Arthur & Gwen | Wherever wewe Will Go

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    “My lady, the midwife is here to see you,” Sir Leon has just knocked as Gwen and Arthur are finishing their dinner.
    “Thank you, Leon, please send her in,” Gwen says.
    “Yes, my lady. And congratulations,” he grins at her, a boyish grin that Gwen remembers from her childhood when her mother was working in his family’s home.
    “Thank you.”
    Gwen stands, sits again, and stands carefully, slower. Arthur frowns. He is sick with worry over what’s probably...

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    Arthur taps his way into his living room, nearly trips around the table, straightens up and walks to his room without a word. Gwaine walks out from the kitchen, wiping his hands on the towel and smiles at Merlin.
    “How was the party, guys?” he asks, but he gets no reply from either Merlin au Arthur. Gwaine looks at Arthur and then at Merlin, his brow arching in puzzled reaction.
    “Arthur?” he calls again but Arthur nears his door, pushes it open and steps inside without answering Gwaine’s call. Gwaine wants...

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    Gwen falls asleep in Arthur’s arms, but Arthur lays awake for a while, his own thoughts now drifting to their wedding night, guided there kwa Guinevere’s earlier confession.

    “I upendo you,” I had gasped, collapsing carefully over her. I didn’t want to crush her, not yet realizing that this petite beauty beneath me is actually a lot sturdier than she looks. “I upendo wewe zaidi than I thought myself capable of loving anyone,” I muttered into her ear and buried my face in her neck. She smelled wonderful. She always smells wonderful....