"Hey-llo." Merlin says awkwardly. "Errr— I'm Merlin." He holds his hand out towards the case worker, who nods and shakes his hand.

"You're to be Igraine's adoptive father?"

Merlin nods immediately. "Yes, that's me."

The case worker turns and looks at Morgana. "And you must be Morgana."

Morgana smiles widely. "Yes I am."

"Good." The case worker then pushes the stroller into the living room and takes a look around. "We previously sent inspectors to check out the house. According to the report," she pauses and takes a folder from her bag. "... it looks like this house is approved for the care of a child." She then turns and hands the folder over to Morgana. "However, there are still a few things that we need to discuss and finalize before I officially hand Igraine over to you both."

As they sip on tea, the case worker asks them questions about their jobs, lifestyles, partners, etc. The question they weren't prepared for, is the one about their relationship.

"It is to my understanding that you are not married or engaged to each other. Are you dating?"

Morgana nearly chokes on her tea as Merlin's merely continues stuffing crackers into his mouth. "What, like— each other?"

The case worker nods slowly. "Yes... or dating in general."

"I— we errr— what does this have to do with Igraine's adoption?" Morgana asks confusedly.

The case worker leans forward with a serious expression on her face. "It has everything to do with Igraine's adoption, Miss Le Faye. We need to know that the family Igraine is placed with, is stable and consistent. It is unhealthy for a child of her age to be around numerous strangers. Not only will it confuse her, it may also upset her, and cause her to become emotionally detached from reality. We do not want to just hand children over to random people."

"Random people?" Morgana asks defensively before looking at Merlin, as if expecting him to defend her.

Merlin swallows his mouthful of crackers and interjects. "Wait, I thought we'd already had this settled. Gwen and Arthur left their baby to us. We signed the adoption papers yesterday."

"Be that as it may, we are the ones who finalize everything." The case workers says sternly. "There are protocols and procedures that must be followed. We cannot simply approve an adoption because the child's biological parents deemed two people worthy of being their baby's parents. If that were the case, we would have hundreds of unfit parents running around with children they cannot take care of, or love."

Morgana and Merlin both stare at the woman in silence. They exchange a quick look before turning to look at the tall, thin woman again. Morgana is the one who speaks first. "You're right..." she looks over at the stroller where Igraine still sleeps. "We just want her to be safe and happy... and we really want to be the ones to give her that."

The case worker sighs softly before smiling a little. "Good... the first step of becoming an adoptive parent, is accepting that you are doing this for the child, and not yourself."

"What do we need to do?" Merlin asks.

"Well," The case worker looks between him and Morgana. "You can start by telling me about your relationship to one another."

Merlin looks at Morgana and shrugs. "We're friends." He lies easily.

Morgana nods immediately. "Yes, the best of friends." She adds for good measure.

The case worker stares at them, completely unfazed. "Have you ever dated? Or been together physically?"

Morgana's jaw practically dislodges itself. "I— we— we've never—".

"No." Merlin cuts in. "We're just really good— great friends."

The case worker stares at them some more before nodding slowly as she takes a pen from her jacket pocket and writes something down in the folder.

"What are you writing?" Morgana asks curiously.

The case worker clicks her pen again and looks up at Morgana. "I'm noting down the fact that you've just lied to me."

"What?" Morgana asks incredulously. "We didn't lie—".

"I hold two PH.D's in Psychology and Behavioral Analysis, Miss Le Faye. I may not look like someone who would take a child away from a parent, but I will if I have to. What I've gathered since I stepped foot into this house, is that the two of you are not friends. You do not like each other, in fact, you loathe each other."

Morgana and Merlin both look down and away, feeling ashamed about lying.

"I've also noticed that you lie easily together. Covering up for the other... this suggests that you do not entirely hate each other. There is a difference between you two, that is unmistakeable... however, there are also similarities that you may not know you share." The case worker waves a hand in front of her. "I can even go as far as saying that you do hold a certain degree of care for each other. For example, Mr. Emrys likes to look to you, Miss Le Faye, for confirmation on things. This suggests that he thinks highly of your opinion. And Miss Le Faye, you tend to rely on Mr. Emrys for support and help. This suggests that you believe him to be reliable and comforting."

Morgana and Merlin gapes at the woman, completely speechless.

"You'll be in denial, of course." The case worker continues. "But that's because you are both stubborn— a characteristic you both share." She then gets up and puts her hands behind her back as she looks at the young man and woman before her. "I've seen many young people lie for selfish reasons." She says slowly. "But... you two are not one of them; at least, not where Igraine is concerned." She raises a hand to stop the young man from interjecting again with what she knows is probably an explanation for why they lied in the first place. "I understand that your friends, the parents of Igraine, were taken abruptly by a terrible accident... I understand that you feel you need to be there for their little girl... and I also understand that you are both not ready for this— parenting." She pauses to look pointedly at the two, who both nod at her in agreement. "For that reason, I know that you're at least willing to try your best."

Merlin sighs softly and looks at Morgana. "We're not the best of friends." He says quietly, then looks up at the case worker. "In fact, we were never really friends at all."

Morgana nods along with him and looks at the case worker. "Merlin and I are like night and day. We hardly ever see eye to eye, and we argue more than any duo I know of."

"But we're good people." Merlin says truthfully. "Morgana is organized, careful, attentive, and freakishly good at making people feel better when she wants to."

"And Merlin," Morgana adds. "Is surprisingly supportive, kind, sensitive, sweet in his own way, and protective of the people he cares about."

Merlin suddenly gets up, standing in front of the case worker with a hopeful look in his eyes. Morgana follows suit. "If you give us a chance to be Igraine's parents, I know we can come together and be exactly what she needs."

Morgana nods immediately in agreement. "We already love and care for her so much... becoming her parents will be like second nature to us."

The case worker cracks a smile at that. "Having a child is much more than that, you know?"

The young man and woman nod in unison.

""It won't be easy."

"We know." Morgana says softly.

"And you still want to adopt her?"

Merlin and Morgana exchange looks, both nodding, before the latter replies, "We are her godparents... her family."

The case worker nods and smiles. "I know... that is why I will approve her adoption. However," she says warningly. "... you both need to understand that a child is a very huge responsibility. She will need constant attention, support, love, and most of all, a safe and stable environment. If she is to feel the attention, support, and love from the both of you, that is something you have to be willing to show each other as well."

Merlin looks at Morgana, who raises her eyebrows at him.

"You may decide how to work that out later." The case worker adds. "Although, you should know that our agency has a final inspection that will be due in 6 months. We like to make sure that our clients are still happy with their decision."

As the case worker signs the finalized documents, Morgana and Merlin share a silent look of relief. "Ah, one last thing." The woman before them stands up and looks between them. "What last name will little Igraine take?"

Merlin looks to Morgana, then instantly widens his eyes upon the realization that the case worker was right. He does always look to Morgana for confirmation. Morgana stares at him for only a moment before she turns and smiles at the case worker. "Emrys." She answers. "Her last name should be Emrys." She avoids looking at Merlin, knowing that she'd just confirmed what the case worker had said. She does find Merlin reliable and comforting... sometimes.

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Once the case worker leaves the house, Morgana and Merlin make their way over to the stroller, careful not to startle the baby awake.

Merlin slowly pulls back the shade, revealing the sleeping 2 year old, hugging a stuffed rabbit to her chest.

Morgana lets out a soft, "Awww."

Merlin smiles as he stoops down in front of the stroller and watches her face for a moment. "I never really noticed how much she looks like Arthur."

Morgana smiles widely as she nods and stoops down beside Merlin. "She has Gwen's hair and smile though."

Merlin nods in agreement before looking at Morgana. "Do you think we should move her into her nursery?"

Morgana nods and turns to look at him as well. "I'll take her."

She's extra careful and extra quiet as she takes Igraine out of her stroller. Cradling her head against her chest, Morgana leans her head down and presses a soft kiss to the top of her blonde curls. Merlin follows her up to the nursery, being careful not to walk too loud. Once in the room, Morgana stands by the crib for a few minutes, gently rocking the little girl before placing her inside her crib.

When she turns around, she finds Merlin watching them with his cheeks puffed out. Her eyebrows furrow as she whispers, asking, "Are you holding your breath?"

Merlin nods as his face grows red.

Morgana resists the urge to laugh. "Why?"

He gestures for her to follow him out of the room before finally breathing in and out deeply. "I didn't want to wake her."

Morgana quirks an eyebrow at him. "By holding your breath?"

He shrugs at her. "All the windows are closed up here, so breathing is loud. Aren't your ears ringing from the lack of noise?"

Morgana shakes her head at him. "I think she'll be okay as long as you don't go stomping around the house."

Merlin sighs and begins to say something, but is interrupted by the wailing of the 2 year old girl in the room. He narrows his eyes at Morgana. "You were saying?"

...

Merlin smiles as he rocks Igraine gently in his arms while Morgana works at getting her milk from the kitchen. It didn't take long for Igraine to recognize them when she woke up from her nap, smiling happily as she threw herself into Morgana's open arms. She had then seen Merlin standing behind her, and immediately wanted to be transferred over to him.

Merlin loves the way her tiny little face scrunches up as she uses her fist to rub at her nose. "Aww, is your nose itchy?" He asks softly as he uses his thumb to gently wipe off the little bit of snot at her left nostril. He proceeds to wipe it off on his jeans before going back to smiling at the little girl as he paces around the living room with her.

She's a little small for a 2-year old, and he recalls Arthur telling him that he was a small child at that age as well. Merlin smiles sadly as he reaches a hand up and gently rubs the back of Iggy's head. "You're just like Arthur... small and blonde... thank goodness you don't have his giant head though." He laughs softly.

Morgana comes back, holding an 8oz. bottle of milk and a burp rag. "I can feed her if you want to get some rest." She offers quietly, but Merlin is already shaking his head.

"No, I got it." He looks down at the little girl and smiles when she smiles widely up at him. "Right, Ig? Uncle Merlin will—". He cuts himself off and looks up at Morgana. He'd gotten so used to being uncle Merlin, that he forgot that he's no longer just an uncle to this little girl... their little girl. "I'll feed her." He says softly as he sits down on the couch and takes the bottle from Morgana.

Morgana sits a few inches away from them, watching as Merlin pulls the cap off the battle and begins feeding her her milk. They've both fed Igraine before. It was around the time when the little girl was only several months old and they'd taken turns helping Gwen and Arthur out with juggling their jobs and taking care of their infant. It feels different now. Now, they're not just helping out. Now, this is their life. Igraine is theirs.

Igraine doesn't take long, probably having last eaten before the case worker brought her over. Merlin sits her up and rubs her back until she burps a few minutes later. He looks at Morgana and asks, "Do you think she'll be okay tonight?"

Morgana blinks at Merlin, not really what he means. "Why wouldn't she be?"

Merlin shrugs as he lets Igraine down onto the carpeted floor to play with some of her toys. "I mean she's two... won't she be fussy and upset to not— to not have Arthur and Gwen put her to sleep like usual?"

Morgana looks down at the little girl and sighs deeply. "I guess we'll find out."

And find out, they do.

At a quarter past 11, Morgana tries her best to calm down the crying little tike as Merlin runs around the nursery, trying to find a toy or stuffed teddy bear to help ease Iggy's tantrum. She's been crying for almost an hour now, unable to sleep as she continuously rubs her eyes.

"Nothing's working." Merlin says in exasperation. "I mean she smiled at the stuffed lamb for like half a second, and then went right back to crying."

Morgana is almost in tears herself, having never been through something like this. Ten hours of work is nothing compared to this. She tries bouncing on the balls of her feet, trying to emit some sort of calm from the little girl, but it does nothing.

"Maybe it's her diaper." Merlin says worriedly. He comes up in front of Morgana and leans down, sniffing at the little girls diaper. He shakes his head and sighs. "She's clean."

"Maybe she just needs something familiar."

Merlin blinks incredulously at Morgana. "Everything in this house should be familiar to her, Morgana. Including us."

"Well I don't know what it is then." Morgana says in exasperation.

Merlin sighs softly as he looks at the small child. "Let me take her for a little while." He holds his arms out and takes Igraine, hugging her gently into his chest as he paces the room. "Shhhhh..." he walks around the room and begins to hum a song that he heard Gwen sing to her a few weeks ago. Almost immediately, Igraine begins to calm down, sniffling quietly as she lays her head on Merlin's shoulder.

Morgana gapes at Merlin and whispers, "Why didn't you do that an hour ago?"

Merlin looks at her and shakes his head. "I don't know. I didn't think about it until I was holding her."

Igraine stirs, prompting Morgana to wave her hands at Merlin to continue humming. Merlin gets right back into it, gently bouncing in his feet with every step. In five minutes, Igraine finally falls asleep and Merlin sighs softly in relief.

Ever so slowly, he moves Igraine from his arms and into the crib before pulling her blanket over her. Morgana comes up beside him, turning on the mobile hanging over her crib. The tiny planets begin to rotate slowly as a light projects the image of stars into the ceiling.

Merlin smiles as he leans down and presses a soft kiss into little Iggy's curls, before moving aside so Morgana can do the same.

The young man and woman back slowly out of the room, careful to avoid making any noise. They leave the door halfway open before moving towards the staircase and sitting down at the top.

"We survived." Morgana says jokingly as she looks tiredly over at the equally tired Merlin.

Merlin smiles and nods. "Yeah... that was brutal."

Morgana couldn't help but smile as well. "You are my sunshine." She says absently.

Merlin looks at her and smirks. "And you are my little flower petal."

Morgana elbows him in the side as she tries not to laugh. "I was referring to the song you were humming."

Merlin smiles and nods as he looks down towards the bottom of staircase. "I know."

"Gwen used to to sing it to her all the time." Morgana says softly. "I didn't even think about it."

Merlin looks at her and shakes his head. "I didn't either... I only remembered because by the time you gave her to me, she was too exhausted to keep crying and I could finally hear myself think."

Morgana leans back, using her hands to prop her up as she looks up at the ceiling. "I miss them."

Merlin says nothing but nod. He gets up and turns towards Morgana, offering a hand to help her up. She takes it, letting him pull her onto her feet. He nods towards the bedroom and says, "You should get some sleep."

Morgana looks at the bedroom, then to him. "What about you?"

Merlin looks at Igraine's door and smiles. "I'll make sure she's sleeping alright."

Morgana raises an eyebrow at him. "You're not a vampire, Merlin. You need sleep too."

He sighs and looks at her for a moment. "You do realize that there's only one bed in there, right?"

Morgana rolls her eyes at him. "What are we, teenagers? I'm sure we can both sleep through the night without resorting to other activities." she starts walking towards the bedroom.

Merlin nods as he purses his lips and follows her. "Fine… but if you start inching those fingers up my thigh, I'm leaving." he jokes, then quickly ducks out of the way as Morgana swings an arm at him.

They're not quite out of each other's kill zones. But at least no one died, right? They're not even fully able to appreciate the quality of the Flaneur duvet, because they're almost immediately asleep as soon as they laid down.

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A/N: I'll be updating Mad Prince next! I was supposed to update it before this, but the chapter got kind of complicated, so I had to rewrite it. This was much easier to write. Anyways, I hope you guys liked this update. I've already written two more chapters for this, but I want to space it out a bit. Also, if you havent noticed, I dont know jackshit about adopting.

-McDiggin'It