When she opened her eyes, Arthur and Merlin were standing next to the window in a quiet yet clearly passionate argument. Movement drew her attention away from the two men to the crib beside her bed.

"He is still sleeping," said Amber. "He sleeps all the time. He's boring."

"Come here," said Gwen reaching for Amber. "How about you tell me all about your day. And when the baby wakes, you can help me clean him."

Amber took one last look at the sleeping baby, then scrambled up on the bed and snuggled into Gwen's side.

"You're awake!" Arthur turned from the window.

"What are the two of you discussing? Should I be part of it?"

"I was just telling Arthur, that being godfather of this little cutie, I should be allowed a say in his name."

Arthur rolled his eyes. "I have no idea why he thinks he's godfather. Did you ask him?"

"No." Gwen pressed her lips together, trying not to smile. "Did you have a suggestion for a name?"

"I was thinking Merlin makes a good name."

Arthur's eyes were narrowed now, and his hands were on his hips. Gwen couldn't resist. "Merlin is quite a good name. What do you think, Amber?"

Arthur scowled and Gwen grinned at him. "We are not calling our son, Merlin. One Merlin in my life is enough."

"I think he should be called Amhar."

Gwen smoothed Amber's hair. "Why Amhar? It's a pretty name."

"He was my best friend until he left. If we call the baby Amhar, he can be my new best friend!" Amber stood on the bed and peered at the crib again. Then she turned her large eyes on Gwen. "Please? I'll be nice to him even though he's boring."

Gwen pulled Amber back down. "I guess it's decided then. We'll call him Amhar."

"Amhar is a good name," agreed Arthur. He bent over the crib and touched Amhar on the cheek.

"I'm still godfather though. You promised."

"Can I carry him when he wakes up?" Amber leaned against Gwen.

"Just don't teach my son any nonsense," said Arthur as he tossed a pillow at Merlin. A thin cry filled the room. "See, you've woken him up."

As Arthur placed the screaming Amhar into her arms so she could feed him, he brushed a kiss across her lips.

"I think that's my cue to leave," said Merlin, pushing himself from the window still he was leaning against.

"Trust you to go running when the baby cries," muttered Arthur.

"Come on, Amber. Let's give them some time alone with the crying baby." Merlin gave them a little wave, then took Amber's hand. "See you at dinner."

Then, Amhar was at her breast, suckling, as Arthur climbed into bed beside her, sliding an arm around her bare shoulders. He kissed her forehead, then her cheek, before kissing Amhar's tiny feet.

"I love you two," he murmured.

"We love you, too," said Gwen as she leaned into Arthur's embrace. "So much."

AN: Thank you so much to those of you who stayed with this all the way through. And thank you to all of you who commented. :)