He is pacing again.

Why is it when something important is happening My High Sorcerer is always pacing?

Arthur thinks as he is leaning on his elbow watching Merlin make laps around him. They are alone in the warlock's shared chambers and once again Merlin will not stop moving.

"You can stop doing that at any time you know."

Arthur's bored expression comes out thickly, Merlin stops for a second and glares at his king.

"Do you always have to act that way?"

Arthur's brow furrows, he leans back and crosses his arms.

"What way?"

Merlin leans on the opposite side of the table toward him.

"That way that makes everyone in the room believes you know everything and are bored because you 'supposedly' have gone through it."

"That's because I have Merlin."

Merlin pushes back and stands up.

"No, if I remember correctly you decided to go hunting that day."

Arthur furrows his brow.

"Yes, because I wasn't going to solve anything by standing around the castle."

"What if something bad happened?"

"Well nothing bad did happen."

"Well what if it did? I mean come on mate so many things could go wrong right now like-"

"You spend too much time with your nose in books Merlin. If you didn't have all that knowledge in your head do you know what you'd be?"

"King Arthur?"

His majesty narrows his eyes at the warlock.

"Happy Merlin! You would be happy…and less anxious. Come on there's a whole arsenal of woman in there. What could possibly go wrong?"

Arthur's hands come out as his feet make thud noises as they cross on top of the table. The king looks particularly happy with himself. Merlin slumps into a chair, he really should relax. Everything will be fine, Morgana has seen that everything will be fine…he should stop worrying.

"Merlin."

The sorcerer looks up.

"What?"

Arthur exhales.

"Ok as much as I hate the pacing and the snotty retorts I prefer them over your silence. Come on man talk, I know you're nervous but Morgana is going to be fine. I'm actually surprised it took you three years of marriage before she had this child. We all know that you two can't stop…ugh…"

The king makes a disgusted face and Merlin allows himself a small smile. The mood shifts for a moment.

"I give her an anti-fertility tonic. She just stopped taking it recently."

Arthur eyes his friend.

"Why did she wait so long? I thought you two wanted children."

"We do, I just think we wanted time for just the two of us first. We didn't want to split our attention before we had too."

Arthur nods and gives Merlin an understanding look. He knows how important the time Merlin and Morgana have had alone has meant to both of them. He loves the few moments a day he gets alone with Guinevere.

As if she heard his thoughts The Queen softly enters the room, a smile on her face. She goes over to Merlin who stands up to receive her in a hug.

"Merlin how are you?"

"Oh you know…my wife is in the other room giving birth…I'm peachy." Guinevere chuckles at his rigid behavior.

"It will be all right Merlin. We have the best midwives in the kingdom in there, not to mention a few of Morgana's healing apprentices. You know she will be ok."

Merlin deflates a little.

"I know, she has seen it…it's just…"

"Doesn't make it any easier, I know my friend." The king chimes in.

Arthur has come around the table to pat Merlin on the back. For a moment the sarcasm is lost and the king sympathizes with his sorcerer.

"I remember how scared I was when Guinevere was giving birth to Tom."

The queen and king pass a loving smile to one another.

"I think I was pacing more than you were, I actually didn't get much hunting done while we were out in the woods, but I knew if I stayed in the castle it would probably be worse, and I had no vision to tell me everything was going to be ok. My mother died giving birth to me, magical or otherwise, I still fear the act. I remember my mind just kept telling me to pray that she would be alright, she would not end up like my mother."

Arthur looks over at Gwen. The fear of child birth is still hard for The King.

"When I got back I was greeted by the nurse at the gate to tell me that both The Queen and my new son were in perfect health."

Merlin forgets his troubles for a moment as he recollects the incident.

"I remember I was there with you. If I recall correctly you had destroyed my hand from the squeezing it so hard when she said 'your baby boy is healthy.'"

Suddenly Arthur can't contain himself from the memory. He moves across the room and picks Guinevere up and twirls her around, all parties in the room laughing.

"A boy on the first try, my wife is extraordinary."

For a moment Merlin presence is forgotten as Arthur brings his lips down to lock Guinevere in a passionate kiss. The warlock is about to roll his eyes when the door opens.

"Milord? Milady is asking for you."

The nurse's voice snaps them all out of the trance they entered. She is smiling, it is a good sign. Merlin sends his friends a smile and exits the room quickly.

She is tired. The sweat has finally dried on her skin. All the nurses are fussing about around her. Cleaning the baby and giving the small bundle back to the High Priestess as quickly as possible. They cover him with a soft white sheet to conceal him from the sun. Tears are threatening to spill from Morgana's eyes as she holds her son, the overwhelming emotion that he is finally here hitting her suddenly.

A moment later the door opens and Merlin enters. His breath catches in his throat when his eyes land on Morgana, he cannot move. She is breathtaking, she may have on no makeup, and her hair may be sticking to her forehead, but she is glowing, and has once again rendered him speechless. Luckily, he recovers quicker than he used to. He crosses the room and leans over the side of the bed, tears threatening his eyes.

Hello my love.

He kisses her brow and brushes back her sweat stained hair. She takes his hand, the smile on her face sparkles. The nurses around them swoon at the scene. Morgana sends them a look and they quickly get the hint and scurry out, leaving the three alone together.

"How are you feeling Morgana?"

He is kissing her knuckles. He knows she must be exhausted. A blanket is covering her chest, and he hopes his new son is under the sheet, and not with the nurses.

"I am very, very tired. You must rub my feet for making me go through such a horrific experience."

Merlin smiles.

"I made you go through this experience? I feel as if I'm being blamed for this."

"You are, and rightfully so, I was cursing your name as I pushed."

He softly smiles and then tenderly kisses her brow.

"I will gladly be responsible for this my love."

She sighs in contempt.

"Do you wish to see him?"

Merlin nods, he is anxious to lay eyes on his son.

She lifts the blanket and nestled next to her breast is the smallest babe Merlin has ever seen. He is freshly washed, but still red. His ten little fingers and toes move softly, he is gurgling and snuggling closer to Morgana. Merlin has to close his eyes in an attempt to not cry, he does not wish to be teased by his wife anymore today.

"Morgana, he is perfect."

She smiles softly at him.

"I'd like to think so. He does get his dashing good looks from his father."

Merlin can't stop staring at his son. A few stray tears win out and move down his cheek.

"Do you wish to hold him?"

He is a little nervous, but takes a breath and nods. It is awkward holding a baby for the first time, adjusting their head to make sure they are perfectly positioned in your arms. They are so fragile you fear they will break. Yet, with his son in his arms, the official manifestation of his union with his wife, he feels stronger than he has in a long time. Her hand is on his arms rubbing up and down as they gaze at their son. Balinor's small hand comes out and grasps at Merlin's finger, his big blue eyes matching his father's, he did not believe in love at first sight until this moment.

"He's beautiful Morgana."

He looks back at his wife, fatigue setting in. He moves to sit on the pillows with her, Morgana's delicate hand coming to touch the infant.

"I love you Morgana. Thank you for bringing our son into this world."

She smiles at him.

"I love you as well Merlin. I would return the sentiment but that was quite horrific."

He laughs lightly and slowly kisses her on the lips, fatigue is slowly settling in on his wife and her eyes get heavy as she slowly drifts off on his shoulder. He kisses her once more on her temple for good measure. He cannot do much more for the time being, but for his son he can wait, two months is nothing.

She is sitting in her chambers, rocking back and forth as she hums and coos to Balinor. She is staring at the window as the babe nestles close to her breast, only two and a half months old. There are flowers everywhere, the soft sent of lilacs, marigolds, roses, lilies, and every other flower Merlin could find fills the room. She hums more at the comforting scent. She looks to her right. A parchment addressed the 'Morgana High Priestess of Camelot' sits on her vanity. It is a congratulation letter from the lords up north. She hums more and looks down at her son again, the softest smile adorning her lips.

"I am so happy I came back to Camelot, Balinor."

As the words pass her lips she feels the flowers shift, their pollen swirling around her head. She looks forward at herself in her mirror, and remembers. This is the moment, this is her vision. On a lazy afternoon with her babe, no real significance in the day, her vision takes place. She closes her eyes as the tears pour down her cheeks.

"I love you so, so much my baby Balinor."

She holds him close and kisses his round cheek, he gurgles in response, his small hands coming up to catch any loose strands of hair. A second later Merlin walks in. The smile on his face drops a little as he sees Morgana cry silent tears. He rushes to her side immediately, kneeling down next to her chair.

"Morgana, my love what is wrong?"

He rubs Balinor's head, checking him for any problems, before he looks up at his wife's eyes. She is smiling through her tears.

"It has happened Merlin." His brow scrunches up in response.

She shifts so she can place her hand on his cheek.

"My vision, it has come to pass."

Merlin's eyes widen and then a glorious smile takes over his features. He swoops in to kiss her as her tears dry and he slowly takes their son from her arms. He sits on the side of the bed with his boy and she moves from her chair to sit next to her husband, and to rub at one of Balinor's feet.

"I told you it was a good dream Morgana."

She sighs on his shoulder and he kisses her crown.

"My dream feels like…"

Redemption.

Fin.

ITS OVER! WOOHOO! Ok woohoo for me cuz I finally got it all out haha. Thought I'd end with her vision, coming a little full circle from the whole thing. I got a little Arwen lovin in there...their just too cute not to write about:) Anyway, update! I actually have eight very long chapters almost completed for Unwelcomed Arrangements. They will be going up a lot slower though but do not fret! I hit a road block but an amazing person on Tumblr is helping me out so I can get things smoothed over and put it up. I will have the second chapter up, either right after posting this or a little later, so do not fret my loyal reviewers/followers! Anywho, I am glad ya'll enjoyed this story, it was a lot of fun to write. The Bliss universe will take a back seat for a little bit, I'm getting a little too excited with my new fic so I'm going to focus on that:) If I get any prompts though, I so promise to post more.

As always, thank you for following me on this journey, I am so happy to write this. As always, I love to hear from you guys! Happy reading! :)