Guilty Pleasures Nov 4, 2011 2:04:25 GMT -5
Post by Arthur Pendragon on Nov 4, 2011 2:04:25 GMT -5
Arthur moved to the edge of the bed, pulling his pants on and tying up the laces to them. He then walked over to the other side of the bed -- her side -- where his shirt lay on the ground. As he bent down to pick it up, he heard her words. "I will find you should anything changes." He had not even thought about that. He did not fully stand straight, but in his bent over position, even with his shirt in his head, his eyes met hers. He had been so caught up in all the emotions -- first ones of pleasure, then ones of guilt -- that he hadn't even considered the possibility that she could be with child. He had said that he didn't want a child with anyone else; only Guinevère. But he also knew of the complications this could pose if she was pregnant. Yet the thought of it . . . seemed so wonderful. So, bittersweet. Snapping out of this potentially shocking situation, he raised himself once more, now standing straight as he pulled his shirt over him.
"Please do." His voice had returned to that slightly more formal tone, because . . . he didn't know how to act now. He was so confused about how to act around her. He picked up his boots and sat at the edge of the bed to pull them on, trying to think of what would happen if she was with child. How would he explain that to Elena? Would it be a boy or girl? How would she explain that to Thomas? What name would they give the child? There were both questions that concerned him, and then there were the questions that he grew excited over. But he could not get his hopes up. There was no guarantee and he hoped that whatever better outcome for her it was, that that was the one that played out. Once he got his boots on, he went over to where the rest of his things were sprawled about. He started with his belt, putting it around his waist as it held his sword.