Dads will be Dads. Even the foster ones. M/M, same AU as the first one.
THREE TIMES PER DAY (KEEPS UTHER AWAY)
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Uther refolded the newspaper, finally giving up trying to read, and reached for his phone. Slowly, carefully, he dialed the foreign number.
'Two.'
'You don't have to actually count the times I'm calling.'
'Three times per day, every single day so far.'
'And you agreed to it, Morgana. It was part of our deal, why I let you go at all… we can't risk another relapse, not with you so far from-'
'I'm fine. Really. Stop worrying.'
Chewing sounds. He must have interrupted their dinner. He was not getting any better at counting the time zones.
'Is Merlin there with you?'
'Yeah, eating something I warned him about.'
A grumble in the background signified a protest.
'Tell him to keep his eye on you at all times.'
'Oh, I think he already does…' He heard a snort, then giggling.
Uther was sharp enough to pick up on the innuendo. He shifted in his chair, uncomfortable. Not that he didn't trust that bloke. And Morgana was a smart, attractive young woman in her twenties… Something would probably happen between them during this trip, and he desperately tried not to think about the risks that it involved if…
'Good. But take care, and don't come back with a protruding belly.'
'I-… What!?'
'Enjoy your meal.'
Uther chuckled as he hung up the phone.