I'm patiently waiting for you to arrive. I wanna meet you so bad I could cry. I wonder whose hands and whose eyes you will have. I wonder if you're gonna smile like your dad. Nothing you ever do will be so wrong, you belong, you belong. And I wanna help you be better than me. There won't be a star in the sky you can't reach. I'll wipe off your tears but I'll let them fall first, and I will be brave when you fall and get hurt. You can be you, you don't have to be strong. You belong, you belong
15th July 2020
As she had for the last few days, Morgana woke up drenched in sweat. The one sheet that she and Merlin had been using to sleep with for the last few days was getting annoying, even if it was impossible to sleep without something on top of them. Dressed in a pair of Harry Potter pyjamas with the shortest shorts and a tank top that read "I'd rather be at Hogwarts", she was entangled with a mixture of clothes that sheet and maternity pillows, her boobs falling out of her top and feeling as though she'd barely slept at all, exhausted yet having insomnia that didn't budge. Now at thirty-eight weeks the baby could come at any time, not that he was showing even a sign of budging.
Vivienne had been released from hospital and was recuperating at home, according to Morgause. Morgana was too busy nesting, making sure that all the clothes were washed and that everything was ready for the baby. The next2me magic crib was attached to Morgana's side of the bed, mattress and sheets ready inside it alongside many gro-swaddlers ready for the new arrival. She glanced at the bedside table—glass of water, clock, phone and colostrum syringe. After checking the time—ten o'clock and expressing some colostrum, Morgana went down to put it in the fridge.
"Good morning!" Merlin greeted.
"Meh" Morgana replied as she opened the fridge and stuck her head inside.
"Dat my milk?" Amhar asked.
"That's the baby's milk" Morgana replied as she sat down with Amhar.
"Sleep well?" Merlin asked.
"Your son kept me up all night again, I'm exhausted and am going to melt soon enough".
"Melt" Amhar giggled.
"Well, given lockdown and how unusual this year has been I can't say that I'm particularly surprised that the weather is bipolar too".
"Yeah" Morgana agreed. "Well Elyan and Gwaine are dating".
"I know" Merlin smirked. "They've slept together too. Several times".
"It'd be good to see them, but shielding".
"Not long now" Merlin sighed as he put his hand on Morgana's bump.
"Everyone's been saying that for ages and I'm still pregnant" Morgana pouted.
"Alright, sorry" Merlin backed away. "Usual for breakfast?".
"Please" Morgana replied. "I think we should order Amhar's big boy bed".
"How do we know which one to order?" Merlin asked. "I mean we can hardly go to IKEA right now, can we?".
"He had the brown sundvik stuff already. We'll get the bed to match it all too" Morgana shrugged.
"That makes sense" Merlin agreed. "How the hell we managed to keep it like the brochure so far I'll never know".
"Merlin, I highly doubt it'll stay looking like the brochure for much longer" Morgana retorted.
"True, once baby gets here".
"I hope it's soon" Morgana sighed. "I do love being pregnant, feeling him move inside me, having the experience. But it has gotten a bit, you know. Frustrating".
"I know love. This pandemic sucks" Merlin agreed. "Any plans for today".
"Let's do another walk" Morgana joked. "We can order Amhar's bed, one of those junior chairs, maybe go out in the paddling pool. Also I think we ought to put the car seat in the car".
"This is getting so real now!" Merlin squealed. "Well, everything is ready. Hospital bag packed and ready to go, car seat almost installed, Amhar is ready to move out of his cot".
"I know" Morgana agreed. "I wonder when I'll be able to take a proper shit again".
"Still constipated?" Merlin asked.
"It's annoying!" Morgana huffed. "I need to wee all the time, but as for going for a poo, nothing!".
"The laxatives weren't that good then?".
"No" Morgana pouted. "Okay, I'll try a suppository. May as well do my group B strep test. Help me with it?".
"What do I do?" Merlin asked as he read the packet.
"Stick it up my arse, apparently" Morgana shrugged. "And you stick the group B test up my vag".
"We should do a hospital run" Merlin shouted through the en-suite door while Morgana was on the toilet.
"Okay" she shouted back. "We'll have to time it. Should get Amhar to nap too".
"After lunch then, I guess" Merlin decided. As Merlin said, they went to Avalon City hospital after lunch, making sure to time the journey. "Thirty-five minutes" Merlin declared as he pulled into the hospital off the junction.
"That wasn't too bad" Morgana said.
20th July 2020
"One week to go" Morgana sighed as she lay down on the sofa. "Exactly one whole week. It should be illegal to go overdue in this heatwave, though at least I'm negative for step B".
"Darling there are so many things you think you be illegal" Merlin chuckled and shook his head.
"Mornings are terrible!" Morgana protested. "As is being pregnant in a heatwave".
"Can't say I disagree" Merlin shrugged. The doorbell rung and Merlin glanced outside to see a huge lorry. "Bed's here".
"Dat for me?" Amhar asked.
"It's your big boy bed!" Morgana exclaimed. "And your big boy chair!"
"That for me!" Amhar squealed.
"I know, you go help daddy to make the bed and mummy will sort out the car".
"That sounds good" Merlin smiled. He began to pull in the mattress and bed frame while Morgana brought in the Ingolf junior chair. It was much like the regular dining chairs in the kitchen, yet was higher so that Amhar could reach easier without needing a highchair, he was beginning to get fed up with it.
"I think after someone goes to bed on their new big boy bed that we can have some special mummy daddy time" Morgana smirked.
"I look forward to it" Merlin smiled. Amhar settled well in his big boy bed for the night. He had his stuffed toys with him and his new blanket which he wrapped himself tightly in despite the heat. Merlin walked into the bedroom and was met by a gust of cold air—he soon noticed the fan in the corner. Morgana was semi sat up in bed, her best piece of pregnancy lingerie on. Despite the stretch marks she looked absolutely perfect to Merlin.
"Well well well, Mr Emrys" Morgana purred. "Why are you late?".
"The kid was misbehaving" Merlin shook his head. "Terrible. You seem to be rather late too".
"Nine months" Morgana agreed. "Should be out sometime soon". She walked over to Merlin and began to caress his face.
"You don't think my dick will poke the baby in the face, do you?" Merlin asked.
"I've never heard of a baby being traumatised because it's parents had sex while the mother was pregnant" Morgana shrugged. "Now shut up and kiss me!".
21st July 2020
Amhar slept half on his bed, half on the floor. He'd soon get used to it, although was loving how big his new bed was compared to his cot. Merlin and Morgana put the side they'd taken off back on the cot and had the cot and bed against the wall next to one another. They'd also ordered another wardrobe for the baby so had two opposite along with the changing table/drawers in the middle. The tutti bambini rocking chair sat underneath the window, the little table and chair had been moved downstairs to allow Amhar to do some drawing as he wished.
"I know I moan a lot" Morgana sighed. "But I'm really going to miss being pregnant".
"Is this because you take two naps per day" Merlin chuckled.
"Maybe" Morgana said slyly. "I know I moaned a lot and had Hyperemesis, threw up every day and lost a shit tonne of weight which was tough. I mean look how amazing my skin is!".
"It's pretty amazing" Merlin agreed.
"Thick hair is nice too" Morgana added. "Stretch marks aren't too bad. Also, I need you to do something for me".
"Anything that isn't murder".
"I need you to shave my vagina and my legs" Morgana deadpanned. "I can't get down there anymore".
"Okay love" Merlin chuckled and kissed her forehead. "I need another lockdown haircut".
"So does Amhar. Okay, let's go down to the kitchen and get on with it" Morgana grinned. Moving them out of the cooking area and into the washing machine and bathroom area, Merlin dragged a chair and the highchair over. Amhar sat there in nothing but a nappy, Merlin likewise with his pants.
"No mummy!" Amhar pouted. "No haircut".
"Sorry sweetie, you need a haircut" Morgana sighed. "If you're a good boy, you can have lots and lots of bubbles in the bath".
"Okay, Amma have haircut" Amhar agreed.
"Look, daddy's going first" Morgana said as she began to cut Merlin's hair. "See?". Morgana cut the sides and the back leaving the top long and floppy, doing the same for Amhar.
"I match daddy" Amhar beamed.
"You do" Morgana smiled. "Now, you can have a quick shower then we have a water fight in the garden".
Amhar gasped loudly. "I want a water fight".
"Yeah" Merlin smirked. "Daddy will shower you off real quick and get you into a swim nappy and your sun suit".
After getting into their swimming costumes, everyone went out in the garden with a water gun each.
"I GOTCHA!" Amhar squealed as he stood in the middle of the garden. He had his arms stretched out and pulled the trigger, the water spraying out onto the conservatory.
"And I win!" Merlin declared as he got Amhar.
"No" Morgana smirked as she came out from behind the slide. "I win". Merlin spluttered while Amhar giggled as they were soaked in water, before Amhar jumped into his paddling pool.