Chapter two

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Merlin woke once again, to the sound of his eight-week pregnant girlfriend throwing up. He sat up groggily in bed and rubbed his eyes before going through to the kitchen area of their flat and filling a glass with water. He took a sip for himself and then entered the bathroom, handing the glass to Freya, who was still crouched over the toilet. She straightened up, flushed the toilet and took a sip of the water, grimacing. 'Thanks,' she whispered.

He grimaced back. 'Any better?' he asked, pulling her against his bare chest and rubbing her back. He felt her muscles loosen against him.

'A bit,' she replied, and then released herself. 'I need a shower.' They both caught sight of themselves in the mirror opposite. Both were even paler than usual due to the lack of sleep- Freya's morning sickness was in fact morning, afternoon, evening and three-in-the-morning sickness. Freya sighed and turned away from the mirror, pulling off her t-shirt (well, Merlin's t-shirt, originally. She'd claimed it for her night gown long ago) and knickers before stepping into the shower and turning on the water. And then she began to cry.

Merlin stared at her in bewilderment. 'Freya?'

'There's no hot water,' she said angrily through her tears, slamming the shower off and stepping out, standing naked and dripping water onto the floor in front of him. 'All I wanted was a warm shower...' she began to sob and Merlin let her fall into his arms, both of them sitting to lean against the side of the bath. Eventually, he whispered, 'Do you want some breakfast?'

She nodded. 'Just toast. Anything else and I'll throw up.'

He kissed the top of her head and stood up. 'It'll be ready for you in the kitchen when you want it. Get dressed, you'll feel better. We've got a long day ahead.' He left her and went through to the kitchen, shutting the door behind him. Once he was alone, he leant against the counter and put his face in his hands. He was exhausted just on Freya's behalf, so he couldn't begin to imagine how she was feeling. Tonight, they were going round to her parents' house to tell them about the pregnancy, which was something they were both dreading. Tomorrow night they were telling Hunith, which he didn't think would be as bad- his mother had always been very understanding. Freya's parents on the other hand...

There was a knock at the front door, and he jumped before going to answer it. To his surprise, Gwaine was standing there in shorts, trainers and a t-shirt, grinning. 'Morning,' he said, walking past him into the flat.

'Um, morning,' said Merlin, shutting the door and watching Gwaine walk straight over to the fridge and take out the carton of milk. 'Help yourself, I guess...' he muttered as Gwaine drank the entire carton in one go.

'Sorry, I know I don't usually do this,' said Gwaine, throwing the carton into the bin and wiping his mouth. 'It's just I've been running, getting fit for this role that used to be Arthur's, you know, and I forgot to take a drink, and your flat was closer, and I knew you wouldn't mind. Have you got any water?'

'Help yourself,' said Merlin, amused as Gwaine downed a glass of water.

'Merlin?' called Freya from the bathroom. 'Is someone there?'

'Only me,' shouted Gwaine. 'I just needed a drink, sorry... I'll get out of your hair, I'm sure you're very busy.' He grinned at Merlin again. 'Thanks for the milk. Will you be at Camelot today?'

'I'm doing the press releases with Arthur.'

'Oh yeah. I'll see you around, then. See you, Freya!' he shook Merlin's hand vigorously before bounding out of the flat again. Merlin went to look out of the window, where three stories down he could see the street below. He only had to wait a few moments before he saw Gwaine sprinting away from the building, and frowned. Was it his imagination, or had Gwaine been acting rather erratically lately? It hadn't exactly been the easiest time for him, what with him being given Arthur's lead role and promoting for Camelot, but still...

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Gwaine returned home an hour and a half later, the effects of the cocaine he had used to wake him up now wearing off. He couldn't remember much of what he had just spent his morning doing, only that he had been running and it had been good. He flopped down onto his sofa and reached for his cigarettes, lighting one and taking a long drag. He hadn't had a hit as good as that for a while, and to be honest it had gone straight to his head. He took another drag of the cigarette and flicked some ash onto the carpet, rubbing it away with the toe of his trainer.

Drugs had now become a frequent habit of his. At first it had only been for nights out, but then he had eventually realised how stupid this was. The hits made him feel good, and less shit about Freya being in love with his best friend, so why not let him feel good all week long? He had started off with just the evenings, maybe a line or drag of something to help relieve him of the day's pressures, but then he began to feel the after-effects every morning after. He'd quickly discovered that taking a shot of vodka when he woke up helped, so that had become a habit. Then there was a glass (or three) of wine with dinner, more if they went out... but he had it under control. He could stop if he wanted to. He could stop at any moment if he wanted to. Any moment.

He just couldn't see why that would ever be necessary.

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'Oh, it's been so long since we've seen you!' Morgana cried, throwing her arms around Freya as soon as they entered the flat. Leon appeared behind her and grinned, shaking Merlin's hand. 'Everyone else is already here,' Morgana gushed, leading them through to the kitchen, where around the table sat Gwen, Arthur, Gwaine and Percival. 'The dinner's almost ready, it's just got a few minutes left in the oven... let me take your coats...'

They sat down, and Merlin squeezed Freya's hand comfortingly under the table as everyone said hello at once. Morgana and Leon also sat back down again, beaming around at all of them. 'Arthur said you've been ill recently, Freya,' said Gwen, smiling across at her. 'You look better now. Do you feel better?'

Freya glanced across at Merlin, who shrugged. 'We might as well tell them now, I suppose,' she whispered to him, and he nodded.

'Tell us what?' asked Leon.

Merlin looked around at them all. 'Freya's pregnant.'

There was a moment of silence, and then the whole table erupted into cheers of congratulations and clapping. Gwaine stood up and went to get another beer from the fridge, and with his back turned he said, 'Congratulations, you guys!'

'Thanks,' said Merlin. He was a little surprised about how happy everyone was about this news. 'You all seem so...'

'This is amazing!' Morgana said, pouring everyone more wine. 'Oh, sorry, Freya- what do you want to drink? We have juice, squash, milk...'

'Just- just water, please,' said Freya, and turned to look at Merlin with tears in her eyes. She smiled a watery smile, and he smiled back. For the first time, he began to see this pregnancy as something other than a curse.

Morgana handed Freya a glass of water and then sat back down again. 'When are you due?' she asked.

'I've still got seven months to go,' said Freya, biting her lip. 'Actually, we need to book an appointment with the doctor, because we haven't even thought that far ahead... oh, it's all been so sudden.' She paused, and looked around anxiously. 'I just want to say thank you to you all for being so... so happy, and for inviting me into your friendship group, because you've all been together long before Merlin introduced me to you all, and...'

'Oh, don't worry about that, it feels like you've been here forever,' said Gwen warmly. 'How amazing is this? There's actually going to be a baby around here soon!'

The dinner continued to be littered with conversations about Freya's pregnancy, as well as promotion for the Sword in the Stone, Morgana and Leon's wedding plans and Gwen's new business. By the time dessert was being cleared away, Gwaine was beginning to slur his words, and Percival offered to take him home- their flats were opposite each others. Once the two of them had left, Merlin glanced at Freya and said, 'Actually, I think we should be getting off, too. It's been a long day.'

Freya smiled at him gratefully. Clearly he had noticed that she had begun to fidget in her chair. They got their coats and said their goodbyes, taking the ten-minute walk back to their flat and shutting themselves in. Wordlessly, Merlin looked at Freya and whispered, 'Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?'

Freya smiled and blushed. 'I think you might have mentioned it on the way there, yes.'

'I'm serious. You look... well, you're glowing.' He tenderly cupped her face in his hands and kissed her slowly, soundlessly, and she melted into his arms.

His breath was hot against her skin and she felt goosebumps appear on her neck, where he moved his lips to, gently pushing her coat off her shoulders. She returned the favour, followed by his tie. And shirt. And then her dress was gone, and both their shoes, and his socks and her tights, and then his belt and her bra, and then his boxers, and then her knickers. They moved slowly through the living room, with her walking backwards, but just as she thought she was going to be pushed through into the bedroom she instead found herself pressed against the wall.

Merlin paused, taking in her appearance. Her head was tilted slightly to the side, her hands against his back and legs on either side of his. 'Marry me,' he whispered.

She stilled for a moment, and then brought their lips together again. 'Yes,' she replied simply, and then they collided perfectly, in their own small bubble of content.

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'That was a good night,' said Gwen happily, linking her fingers with Arthur's and swinging their arms as they walked back to Arthur's flat. 'And Merlin and Freya are going to have a baby! How wonderful is that?'

'Wonderful,' Arthur agreed, looking down at their linked hands as they walked.

'I mean, it is a bit soon, and they both looked absolutely terrified, but as long as we're all there to help them then they should be all right...'

'Do you want kids?' said Arthur unexpectedly. Gwen stared at him in shock.

'Sorry?' she asked.

'Do you want kids?' he repeated. 'Not right now, obviously, but one day.'

She paused, and then smiled. 'Maybe. Yes. One day. What about you?'

'I want an army of children,' he decided, grinning. 'Obviously not yet, because I'd like to be married first...'

'I really have been a good influence on you,' laughed Gwen. 'When we first met, you'd just given an interview saying you would probably never get married, let alone have children.'

They stopped walking and Arthur pulled Gwen against his chest, kissing her quickly. 'I'll have to find some way to repay you for your services,' he whispered roughly. His hands found her hips, and she shivered at the contact.

'We should, um, we should get back,' whispered Gwen, making them walk again. Arthur's eyes never left her face as they crossed the road into Arthur's street. Their pace sped up, and as soon as they were inside, their mouths found each other again. She laughed at his eagerness to undress her and helped him with the ties on her dress before they stumbled into the bedroom, laughing at the clumsiness of their movements. When he was lying on top of her, Arthur paused in his movements and whispered, 'I love you.'

She smiled, and reached up to kiss him. 'I love you too.'

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'Are you sure you'll be all right?' Percival asked worriedly, as he dragged Gwaine into his flat and watched him stumble into the kitchen.

'I'm fine,' Gwaine slurred, looking through his cupboards for something. 'You should sleep. Not here. At yours... go and sleep.'

Percival hesitated. 'All right,' he said eventually. His flat was only across the hall from Gwaine's, after all. 'Give me a shout if you need anything, yeah?'

'Got it.' Gwaine waited until he was certain Percival had left the flat before staggering into the bathroom and opening up the medicine cabinet.

Freya was pregnant.

A small part of him had always hoped that Merlin and Freya would split up for some reason or another, and then she would realise that it was because she had been in love with him all along. But now they were having a baby together. A fucking baby, which would of course mean they would be joined together for the rest of their lives.

He was vaguely aware that he was crying as he found the needle and shut out the rest of the world.

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'Everything smells amazing,' said Arthur in wonder, coming out of the bedroom and going into the kitchen to stand behind Gwen and plant a kiss on her collarbone. They were at Gwen's flat, and dinner was being cooked in preparation for their dinner with Lancelot, who was due to arrive in ten minutes. She leant back and smiled, stopping stirring the sauce for a moment and letting his lips move across to her shoulder. 'Is there anything you want me to do?' he asked after a moment of simply breathing in her scent.

'Um...' she looked around. Nearly everything was done, and there was no way she was trusting him to look after the actual food, not now she had discovered he couldn't even fry an egg. 'You can set the table, if you want.'

'Okay.' He kissed her once more and then moved to the cupboard to get out plates. 'How was your day?' he asked as he put the plates on the table. He'd arrived in time for sex and then a shower as she had started to cook, so they hadn't exactly had a lot of time to talk today.

'It was good,' said Gwen happily, adding a bit more pepper to the sauce. 'We were auditioning more models today for the website, which was interesting.'

'How come?'

'Well, we specifically told them to arrive completely bare-faced, because our unique selling point seems to have become the whole minimal make-up look, but we still had to turn about twenty girls away because they tried to do the whole "invisible" make-up thing- you know, pretending they weren't wearing any but actually being really obvious that they were wearing foundation...'

Arthur smiled to himself as he laid out the cutlery. Gwen had never spoken this passionately about working for Camelot, and it was nice to see her finally in the right place. In truth, he was a little nervous about meeting Lancelot tonight. It wasn't that he was worried Gwen would leave him for Lancelot- he trusted her completely. It was just that Arthur knew nothing about the world of fashion, and Lancelot obviously did. Lancelot was involved in this whirlwind that Gwen was in, with her business plans and her designs and her campaigns, and Arthur could only watch from the sidelines. The only thing he could really do was support her decisions (he could hardly give advice; he knew nothing) and hope to God that Lancelot was really ugly.

There was a knock on the door, and Gwen stopped talking, taking off her apron and hanging it up on the back of the kitchen door. 'I'll get it,' she said, and Arthur listened intently as she opened the front door. He could hear a man's voice saying something quietly, and Gwen laughing- don't get jealous, he told himself sternly- and then Gwen walked back in with Lancelot in tow. Arthur's stomach dropped. To his dismay, Lancelot looked something like a God. Perfectly styled black hair, cheekbones to die for, smartly dressed- this man was perfect.

'Arthur, this is Lancelot Du Lac,' said Gwen proudly, looking between the two men.

Arthur forced himself to smile and shook Lancelot's hand, who grinned back easily. 'Nice to meet you,' said Lancelot, and Arthur smiled back, this time a little less forced. He seemed pleasant enough. 'Um, this is for both of you...' he held out a bottle of red wine, which Gwen took.

'Oh, you really didn't have to,' she laughed, getting three wine glasses out of the cupboard and a corkscrew. 'Arthur, isn't this great? And oh, it smells so good, here...'

Arthur inhaled deeply and smiled again. 'Smells amazing. Thanks, mate,' he lied. He hated red wine. Always had. He was pretty sure Gwen knew this, because when she handed him a glass, it was only half-full and was accompanied with a sympathetic smile.

As they sat down and ate, Arthur watched how Gwen and Lancelot interacted. She laughed at his jokes (which were unfortunately very funny), she played with her hair, they paid each other compliments. They barely paid attention to him sat in the middle, occasionally asking his opinion on something to do with the industry which of course he knew nothing about. Ignoring its disgusting taste, Arthur managed to drink several more glasses of the wine, until finally dessert had been cleared away and Lancelot was buttoning up his coat.

'Well, it was great to finally meet you, Arthur,' he said, and Arthur stumbled slightly as he stood up to shake his hand.

'You too,' said Arthur with another smile. 'And thanks again for the wine, it was delicious.'

'No problem. Hope to see you soon... and Gwen, I'll see you tomorrow at the office?' he looked questioningly at her, and she nodded.

'I'll see you out,' she said quickly, and the two of them walked out into the hallway. To Arthur's surprise, Gwen glared at him before shutting him in the kitchen. He frowned and then pressed his ear to the door to hear what they were saying. They were speaking quietly, but he managed to make out most of what they were saying.

'I'm sorry about Arthur,' Gwen was saying quietly, and Arthur felt himself begin to heat up. She was apologising on his behalf? For what? 'He's not usually like that.'

'Don't worry about it,' Lancelot replied, just as quietly. 'He had quite a bit to drink, and I'm sure on some level he probably felt intimidated.'

There was a pause. 'Intimidated? Why would he feel intimidated?' Gwen asked after a moment.

'Well, you know. Because of what happened. With us.'

Arthur closed his eyes. Please, no.

'He doesn't know,' Gwen replied quickly.

'He doesn't?'

'I didn't see the point in telling him. It was years ago, we were both really drunk... it was one night. It meant nothing. He's got enough on his plate without having to feel jealous- not that he would have any reason to. Please, just don't bring it up. For me.'

There was another pause. 'Okay,' said Lancelot. 'I'll see you tomorrow.'

'See you.' The door shut, and Arthur sat back down at the table hastily, forcing himself to calm down as she entered the room. He looked up at her and immediately noticed the fury on her face.

'What was that?' she asked quietly, going over to scrape the remains of the food into the bin.

'What was what?' he replied, fiddling with the salt shaker.

'That- that performance you just gave. It was so embarrassing! You just sat in silence for the majority of the meal, and when we tried to include you, you just gave one-word answers.'

'I was the one performing?' Arthur exclaimed, sitting up straight. 'What about you, laughing just a bit too loudly and fiddling with your hair all the time? Was that to impress him?'

Gwen laughed, but he could tell she wasn't amused. 'That was my feeble attempt to cover up your rudeness. And what about the amount you drank? You hate red wine! You always have!'

'Well, perhaps I don't hate it so much, not now that it was the only thing that got me through this evening,' he snapped, and immediately regretted it.

'Look,' said Gwen quietly, still facing away from him. 'I am trying very hard at the moment to incorporate you into my new life. I want you to be a part of it, really, I do. And Lancelot already is. I want the two of you to get along, because then you'll be even more involved. But I need you to try as well. Lancelot was, he kept trying to ask you loads of questions, but...'

'I am trying,' said Arthur through gritted teeth. 'But don't expect me to just- just completely ignore my other life, just because you've got a new job.'

'I don't expect you to ignore Camelot! When have I ever given you that impression?'

'I ask you about your day all the time,' said Arthur furiously. 'Every time we see each other, I ask you how your day was, and I listen. I listen to all your stories about your teams, and your new designs, but you very rarely ask me about my day.'

'Arthur-'

He ignored her. 'Shall I tell you about my day now? Because I'll be honest, it was pretty shit. I had interviews all morning and for half the afternoon with press, which is always mind-numbingly dull because they all ask the same unoriginal questions. And then to top it all off, I had to go to Camelot to collect some stuff from my dressing room, and my dad was there, and do you know what he did? He blanked me. My own dad refused to acknowledge the existence of his own son. Because of you. I have given up so much for you, Guinevere, but sometimes I feel like I'm giving more than I'm receiving in this relationship!'

'Well, if I'm really that much of an inconvenience, maybe you should just leave,' Gwen snapped, finally turning round. 'If all you care about is your stupid job...'

Arthur stared at her. 'You hypocrite,' he said quietly, and picked up his keys from the side before leaving the kitchen.

'Arthur,' Gwen called out feebly, but got no reply. A moment later the front door slammed shut.

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Arthur nearly ran down the stairs and out into the dark street, getting into his car and swearing angrily as he tried to put his seatbelt on. Eventually he got it to work and drove quickly and unsteadily to his flat, which made him think the amount of red wine he had drank probably meant he was over the limit, and then slammed his front door shut behind him and kicking off his shoes. For a moment he just stood still, looking around. It was too quiet, so he attached his iPod to his speakers and turned the volume up so that the bass was making the ground shake beneath his feet. Remembering what a good idea it had been to buy surround sound speakers, he went through to the living room and lay down on the sofa, shutting his eyes and letting himself be absorbed by the music. He must have drifted off at some point, because the next thing he knew, he was being woken by the sound of someone buzzing to be let into the building. The album he had been listening to had stopped, and he sat up groggily before going over to pick up the phone.

'Who is it?' he said cautiously, checking his watch. It was quarter to one in the morning.

'It's me,' said Gwen's voice, to his surprise. 'Can I see you?'

Wordlessly, he buzzed her in and put the phone down, rubbing his eyes in an attempt to wake himself up. He only had to wait a minute before there was a knock on the door, and then he let Gwen in. She stood in front of him, cheeks slightly flushed from hurrying up the stairs, and took in his appearance.

'Thank god you're alive,' she muttered, running a hand through her hair. Arthur frowned. 'What do you mean?'

'Arthur, you drank nearly an entire bottle of red wine. You must have been over the limit, and I saw you drive off so quickly, and I tried to give you space to clear your head, but I'm sorry, I had to see you.'

'Oh. Right.' He turned slowly in a circle, showing her his body. 'Well, here I am. Alive and well. Slightly tired, though, because it's quarter to one in the morning...'

'I'm sorry,' she said again. 'But I... I didn't want to wait until morning to sort this out.' She paused. 'Can we sit down?'

'Er, yeah. Sure.' He gestured for the living room and she walked through, sitting down on the sofa. He sat down next to her and watched expectantly.

'Okay.' She cleared her throat. 'Maybe... maybe I've been a little bit preoccupied with my job.'

'A little?'

'I've been very preoccupied with my job,' she corrected herself with a smile. 'And I've only been focusing on how busy my life is right now, without stopping to think about what you're going through with your father.'

'Guinevere...'

'No, let me finish. And I can see why you'd feel intimidated by my closeness with Lancelot, but you have to understand that he's only in that one aspect of my life. I'm not in a relationship with him- I'm with you, and only you. And I'm sorry for not asking you more about what's going on at Camelot, but a part of me thought you might not want to talk about it. Clearly I was wrong, and I'm sorry about that, too...'

'Guinevere,' he tried again, but she carried on.

'And I promise to take into consideration what's going on with your father from now on, and the pressure you're under, but I need you to help me out, too. I need you to be less hostile to Lancelot, because if that's how you're going to act every time I work closely with a man, I don't see how it's going to work, and-'

Arthur pulled her close suddenly, which got her to stop talking. They were nose to nose when he whispered, 'I'm sorry about tonight. I was a dick. And if you can forgive me, I promise it won't happen again.'

Part of him wanted to ask her about what Lancelot had meant- what had happened between them? But if it had been anything serious, she would have told him. Like she said, whatever it was had been years and years ago, and didn't mean anything. That discussion could be saved for another day.

Gwen's face softened. 'Only if you forgive me too. I'm sorry.'

'So we're both sorry.'

'Yeah.'

'Okay.' He kissed her softly, feeling her relax as he pushed her onto her back against the sofa cushions.

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Later, when their breathing had returned to normal and their naked bodies were covered by a blanket, Gwen looked down at Arthur, who was resting his head on her shoulder. 'We just had our first proper fight,' she whispered.

He looked up at her and smiled. 'Oh, yeah. And we survived it. I think that deserves a high-five.' They high-fived each other softly and then linked their fingers together. There was a moment's silence before Arthur felt Gwen's stomach rumble against his. He chuckled. 'Are you hungry?'

She laughed with him. 'I actually think I am. Do you have any food?'

'Half a loaf of bread, and I think it's stale.'

'Oh.'

Arthur smiled and sat up straighter to look her in the eyes. 'You know what we've never done?'

'What?'

'We've never ordered from Benny's.'

'What's Benny's?'

'Benny's is the greatest cafe and takeaway place you will ever come across. I actually have them on speed-dial on my phone...'

'You do?' she sat up with him. 'Are they open twenty-four hours?'

'They are indeed. When I would come back from a night out at three in the morning, or have had to get up in the middle of the night for a night shoot, I always order from Benny's.'

'Well, this sounds amazing,' said Gwen with a smile. 'What do you usually order?'

'Pizza. Or milkshakes. Which would you prefer?'

She laughed. 'Let's get both.'

'Okay. Let me grab the phone.' He kissed her quickly and left the room. Gwen lay back on the sofa with a smile on her face, listening to him talk to someone on the phone. After several minutes he returned, sliding back under the blanket with her. 'It'll be here in about twenty minutes,' he told her.

'That's fast.'

'Well, it's only a couple of streets away.'

They talked quietly until they were interrupted by someone buzzing to be let into the building. Arthur sighed dramatically, putting on his shirt and boxers before going to answer the door. Gwen heard him talking to another man for a minute and some laughter before he re-entered the room, carrying a box of pizza and two plastic cartons of strawberry milkshake.

'This is amazing,' said Gwen happily as he sat down next to her and opened up the pizza box. 'You know, I've never had a midnight feast with a boyfriend before.'

'Me neither,' said Arthur, taking a bite of the pizza. 'Probably because I've never had a boyfriend.'

Gwen laughed again, but stopped when she took her first sip of milkshake. 'Oh my god. That is, without a doubt, the greatest milkshake I've ever tasted.'

'Well, I'm glad you like it.' Arthur held up his own milkshake and touched it against hers gently. 'Cheers.'

They ate in silence, occasionally brushing hands or sharing smiles. When they were finished, they sat back against the sofa, with Gwen's legs overlapping Arthur's and his fingertips running through her hair absentmindedly. Then Arthur said quietly, 'I don't ever want to move.'

Gwen yawned. 'I know. It's so comfortable...'

'No, I'm serious.' She looked up at him, and he continued. 'If I could stay right here, full up with the best pizza and milkshake in the world, in the middle of the night with you on my lap, for the rest of my life, I would be so happy...'

Gwen smiled lazily and reached up to kiss him. 'I love you,' she whispered. 'And I'm so glad we didn't wait until the morning to sort the fight out.'

He kissed her back. 'I love you too.'

The fight about what Lancelot had mentioned could definitely wait until another day. What they had together was slightly fragile at the moment, and Arthur really didn't want to risk another fight so soon. Not now.

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Gwen nestled herself against Arthur's side, breathing in his scent and trying to ignore the guilt in her stomach. She had to tell Arthur about Lancelot. It was bound to come up sooner or later, and she didn't dare to think how he would react if he found out from someone else. She just didn't want to hurt him.

She would tell him tomorrow, she decided. Then everything would be out in the open.

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hey, guys...

So I hope that wasn't too soppy... I wanted to make a fight between Arthur and Gwen where they both had valid points, so hopefully I managed that! Let me know if you thought it was all right?

Also, what would you guys think of some more involvement from the paparazzi? I've been quite nice to the characters in this sequel so far, but it might spice things up a bit... what do you think?

p.s. I'm thinking about getting Elyan more involved in the main plot in a couple of chapters' time. Yes or no?

p.p.s. thank you so much to everyone for your reviews. It's so helpful and I love you all!

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