An Unexpected Surprise [Modern AU]

[Arthur Pendragon]

----- A Brief History -----

Arthur Pendragon was born in England, into a wealthy family, as the sole son of Uther Pendragon. His mother passed away during childbirth, for the choice was given whether the son should live or the mother: the decision made was that Arthur lived. And thus, Ygraine passed away. Arthur was raised with the utmost discipline, seldom ever disobeying his father. When he was young, Uther's illegitimate daughter, Morgana, joined their family when her mother passed away. She held resentment against her father for not taking care of her and her mother properly, and the bitterness intensified as they grew up.Uther owns a hospital and so at a young age, it was expected for Arthur to enter the medical field. Despite his own interests and passions, medicine was a non optional career for the Pendragon son. He excelled in his studies, easily descending into medical school . . . with the help of his father's connections.

While Arthur prefers to have earned his place, his father often gives him privilege over others using wealth, high standing, and his many connections within society. Even if he feels it unfair and finds himself undeserving of it, he seldom objects to his father's decisions. Arthur became a well respected doctor, showing brilliance in his field and the passion to practice medicine ignited Arthur's exemplary skills in it. As his father ages, he is planning on retiring soon, planning to leave the hospital in his son's name. Arthur had always expected to take control of it, however an envious Morgana wishes for control of the institute. Because of that, there are high tensions between the siblings as she is doing all that she can to claim ownership of it, above her half brother. Arthur currently is still working in the hospital, and his father is still set in passing on ownership to his only son.

While he is a well respected doctor, Arthur also possesses a more immature side to him. This is mostly in his relationships. He tends to be a womanizer, enjoying the company of females, whether they be nurses in the hospital, or those he meets in other social situations. He is carefree when it comes to having that commitment to a single person, much enjoying being charming and worry free. As he has been set in this way for quite some time, his father is beginning to pressure him to settle down for his reputation as a 'play boy doctor' is not benefiting the hospital . . . especially if he is to one day become Chief of it and run the entire institute on his own. In the meantime, his reputation as a brilliant doctor, especially for his age, makes him a highly respected figure among the hospital and throughout the country.

It was a slow day today and while Arthur could not exactly leave the hospital, he was finding ways to entertain himself within the walls. It was easily done, especially when there was a new beautiful nurse who had just joined their staff. There were of course rules and regulations of dating among staff members . . . but this was one of those times that Arthur enjoyed using his position as the chief's son, to gain freedom to do as he wished. So long as he was doing his job, what his father didn't know -- and didn't directly see -- couldn't hurt. Besides, he was only getting to know his staff . . . it wasn't his fault that their newest nurse just happened to be a beautiful young woman. He was standing in front of her, his hand causally on the wall as she was leaning against the wall herself. "Mithian Nemeth. Now that is a beautiful name for an even more beautiful woman." The nurse giggled and it only encouraged him to keep going.

"What does it mean?" She possessed an exotic beauty, so he knew she was not from England. He was determined to find out where she was from . . . or at least show interest for it would demonstrate his interest in her. She did not seem disinterested in his obvious flirtation either. In fact, she was reciprocating. While Arthur loved a challenge every now and then, he also just loved this enjoyable way to pass the time. With hardly any effort put in, apart from a charming smile and flattering words. Ah yes! This was the life, and Arthur planned to live it up for as long as he could get away with. Besides, it was not as if he had any plans of settling down any time soon. He would continue to take full advantage of the life of a single bachelor, with the title of Doctor and all the wealth he possessed.


_{Setting: Starts in the hospital, will move around quite a bit
Time of Day: Afternoon
Timeline: 2012, a Modern AU thread
Notes: Dedicated to the awesome Lady Elenora as it was her prompt that allowed us to create this thread. Thank you for your constant support and superb idea!
Tag: Guinevère}

[Guinevère]

2012

Guinevère was a teacher at the local high school. She enjoyed her work, but when your living on a fixed income she wasn't able to have very many grand things in life. While not poor, she had learned over the years to plan ever dollar spent. Her father had passed away years ago, and her brother had a job that took his far and wide. So it was just Guinevère, and her pet: Lucifer. Named so when he would steal all her things and hide them!

Lucifer had started as a class pet, gifted tot he class from a parent whom no longer wanted it. He was just a baby then but she had taken him in and they'd become the best of friends. There was only one thing that turned people off about her pet: Lucifer was a ferret and he had a really bad habit at taking nips out of the hands that held him when he did not want to be held. Which meant: he was not a class pet.

Guinevère's life was about to take a turn, and it happened something like this . . . .

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Where all medical buildings like this? Bigger on the inside. Cleaner too. Clean was good, though she would loved to have put some flowers in some of these rooms to ease the smell of sterile in the air. Placing her hand over her churning belly Guinevère stopped at the nurses desk and unfolding her notebook paper. Once again finding herself waiting for them to be free enough to tell her how to get to the wing that 'Dr. Arthur Pendragon' was in.

Four months ago, she'd meet the man. The one that the tabloids loved, and whom was rich and wild and sort of famous. Young pretty doctor, and heir to his fathers . . . what was it today? Billions? Yes, everyone knew him, and for one night four months ago she had known him too. Arthur had a sister, Morgana. Guinevère knew her well. They had been friends when her father did a few jobs at Morgana's home. Guinevère had even met Arthur a few times in her much younger youth. So four months ago, when there had been a charity for the schools of the city, they picked a few teachers to attend.

Young and pretty they'd picked her. Bumping into the prince of all this, and speaking casually of their brief shared past over a few glasses of the too rich champagne . . . .

Yes, she meet him. Now she was going to meet him again. "Hullo, I am trying to find this wing, and Dr. Pendragon." She told the nurse who smiled and chuckled before pointing behind her. Guinevère turned to look, and see the man himself. Flashes of that night he was in her bed came to her suddenly, but then faded as she realized this was the moment.

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[Arthur Pendragon]

This conversation was going rather splendidly! He was so immersed in it that he hadn't even heard anyone question his whereabouts. He was too busy whispering sweet words into Mithian's ear, causing an eruption of giggles to continuously burst. Until she paused in them. Arthur would not have noticed had her next question not brought to attention why. "Do you know her?" She asked. With Arthur's back facing the person Mithian was now referring to, the young doctor turned to see who she was talking about. He recognized her immediately: Guinevère. Or Gwen as she was more commonly known. He had known her for many years in fact. They had known each other casually, and then one night . . . more intimately. He had not forgotten the night, but nor did he pursue her afterward. And that seemed just as well for she had never done the same. The morning after, she had hurriedly rushed out of bed, seeming unfamiliar and uncomfortable having lay with a man she was not emotionally tied to.

Arthur had seen no fault or shame in their actions, and for that reason, he did not regret them. Though he was not quite curious as to why she had come. Turning back to look at Mithian, he put his hand on her chin to cup it. "Don't go anywhere. I'll be right back," he assured her, before turning and walking toward another woman of interest -- but for very different reasons. "Guinevère," he greeted with a smile, deciding to use her full name rather than the shortened version. "What brings you here?" Was she well? Was she looking for Morgana? While Arthur had found it a relief that she had not turned into a needy person after that one night, he wondered if that was what brought her here today. After all, ever since the entire situation that happened with Vivian and how clingy she had become . . . he never could be too sure. Yet at least Gwen seemed more down to earth. Which was why he felt no awkwardness nor discomfort in addressing her now.

[Guinevère]

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Oh. She was pretty. The girl that Dr. Pendragon was whispering too, and smiling with. . . . . This was going to be awkward. Was he with her? Would she stay by him when this became a part of his life. Arthur looked back at her, and then turned to the woman, cupping her chin before turning to walk toward her. Guinevère wished the ground would open up and swallow her. Not int he casual open up a hole and let her fall in--but the sort that opened and then crushed his victim while it shut.

She was so embarrassed! An unwed mother! She was afraid for her job when this came out. A public figure father, an un wed mother. How did she teach morals? The school would fire her for sure. "Guinevère," The sound of her name, the way he said her name. . . . N one had said it quite like that before. She had always thought her name old fashioned and too long. Yet when he had said it that night, both in the teasing way of earlier that night and the deep husky way later that night . . . .

She closed her eyes for a moment as a blush filled her cheeks. "What brings you here?" opening them, sh felt drops of tears mix with her lashes but they did not fall. "Can I speak you?" she asked in a hesitant soft voice. "Please. It--It's very import."

Her eyes shifted to the nurse behind him. "I can come back later if you can no, or ma--make an appointment." THAT would be awkward! Hullo, I'd like to make an appointment to met with Dr. Pendagon and talk about his baby growing inside me. Oh my! No! No appointments. She took a step backwards, more for her own comfort rather then any need to be away from him.

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[Arthur Pendragon]

Arthur did not fail to notice her blush . . . or the tears that welled in her eyes. It caused immediate concern in Arthur, for he never liked seeing a woman cry. He may not know Guinevère well, but he knew her well enough to want to be of any assistance he could. And she seemed so very upset right now. Was she unwell? Had she come here for medical aid? That must be it. What other reason would she wish to see him for, and be so seemingly upset about. Though she looked behind him at the nurse, Arthur paid no attention to the woman who had previously occupied his full attention. Not after seeing Gwen in such a state. It was why he did not think of Mithian, nor any other appointments he had. Instead, he would focus solely on her . . . because whatever was upsetting her, surely was something serious. "Of course," he said in a soft voice. Also noticing she took a step away from him, he motioned forward with his hand.

"Come, let us talk in my office," he told her, knowing that this best be a conversation made in private. And that she would not have to make an appointment. Without giving the nurse even a brief glance -- seemingly having forgotten about her -- Arthur began to lead Guinevère to his office. Once they were there, he opened the door for her to enter before he did the same, closing it behind him and then taking a seat on his chair. "Take as much time as you need," he said in a soft voice. He knew that sometimes patients just needed a moment to calm down before discussing their condition. "Can I get you something to drink? Coffee? Soda?" He wanted to let her know that there was no rush That she could take as long as she needed.

[Guinevère]

Guinevère shot a glance at the nurse when they walked away, feeling very dirty and hoped the woman would be forgiving with him later. She had no wish to ruin his life, but just wanted him to know that should he wish to apart of his then he could be. There was no pressure! None. Not really. Perhaps a little, she wanted her child to know his or her father, and have somewhere to go should something ever happen to her.

"Take as much time as you need," Arthur told her when they reached his office. Guinevère was grateful for his offer but knew that she could not stall too long or she would run away, be the cowards. She took a moment to calm herself by looking around his office and trying to see if she could see any of who he was in it. Looking for personally and a feel of who he really was.

"Can I get you something to drink? Coffee? Soda?" Her belly was churning enough, she didn't need anything on it. "No, thank you." She told him, looking at him. "Do you remember that night a few months ago?" Or remember her at all? "I needed to talk to you about something that happened that night."

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[Arthur Pendragon]

When she rejected both offers, Arthur realized that perhaps she did not want to drag it out. Maybe she did want to get straight to business then. "Do you remember that night a few months ago?" Oh dear. Had he misjudged? Was she, in fact, one of those clingy and needy women who wanted more from the man who had bedded her? Surely if that was the case, she would not have waited so long. It had been months, and they'd both gotten on with their lives. Or so he assumed. He waited for her to finish talking before answering the question. "I needed to talk to you about something that happened that night." Something that happened? Oh dear! Did she have an STI?! Arthur was a doctor and surely would pick up on the symptoms . . . but . . . how many women had he slept with since then? Panic rose in the young doctor, though he maintained a perfectly composed outward persona.

"I remember that night, yes." Mixed with alcohol, good company . . . and how breathtakingly beautiful she had looked that night . . . had landed them in bed together. Something that seemed to be more awkward for her to discuss than for him. He may not remember the specific date, but he knew that it was a good night. A very good night. "You'll have to be a bit more specific, since quite a lot happened that night." His words had a bit of playful teasing in them, while not going as far as to mock the situation. He kept it perfectly balanced. Perhaps a way to calm his own nerves as well as hers. "I assume you're referring to when we went back to your place." He was trying to help her along the conversation, easily detecting her obvious discomfort. And the wait of her revelation was only causing him to worry more . . . even if he did possess a cool exterior. Suppressing emotions and stresses was something he'd learned mostly from his father, but also as a doctor.

[Guinevère]

Guinevère watched Arthur as he seemed to brace himself for whatever she was about to tell him. "You'll have to be a bit more specific, since quite a lot happened that night." OH! OH GOSH!!! Guinevère covered her face and closed her eyes for a moment and then looked at him while forcing herself to look into his eyes. "Yes," she whispered. "I assume you're referring to when we went back to your place." "Yes, when we went to my flat."

And he ... Well they....and she.....for the first time!!

"I'm pregnant," she blurted out and then bit her lip while trying to watch for his reaction. She didn't expect him to jump for joy or ask her to marry him or anything. She only wanted to know how he felt about this and that she was not alone in feeling over whelmed. She hated that she was ruining any plans he had, but she also had come to want and love her baby. She hoped for a daughter. A little girl.

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[Arthur Pendragon]

He braced himself and waited . . . and waited . . . and waited some more . . . until . . . "I'm pregnant." Oh. OH! Was that it? Well, that was certainly a relief! So she had just come here for medical aid. Arthur's denying mind did not exactly put two and two together in this moment. He was under the assumption that she was pregnant, but obviously not with his child. No no. Not his. "Congratulations," he said, feeling his body relax a little . . . still not cluing in. "So that is why you've come. I can certainly recommend a good gynecologist for you. Now lets see." Arthur grabbed his notepad and started scribbling down a few names and numbers. "I know a few who I would be happy to call for you. And ensure that you get an appointment right away. Unless you already have a doctor." He of course had to ask, as she may have her own OB/GYN.

And wouldn't want to impose on that. After all, it was really none of his business. Though she had come to him, as a friend he was assuming. "How far along are you?" He questioned, more from a medical standpoint as oppose to casual curiosity. It was the doctor in him speaking . . . for the man in him, the lover in him, had not quite pieced together her words. He had not quite put together her previous reminder of their night together, and then -- now -- saying that she was with child. No. Arthur's mind was in pure denial, and so he looked at her expectantly, patiently awaiting her answer. Well, this was much better than hearing she had a STI, that was for sure.

[Guinevère]

He was taking this shockingly well. Guinevère had to stop and wonder if he heard her correctly or if he was so used to hearing women make this claim he had gynos on speed dial. "How far along are you?" How far? That was odd. Why would he ask her that? "Four months." She said softly, thinking he should have known that.

That night had been her first and only time with a man. She had enjoyed it, and thought about it often. He had seemed so in tune with her that night and she had felt so empowered and beautiful with his hands on her.....yet the next morning had been a slap in the face. Reality had set in. She had panicked and made him leave and avoided the sight of him. Now she could not.

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[Arthur Pendragon]

"Four months." Four months. Four months four months . . . ironic. For that was around the same time he had slept with her. And it was around this realization that a thought suddenly occurred to Arthur. A thought that slowly caused him to slip out of this world of denial, though still not fully. He froze from making notes and felt his entire body numb. Four months ago. She had come in here asking to speak with him, she had mentioned that night -- a night that she would not have otherwise discussed. For he did not fail to remember the morning that followed. He'd been a bit surprised by her sudden actions in asking him to leave. The night had been so incredible, that a part of him had wanted to wake up the same way: in an intimate embrace.

But she had hurried him out, and he of course respected that. Though usually he was the one rushing to leave. Yet, she had spoken of it now. And . . . four months. "Guinevère . . . " He began to say, hesitation in his voice as his gaze slowly went to meet hers. "Who's the father?" Because he needed to hear it from her lips. Because he needed her to physically say that it was him, and no longer give implications or subtle hints -- not that her words were subtle, for she had been very direct. Arthur had just took them as subtle . . . because his mind could not fathom the thought of being a father. And now, it would seem that he had no choice.

[Guinevère]

Who was the father? She stared at him for a long few moments, while trying to wrap her mind around the question. Who was the father? How far along was she? Did he think her so free with herself that she could go from one man to the next?? Her eyes closed slowly, and stayed shut for a moment before they slowly opened again in an exaggerated blink out of the shock and surprise of him asking that. Really?!?!?!. How . . . .

She glanced at the door thinking of leaving before she looked back at him. Arthur did not know her. He knew only of their one night together, and might take that as her every night. Looking back at him she shook her slowly before answering. "Despite my behavior that night, I am not so free with my self as you think. There has only ever been you. . . That night was my--my first time. There has been no men since in my life."

"You are the father, Arthur."

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[Arthur Pendragon]

There were three things that were revealed to him in only a few seconds. The first, was that his words had offended her. As they had implied that . . . she slept with more men. He hadn't meant to cause offense. He'd only thought that a beautiful woman such as herself, surely had many admirers. But clearly, he had overstepped and crossed that line that gave the wrong implications. The second thing revealed . . . was that he had been the first man she'd ever slept with. This came as a great surprise to Arthur, though it was consistent with her previous reaction to his apparently offensive comment. He had been her first? Why him? While there was a very arrogant answer to that question, Arthur silently asked himself it, trying to think of a more honest response. His mind went back to that night, as he tried to think if he'd pressured her or pushed her toward sleeping with him. He didn't think he had . . . he wasn't that intoxicated. So why him? Both revelations paled in comparison to the third one she made. For when she said the words, all thoughts of apology and inquiry vacated his mind.

Instead, he could only focus on the five words she had said. "You are the father, Arthur." He was the father. He was going to be a father. He was . . . . . . most definitely not ready for this. His eyes slightly widened at the thought, being firmly frozen in place for several moments. Had they used protection? Yes. He had. But he was not stupid. He knew that were a small percentage of its ineffectiveness. Oh dear. Had the circumstances been different, he would have thought of how fertile she was: to get pregnant from one time, with one man. Though he remained in his state of shock, he somehow managed to stand up, too restless to sit still. He walked toward the window . . . then back to his desk . . . and then back to the window. He needed to think. To think of what this all meant. He was going to be a father. She was carrying his baby. His own father was going to KILL him! He was always so concerned with the image of the hospital . . . he was going to be furious.

Never mind that, Arthur was going to be a father. Something that he never thought he would be until he was married -- which he hadn't planned to do for quite some time. And yet, here they were. He had impregnated a woman he barley knew. "You're . . . positive?" He asked, unable to look at her right now and instead, gazed out the window, though he would not be able to say what he saw. All his thoughts, fears, and concerns were clouding everything else. Though he somehow realized how his question sounded, and how it could be misinterpreted. He'd already caused her offense by suggesting that she had lay with another man . . . if she was so certain it was his, he did not want to offend her again. For certainty that he was the father was not the question he was going to gain confirmation for. "Positive that you're . . . " Pregnant. Yet he could not say the word. The shock was too consuming . . . and he felt that saying it, would make this all the more real.

[Guinevère]

"You're . . . positive?" She was positive? That he was the father?! He would ask her that? Granted he did not know her but the surprise of what he thought--"Positive that you're . . . " Oh! Not that he was the father but that she was pregnant. That was a bit better, at least he was not questioning her chastity any more.

'Yes, I am sure." She had known for about an month, but had not worked up the courage to come tell him, nor had come when he was here. The hospital would not give out personal information and she had not know where he lived. "Very sure." The doctor's visit which had confirmed it had nearly shocked her into a faint. That night with Arthur had been pleasant, and had fueled dreams ever since. Yet the day she found out she was carrying his child she had started to wonder more about the man.

In hindsight; Googleing him had been a bad idea. She knew of his reputation. She only hoped that it was not true--or at least not all of it.

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[Arthur Pendragon]

She was sure then. Not only that . . . she was positive. Which led him to believe that she had already been to the doctor's to have it confirmed. It was feeling more and more real with each passing moment. He was going to be a father. Unless . . . she had something else in mind. "What . . . do you plan to do?" He questioned, still unable to meet her gaze. But it was another very important fact, relevant to what their next step would be. Did she wish to keep the baby? Did she want to put it up for adoption? Was she . . . planning on having it terminated? If it was the latter, then Arthur knew he had to try to convince her otherwise. Even the second, he was unsure about. Yet the first . . . how could he be a father? Then again, what choice did he have. He had gotten them both into this situation, and now it was time to take responsibility for his actions.

One night, had changed so much. Their first and only night together. Apparently, her first and only night in general. That was even more surprising. What would happen when word got out that he was the father? He knew he would have to play an active role in the child's life -- if she was going to keep it. Did she even want him a part of it? Surely she did if she had come to him, when she could have just as easily not told him. After all, it wasn't as if they had stayed in touch. They were out of contact with each other . . . she didn't have to come here and tell him. Yet she did. And he supposed he was relieved for that. He'd rather know he was a father than forever be left oblivious to such important knowledge. Now that same question rang clear in his mind: what came next? And much of it was dependent on how she answered his question.

[Guinevère]

"What . . . do you plan to do?" Plan to do? Guinevère was beginning to like this man, less and less with each questioned he asked, and she really hoped that this was just the surprise talking and not who he really was. He's questioned who the father was, asked her if she was sure, and now was looking for a way out? He didn't want this? Well, she had not wanted this but after she'd learned the baby was coming she had welcomed the child. Granted her life was about to get much harder but the love of an infant and child would be worth more then anything.

"I plan to keep my baby!" She said in a hurt and slightly angry tone. Knowing she was being a little unfair, for he'd just gotten a shock but she feared he was about to hint at something she was unable to approve of! "Look, I am sorry." She told him, "Very sorry about this. I didn't want a baby, and I'm not at a place in my life where I was ready--never in my life did I sit down and think I wanted to be a single mother! But this is my baby! I want her . . or him. I am not giving them away, or worse letting some over paid doctor--no offense--take my baby!"

"You don't have to do anything. I don't expect anything from you, if that has you worried. I only came here because I thought you should know." Tears were blinking on her eyes now, and she took a few steps backwards. "I don't plan to give up my baby or anything more drastic. I want to my her--or his--mother. I want this child. If you do not, then we will be fine. More then fine."

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[Arthur Pendragon]

It seemed that her hormones associated with pregnancy were already taking an effect. For his question had seemed to hit a nerve. It was enough to finally make him turn and look at her, as she apologized, told him she was keeping the baby . . . and then informed her that he didn't have to be involved. That they would be fine. Uninvolvement, was not an option for Arthur. He had to be involved. He couldn't just let her take care of her child -- their child -- on her own. What kind of man would that make him?! While he hadn't expected this, he certainly couldn't ignore it out. Sh was growing upset with him, and he knew he should remain calm, cool and collected . . . but the shock of this all was taking control of his words. "Well then I'm sorry too, for needing a bloody moment to let this surprising news register in my mind." His voice was slightly raised, but not in an angry, yelling way. More of just . . . shock.

"Who knows how long you have known about this. Would you just give me a damn moment to let the news sink in!" Now he was cursing . . . and he was not proud of it. But what was he to do?! He just . . . he needed a second to breath. They had been intimate four months ago. There were a lot of signs that showed up in those past months, and he didn't doubt that she'd found out fairly early about the child. Taking a deep breath to help calm him, he put his hands on the table, his head hanging for a moment, trying to compose his racing mind. "Have you told anyone else about this?" He asked, trying to keep his voice steady and not lash out again. Did she have family that she'd told? Had she mentioned it to Morgana? Merlin? Anyone?

[Guinevère]

"Well then I'm sorry too, for needing a bloody moment to let this surprising news register in my mind." She'd known that but he was hinting things and saying things! BAD THINGS! She wasn't giving up her baby! He still had not even corrected her or hinted what he wanted and expected! She was trying to d things properly and he was asking her what her plans were! "Who knows how long you have known about this. Would you just give me a damn moment to let the news sink in!" "Don't curse at me!" She whispered in a 'yelling' tone.


"I know this is a surprise but it's not easy for me to come here and say these things just as it's not easy to hear them." Granted it was properly the smallest thing to hint at and focus on, but at the moment it was all she could think to say! "Have you told anyone else about this?" calmer. Good! They both needed that. "No." She admitted, "Well, just my pet but I tell them everything, because they can't tell anyone else." She was trying to open up to him, but it wasn't easy being he was hinting at things and then yelling at her. She was trying to be calm back to him.

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[Arthur Pendragon]

How little they knew each other. That was just slowly sinking in, along with everything else. He hardly knew Guinevère. And now, he was going to be raising a child with her. She scolded him for cursing and had he been any more short tempered, he would have cursed again . . . on purpose, just to be spiteful. But he managed to hold his tongue. Even when she said that it was not easy to come here and tell him. He wanted to ask her how long she had known for . . . but also did not want to encourage that kind of tone between them. They would have to get along with each other, there was no other choice. And starting things off by yelling at one another, was not at all a good beginning for them. He looked up at her when she said that she had told her pet. He tried to remember if she had ever mentioned one . . . but decided it was irrelevant. Had the circumstances been different, perhaps he would have asked her questions about it. But not right now. That was not the subject of focus. Nor would he make it one, just to avoid the more important topic.

Allowing several moments of silence to pass, which would give them both an opportunity to cool down, he thought about what to do. About how to approach this. About . . . how to tell his father. That, was the most terrifying part. "I can't, not be involved in this baby's life." That was where he stood. He wanted to -- needed to -- be involved, for there was no other choice. Moving his hands from being pressed on the desk, he ran one through his hair as he tried to think of what was best. "It's my responsibility as well." Arthur had known -- and embraced -- his immaturity . . . now, he would have to grow up far more quickly than he ever would have thought. With an even clearer head and a calmer tone, he spoke, his words a bit softer than before, and filled with sincerity . . . though it was a slightly awkward kind. "I'm uh, sorry. That . . . I put you in this situation." That he had gotten her pregnant, that he had not been there to help her through the first moments of when she knew. And for causing her doubt that he was planning on being involved.

[Guinevère]

"I can't, not be involved in this baby's life." Guinevère's face looked as relived as she felt for a moment, before she managed to hide it under an half way encouraging smile. She would have done this on her own, but knowing he would be there was . . . . Well it meant allot to her. More then allot. She had loved her own father so much and could not imagine what it would be like for a child not to have a father.

"It's my responsibility as well." "Then we shall share in that, and do this together." She told him softly, knowing that they might as well admit it would take them both to do this. There would be allot to talk about but they seemed to be both willing now. "I'm uh, sorry. That . . . I put you in this situation." "Oh. no!" She told him, taking a step closer, then two. "This is not anyone's fault. No one did not on purpose. It happened. There is nothing to be sorry for. . . . I already am in love with her . . . or him." Clearly she was hoping for a girl.

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