Usually, Arthur could throw money at his problems and often, they would go away. Unfortunately, he suspected Gwen would not appreciate him hiring someone else to stand next to her during her giving birth. So here he was, his hand gripped tightly by Gwen, trying desperately not to look at everything that was happening between her legs, because apparently, he didn't deal well with blood or Gwen in pain.

Merlin, though, seemed to be completely at ease, a video camera in his hand. "Smile Arthur! You look like you're in as much pain as Gwen."

It was a good thing Gwen was clinging to his hand because if not, Arthur would have gone over and smacked Merlin. Why did he even say yes to Merlin recording this moment? The way things were going, he never wanted to relive this moment.

She squeezed his hand, her nails digging into his palm. "I don't want this baby anymore!" she moaned, "Just leave him in me forever!"

"Isn't there something you can give her for the pain?" The sweat pouring down her face alarmed him. God, he felt so useless.

"She'll be fine Sir."

"She doesn't look fine!"

"Wave to the camera Arthur! Here is the baby's daddy - doesn't he look even more ill than his wife? It's a good thing he's not the one giving birth!"

"Push honey!" The rotund nurse urged Gwen.

"I am!" He nails dug into him again and he started to feel a little faint. Gwen looked like she was in such pain yet aside from whispering comforting words to her and holding her hand, he was completely useless.

"Once more dear!" How did the nurse sound so calm? Couldn't she see how much Gwen was suffering? He kept his sight focused on Gwen's face, clutching her hand.

"She's ok right?"

"Sir, she's fine."

"Because if she isn't you must tell me ok? Why is she in so much pain? Are you sure she should be in so much pain?"

"Sir, please, just hold onto her." Oh god. This was worse than negotiating a contract with Odin. Worse than listening to Morgana complain about their father. Worse than watching monster truck racing with Merlin.

Suddenly, there was a flutter of activity. And miraculously one of the nurses was lifting up a baby - at least he thought it was a baby since it seemed to be covered with blood and slime. He turned to Gwen and saw that she was sobbing and he started to panic again.

"Sweetheart, what happened? Are you ok?"

"Whoo hoo! And here is Merlin Junior! Aren't you a darling?"

"Our son," she heaved between sobs. At that moment, another nurse (the same one?) passed a little bundle to Gwen. He peered over and buried in the cloth was the tiniest baby he'd every seen. A smile spread through him. They had a son.

Through her tears, Gwen beamed at him.

He never wanted to go through this again.

"Come on Pendragons! Smile for the camera!"

He was too tired to throw anything at Merlin. "Shut up."

AN: Fluff! I hope you enjoyed them. I definitely enjoyed reading your comments. Thank you. :)