Thank you for your lovely comments and follows! Happy Easter, although it was on Sunday. I've eaten so much chocolate these past few days, that if you cut me open I'd probably bleed it. Sorry that this is a shorter chapter, but we get Morgana/Hunith interactions! Yay!

Sorry for any mistakes!

Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin, I'm just borrowing the characters for a bit.

(2 days later)

"My back still aches from sleeping on that sofa," Merlin complains, stretching his arms out to the side in an attempt to the relieve the tension.

"Aw, you poor thing," Morgana stops pressing random buttons on their new microwave and comes up behind him, digging her knuckles into his back. He groans, his head falling back a little as she applies more pressure. "Better?"

"Mmm."

He turns her around to face him, kissing her gently and then touching their foreheads together.

"Can you show me how to use the microwave, now?"

He grins at her and then pulls away. "It's very simple. You put what you want to cook in the microwave - but NOT metal spoons or anything metal, like foil. Then-"

"So, if I put a yoghurt in the microwave, I would have to take the foil off?" Morgana interrupts.

He stares at her. "Why would you put a yoghurt in a microwave?"

She shrugs. "If you wanted warm yoghurt."

"Then, yes, you would take the foil off."

"Great. So, what other things shouldn't I put in it? I know you're not supposed to put mice in there," Morgana says, looking at the cooking device with some kind of determination.

"You knew you weren't supposed to put mice in microwaves, but not metal spoons?" Merlin says incredulously. "Should I ask how you found that out?"

"Well. Arthur and I had this pet mouse-"

"I don't think I like the sound of this."

"And she was called Squeaky Spice-"

"Squeaky Spice?"

"I was a fan of the Spice Girls, okay? Anyway, one morning we found that somehow we'd accidentally left Squeaky outside all night and she was frozen solid. Uther was out of the house, so we decided to put her in the microwave to warm her back up a bit," Morgana explains. "It was awful trying to clean everything up."

Merlin shakes his head at her, laughing. "That's animal cruelty!"

"I was eight!" Morgana objects.

"Did you not do cooking in secondary school?"

"Yes, but they banned me from taking part after three weeks. I tried to tell them that I didn't mean to blow up their oven, set fire to a tea-towel and set off about 20 smoke alarms, but they were having none of it," she says in annoyance. "They made me do written work all the time."

"You did all that in three weeks?"

"Well, two. Like I said the other day, I had to take most of the first week off because I split my head open on a table," Morgana corrects herself.

"You can't be good at everything," Merlin reassures her, pulling her into a hug. "And I don't think cooking is one of your strong points."

"I put milk in the kettle to make hot milk once," Morgana continues. "And I thought that if you put bread on a radiator, you could make toast."

"Oh dear," Merlin says, chuckling. "Is someone feeling sorry for themselves today?"

She nods and sticks her bottom lip out for effect. Merlin leans down and kisses it for her, then sits down on a kitchen chair, Morgana sitting on his knees.

"When are you going on that workshop thing for the factory job?"

"This weekend?"

She looks horrified. "For the whole weekend?"

"Yes."

Morgana 'hmmphs.'

"You'll be fine. You'll have my mother for company."

"I know, but I'll still miss you. And now Arthur's gone back to Afghanistan, it's ike all my favourite people are going away."

"Stop being so dramatic," Merlin chides her. "You've got Gwen, Gwaine, Aithusa - even Uther."

"No way am I going to Uther for an afternoon chat," she says bluntly.

Merlin sighs as she continues to argue with him. "Fine, but you know my Mum will always help you out. She really likes you."

"Mmm," Morgana hums, not convinced.

There is a knock on the door.

"Speak of the devil," Merlin says with an infectious grin. "That's probably her now."

...

From what Morgana had learned about Hunith that afternoon was that she was very kind and almost shy. She was fairly short, shorter than Morgana, and had such a tiny frame that Morgana had hugged her as soon as she came through the door.

Embarrassed at her sudden outburst of compassion, she had pulled back and apologised. Hunith had told her to stop being so silly, squeezing both Merlin and Morgana into a tight embrace with an unknown strength.

This was slightly awkward, however, as the darker haired couple were both about 5 inches taller than Hunith.

Morgana lies awake now, her body pressed against Merlin's, who is already asleep. She had spent the best part of two hours tossing and turning and there were little signs of any improvement. She tries desperately to relax. Suffering with insomnia in her teenage years had made her life even more difficult and she hoped the sleepless nights weren't making a return.

Listening to music would probably help and she knew Merlin had quite a vast collection of CDs, but that would mean waking other people up and she didn't have headphones.

Frustrated at her current predicament, she turns away from Merlin and grabs a handful of duvet, pulling it up and over her head. It worked for a while and blocked everything - Alvarr, Arthur, the baby, her baby, the ginger man in the hospital. Oh great, now she was thinking about him again, wondering whether it was just her imagination or whether she really did recognise him as man in Alvarr's house. She hadn't told Merlin about it yet and felt the sudden urge to tell him now.

After a few minutes of being suffocated by the duvet, she was boiling hot and had to rip the heavy blanket away from her face, gasping for oxygen and welcoming the cold rush of air against her flushed face. Morgana props herself up on her elbow, her fingers itching to prod Merlin awake and tell him the news, but she gets another idea.

She swings her legs out of the bed and sits up properly, enjoying the feeling of her warm, bare feet hitting the cool, soft carpet. Walking through the house and down the stairs was a treat in itself, and Morgana felt herself shivering in delight as goosebumps erupted all over her arms and the backs of her thighs.

She walks into the living room, where Hunith was sleeping, to find her still awake, too, a pair of eyes peeking over a quilt at a muted TV screen. Hunith sees her standing in the doorway and pats the sofa next to her. Morgana sits down.

"Sorry."

"What for?" Hunith asks her.

"Interrupting you. I didn't want to it's just-"

"Trouble sleeping?"

"Hmm." Morgana nods at the TV. "You as well?"

"I had a nice long sleep on the plan."

"Oh, I see," she fidgets, unsure of what to say next.

"Something on your mind?"

"I think Merlin's cruel making you sleep down here," she says finally, which wasn't really a lie because she did feel this way.

Hunith laughs quietly. "Please don't. I don't mind, honestly. It's quite comfortable. Did you find it okay?"

"Pardon?"

"When you slept down here," Hunith says.

"Merlin told you that, too?"

Hunith sends her a wicked smile that Morgana didn't really know the woman had in her.

"Merlin tells me lots of things."

Morgana swallows nervously. "What kinds of things?"

Hunith pats her knee. "Sometimes it's best not to know."

She blushes – something she seemed to be making a habit of nowadays. "Do you give me permission to hit your son next time I see him?"

"You can do that whenever you want – with good reason. Hopefully you can knock some sense into him."

"Maybe he can do that to me, too. When I was eight I exploded my pet mouse in a microwave."

"Yes, you don't seem to get on very well with microwaves, do you?" Hunith says and both women start giggling.

"Evidently not."

"Now. Tell me what's really on your mind."

Morgana raises her eyebrows. "Wow. You are good."

"Flattery will get you everywhere with me."

"Hunith, can I tell you something?"

She sits up straighter. "Of course you can."

"I don't know if Merlin was planning on telling you, but-"

"I think I already know," she smiles.

Morgana freezes. "You... you do?"

Hunith nods. "I figured it out for myself."

Morgana stares at her. "I said you were good, but I didn't think you were that good."

"It wasn't that hard to work out."

"It w-wasn't?" Morgana stammers, unable to keep up with her.

"No. I saw you and Merlin on the webcam."

"What?" Her and Merlin hadn't talked about Alvarr, had they?

"You forgot to disconnect the webcam after we'd finished talking. I saw Merlin rub and kiss your stomach."

"No, Hunith. It's not what you-"

"Sweetie, it's alright. You don't have to deny it. I'm happy for you! I really am!"

"But-"

"Morgana. Please. I know you're pregnant."

(cackles evilly to self)

Did anyone see that coming?

Maybe? Tell me if you did! I want to know if my writing is so predictably boring that you've all got bets on with each other on what's going to happen next!

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter because that's the main reason I'm writing this and please review! I want to hear your thoughts!

Thank you for reading!

Next chapter: Morgana gets an interesting letter back from Afghanistan.