Gwen's bed dipped under Arthur's weight as he quietly watched his sleeping wife. Her soft curls carelessly tossed around her sleeping face. He noticed dried tears on her cheeks. Guilt ate at his soul. He hated quarreling with Gwen. He hated sleeping alone. Sometimes, he wished for the earlier days before everything fell so terribly apart. Well, the old days, but Gwen would always be with him. He swung legs on the bed and drew Gwen into the soft cradle of his arms. She snuggled deeper into his chest and rested a hand on his shoulder. Arthur's heavy lids began to drop.

His eyes popped open when a loud thump banged against the roof. Kilgharrah, why did he make amends with the dragon? That old creature was going to destroy his castle. Then, where would his family live? Five children, we are going to live five kids. Gwydre and Amhar made it seem like they already had fifty. Slowly, Arthur closed his eyes.

His eyes blinked wildly. Was that a scream? The chamber is so quiet with her soft bed. Let Merlin deal with it. A short nap. Just a moment alone with Gwen before she wakes up and realizes that she's still mad at me. Maybe, I'll take Rowan and pick wild flowers for Gwen. No, Rowan is mad at me. I'll take Duran. He always loves me. No, he yelled at me yesterday. I'll take Amhar and Gwydre. No, I'm upset with them. I'll just go myself. I don't need any company. Arthur drifted to sleep as chaos reigned in his castle.

Merlin watched Vivi stomping her feet. Dark glossy strands of hair flying around her small body. Her small chest heaved as she attempted to catch her breath.

"The wardrobe was covered in toads. They were everywhere, Father. Those wretched boys are awful. I'll show them a toad. I'll turn them green." Vivi stomped in the direction of the door.

"Vivienne," Morgana stated firmly. "Stop."

Vivi's dark hair flung around. "Taking their side, Mother? I'm always wrong. I do everything. The boys are awful."

Morgana crossed her arms and arched a dark eyebrow," Calm down, I can wait. Lower your voice, now." Merlin watched in silent amazement with his mouth opened like a well. "Vivi, no toads. No proof. No magic against your cousins. Let it go."

Vivi gritted her teeth. "Fine."

"Good. Merlin, let's leave Vivi to prepare for her day." Morgana pulled a dumbfound Merlin from the chamber.

"Of course, I'll be good, Mother. I'll be good one day, but not this one."

Gwydre spooned warm porridge into Rowan's waiting mouth. Her small hands banged the table when he didn't move fast enough for her. Fat tears spilled out of her brown eyes.

"Goodness, she's impatient."

Amhar smirked. "Really, Gwydre?" Gwydre isn't as smart as he thinks he is. Rowan liked to eat and she couldn't wait on the spoon to get to her mouth. Just wait, brother, until she puts her hands in it. Amhar hated porridge. That's why he volunteered to break Duran's food for him. Gwydre and Rowan were cut from the same cloth. Demanding, yet he loved his sibling terribly.

Duran's green eyes looked around as he moved closer to Amhar as he listened to the scraping sounds on the ceiling. "It's just Killi. Don't worry. Nothing is going to happened. My birthday is next week. Nothing is going to happen to interfere with my birthday." Duran gave Amhar a lopsided smile.

Kilgharrah rubbed his belly. What a lovely surprise a room full of toads with an opened window. Kilgharrah's long tongue gathered the bouncing toads with one mighty swoop of his sticky tongue. Nothing better than a breakfast of toads.

Gwen opened a tired eye when the sound assaulted her ears. Her dark head lifted from Arthur's hard chest. Goodness, he's warm. Gwen's fingers stroked Arthur's face. Gwen shook her head; he's smiling in his sleep. Arthur's hand grabbed Gwen's hand and pressed a kiss on her palm.

"Oh", Gwen shrieked when Arthur rolled them over. "You're awake." Arthur cupped Gwen's face with his hands. "Forgive me." Gwen pressed her lips softly against Arthur's.

"Forgiven." Arthur rested a palm on Gwen's round belly. "Another baby?"

"Yes."

Arthur brushed lips along Gwen's face.

"Arthur, this is how we got five children."

"I like children," he muttered against her hair.

"Another Amhar or Gwydre?"

Arthur rolled away from Gwen. "What time is breakfast?"