I've been meaning to write this one for a while, but just now got around to it. Hopefully, BagginsPotterPevensie, this will make up for the Gwencelot.
And, let me stress, this is basically a continuation of Ultra-Geek's 54th drabble. (The set is called One Hundred, and is amazing. No, seriously, I love her writing. I go fangirl every time I get a new story/chapter from her in my email.)
And I had to give it this title. It made me laugh. Enjoy!
Arthur, after his initial fainting spell, had come around quite spectacularly.
So his first step upon waking was to find Guinevere and be sure she knew how he felt.
She stood attentively, albeit confused, as he rambled: he loved her and, even though the timing wasn't wonderful, he was going to be there for her and marry her (if she wanted to) and support her (even if she didn't).
Then she laughed. Arthur didn't see what was so funny.
"Arthur, that's sweet and all, but… I'm not pregnant."
Arthur froze, apologized, and then rushed off, mumbling something about killing Merlin.
