AN: Just a little something that came to me this evening.

"And up into the air! You're flying!"

"I wouldn't do that if I were you Merlin, I just fed him." Gwen commented as Merlin held baby Amhar and raised him into the air, playing with the prince.

"Don't worry Gwen," Merlin dismissed. "Amhar loves this game, don't you?"

With that he swung Amhar into the air again; maintaining a tight hold as he spun around and bobbed Amhar up and down. Gwen watched them from the table where she and Arthur were discussing the taxes of the townspeople and Arthur was torn between yelling at Merlin to put his son down before he dropped him and waiting on the inevitable. A just-fed baby being swung around like that by Merlin meant only one thing…

"Blergh!"

Amhar spat up all over Merlin; covering the bottom half of his face and his scarf and half-digested milk and soggy bread. Arthur jumped to his feet and took a now-crying Amhar out of Merlin's grasp while Gwen rolled her eyes and guided Merlin out of the room to get cleaned up. As soon as the door shut behind them Arthur soothed his son and pressed a kiss to the baby's forehead.

"That's my boy." Arthur said proudly.