A little background on this: Morgana and Mordred are married( but this is a separate AU from "Sweet, Forbidden Nothings", so don't worry about genetics).

The sun warmed Morgana's face as it flitted through the window, caressing her awake.

She moved her hand downward and felt the rough one resting just above her belly, and rolled over to see him smile, his brown curls tousled, as he looked down at her, an adoring smile on his face.

"Morning," he said as he leaned down, smiling into a kiss. His thumb gently caressed her cheek as his lip, greeted hers. When they parted, she glanced downward, smiling. He followed her gaze, his hand traveling down gossamer like over her face, neck, and breast, stopping as it reached her swollen belly. He then leaned down further, kissing the top of it, whispering, "morning to you too." He then turned back to his bride, taking her hand in his, fingers intertwining as he leaned in for another kiss. Their forms separated and they looked down at their future.

"What shall we call it, if it's a girl?"

Morgana smiled and thought for a moment, "I was thinking Freya Morgause. The former doesn't want any baby named after her, and she nearly threw a fit when Vanora did it. Says it's unlucky. But it's a beautiful name and I don't care." She smiled for a moment, but then looked at her husband in confusion. "I thought you wanted a boy?"

"I do," said Mordred, caressing away a loose strand of hair from her face." But I already have a name picked out for that. And it's nonnegotiable."

Morgana raced her eyebrow playfully, "Nonnegotiable? Really?"

Mordred nodded.

"And what makes you so sure that I shall agree to this?" She asked, her tone light. It was then Mordred placed his body over hers, smiling down at her curious eyes.

"Because his name," he said, pausing dramatically, a smile on his lips, "Shall be Gorlois."

Morgana's eyes widened in shock, for just a moment as she felt the tears pricked her eyes, then her smile returned as she raised her body up, giving him a long and grateful kiss.

"I love you," she whispered.

"I love you too."

They smiled at each other enjoying a moment of silence, that is, before Mordred took the pillow from his side of the bed and hit her with it.

"Oh no you don't!" she said, laughing, and feathers were destined to be spilled as her loving retaliation ensued.