This was certainly an unusual turn of events. Merlin had been rather insistent that Guinevère wished to meet with him . . . alone. An oddity in itself. She was friends with Morgana. Though, they had had that one night about a month ago. He knew that it couldn't be that she expected more from him. The fact that he hadn't heard much from her after they slept together showed that she was not the clingy, needy type. Thank goodness for that. So the only other possibility was that it had to do with some charity work, or it was about Morgana.
Perhaps even Merlin. Whatever the reason, Arthur agreed to it. And being a prince, privacy was not something always granted to him. So he went somewhere that he could trust. His friend owned a coffee shop and they had a back area to sit. It was closed off for Arthur as he waited for Guinevère to come. Here, they would be undisturbed and he knew that the owner would not alert anyone of his presence. Hearing someone open the door, Arthur stood up with a smile. "Guinevère," he greeted. "Please, have a seat," he motioned towards the chair across from him, assuming this was going to be a . . . sit down kind of conversation.
Guinevère had tried on clothes for hours before she settled on a dark jeans that she had to leave unbuttoned (she had them buttoned when she left but then it became uncomfortable), knee high boots with cream colored lace boot-socks around the top. Her top was bulky, but at least it hid the back that she was about to walk into a coffee shop and sit down with the Prince of England wearing pants that wont--freaking--button!
She stepped into line and ordered a drink she knew she wouldn't drink, but having it was something to do with her hands. After giving the owner her name, she was shown to a back door, checked for weapons, and then allowed to enter. Pushing open the door, she turned to shut it; trying not to look at him until her took a deep calming breath. Turning she walked over to take the seat he offered her. "Hullo," she began, and sat her drink down. She glance a QUICK glace at herself to make sure that her pants couldn't be seen before look back up at him.
"Thank you for meeting with me." She told him, "It means a lot." Though he might regret it once she told him why. "How have you been?" She asked, doing to polite thing first.
Arthur sat back down when she did, casually seating himself as she thanked him for meeting with her. "Of course," he stated. "Merlin said it was important." And, he hadn't really seen her -- other than common events -- since that night. So clearly, it must have been important indeed. "I've been well," he said, not going into much detail as he figured it was just pleasantries. Or stalling.
She seemed comfortable enough and . . . this wasn't exactly the most intimate setting they'd been in. But . . . even then they didn't exactly know each other well. They had gotten caught up in, whatever strong attraction pulled them together and . . . well, Arthur would be lying if he said he hadn't thought about calling her afterwards. But, he knew nothing could come of it. His father would never allow it. So what was the point of pursuing something that he knew could never be? "How about yourself?" He asked curiously, raising his cup of coffee to his lips as he took a sip, waiting for her answer.
"Yeah, it is." Though she wasn't sure how to say it, she instead just replied to what else he said. It was stalling, yet, but how did tell a Prince that he'd left an heir at one's house when he stayed over. It was a bit much, and she wasn't sure how'd he react. While she had come to accept this, and welcome the baby, this would shift more for him then for her. He was the prince of a nation, and she was only responsible for the plants in her house.
"I've been . . . well." She said, hesitating over the words a bit. "I've recently had some big changes, but I've adjusted." Which led them to the baby. His baby. Her baby . . . . their baby. "Do you remember that night? The one were you . . . . were we . . . . went to my flat and hung out over night?" She could talk about sex, but didn't quite manage it this time. "Something happened, and I needed to talk to you."
That was good, he was glad to hear that she too had been well. He would have questioned what big changes she adjusted to -- figuring that they must be important if it was worth mentioning -- but her next question silenced his own. He could not help the slightly raised eyebrow, or smirk that formed on his face from her word choice. "Hung out?" He repeated. He of course knew what she was talking about but . . . it was far too amusing, and that was evident in his tone and expression.
"Yes, Guinevère. I remember the night we . . . hung out at your place over night." How adorable, that she did not wish to be more blunt than that or say the word. He casually took another sip of his coffee, as if to keep from chuckling. When she said that something happened, curiosity filled him, but not worry. He knew that if his dad had found out, he would have gotten phone calls by now. Perhaps, Morgana had found out? Or, something else entirely. "Go on," he encouraged, leaning back in his chair nonchalantly and taking another sip of his beverage.
Guinevère felt herself blush, and nodded slightly almost laughing at herself too. She hadn't said it well, but how wasn't sure how much courage she had. It took everything to tell him, she wasn't sure she could be any more blunt then that. Yes, they'd hung out. He'd made her toes curl and stolen her breath. She'd used muscles then that she hadn't known she had. It had been wonderful! Yet, he'd never called and she'd just assumed that might have been better. He was a prince, and she was s school teacher. They didn't travel int he same circles.
Go on. Alright. She took a slow breath and then just said it. Thankfully when she did her voice was smooth and steady--showing none of the panic and unease she felt. "I got pregnant." Guinevère watched his face, waiting to see how he would shift from the at ease picture of confidence. Would he even want the baby? Would he offer money to go away? How embarrassing! She hoped he didn't. He didn't have to be apart of this, but he would at least know.
Arthur probably shouldn't have taken that sip of coffee when she spoke. When she revealed her words. "I got pregnant." Because it caused him to choke on the beverage, quickly setting the cup down before he spilled it on him, coughing from the drink catching in his throat. Did he hear that correctly?! Was this some kind of joke?! There had been women who'd claimed to be pregnant by the prince but . . . somehow, this didn't feel like one of those. Or, so he hoped! Once the choking and coughing subsided, he just looked at Guinevère, slightly wide eyes as shock took him over.
She . . . was . . . pregnant. She was pregnant! With a baby. His baby! A . . . real baby. Arthur found his eyes falling to her stomach which he couldn't even see because of the table so they just went back to her face. As if, trying to see whether she was being serious. Her expression was unchanged. And in this moment, he had no idea what to say. He was just trying to . . . process this revelation. Trying to process this bomb dropped. How long ago had they slept together?! It had been months! How . . . had this happened?! Well, he knew how it happened! "Are you sure?" He didn't even think about the question that blurted out. It was the only thing that came out of his mouth as he just stared at her.
Perhaps she should have made sure he wasn't drinking! Guinevère grabbed a napkin and handed it over to him just in case, while she watched him. That . . . . was a reaction, but didn't tell her much about what he was feeling. SHe'd known for about a month now, and it had taken her a few weeks to adjust before she could come see him--then a small bit of more time to schedule a meeting with him. Thankfully she was friends with his personal . . . . something. Merlin did a lot of jobs for him.
"Yes," she was sure. Guinevère knew she needed to give him slightly more, but she let that linger before she tried to tell him more. Needed to give him time to adjust to think news. "I . . . . I heard the heart beat a few days ago." She began, "The doctor confirmed it." A month ago. She didn't add more, not wanting to overwhelm him. She looked at her drink but didn't think she could drink it with throwing up before the prince. That was't going to happen. Suddenly the smell of it was too much so she just placed one of the napkins over the top, and left it there. This time her belly was chrunning because she was nervous, not morning sickness.
Arthur truly didn't know what to say in this moment. He took the napkin, but it didn't help. Nothing helped! He was still trying to process the information and . . . his father. Bloody hell. His father was going to kill him! He was certainly not going to react favourably to Arthur having gotten a school teacher pregnant. Arthur was expected to marry someone of an elite status. Someone to strengthen the Pendragon family name. And this . . . this was not going to go well at all! Never mind the fact that Arthur didn't know the first thing about being a father.
He knew what his father was going to say in his initial questioning. The same thing that he always said whenever news of a scandal arose. So many thoughts were racing through his mind so that when Arthur finally spoke, he could hardly stop the words from coming out. "You're not the first woman to make this claim." That she was pregnant with his child. Though . . . he knew that surely, it being Guinevère, she wouldn't have come to him otherwise. Then again, how well did he really know her?! Maybe Arthur was freaking out for no reason! Maybe this was like all the other times! Deep -- deep, deep -- down, he knew it wasn't But denial had him thinking of all sorts of possibilities. A child should be a joyous occasion! And all he could think of, was the repercussions.
Guinevère had remained calm so far, and she proud of herself! It wasn't easy to sit before the future king of England and say what she had to say. She had manged to do it without any tears, or panic rising up! She was rather impressed with herself, and she must be growing now that she was a mother! Normally she'd have lost confidence, rambled, stalled, or if her hormones were really doing a swing--cried. Yet not today! Take that pants button! She didn't it to button in order to have this under control!
"You're not the first woman to make this claim." OH my giddy aunt! What?
Guinevère moved back in her seat, staring at him in . . .. nothing good! Something! Horror? Shock? "You have other children?!" She hissed out, in shock at his words! OH GOSH! She was one of MANY?? HOW MANY?? HOW COULD SHE FALL FOR THIS?? She was going to panic now! Her hands shook, and her breathing deepened! SHE'D LIKED HIM!! GOD SAVE THE COUNTRY!
Wait?! Claim?! "You don't believe me?!" She asked next, only just realizing what he was saying?! CLAIM?! HE THOUGHT SHE WAS MAKING THIS UP! . . . . LIKE SOME HAD BEFORE HER! She covered her face, and looked down for a moment as the anger and embarrassment took over! Oh gosh! He was going to make her prove it! She could see it now! Taking a deep and slow breath she knew she needed to look at him but couldn't.
Finally after a moment she forced herself to look at him. "After the baby is born, you're welcome to request a blood test." She said, her face heated from both emotions, she was surprised her voice was calm. Everything else felt shaken. "I will not do it before hand, as I've heard there are risks involved." He was the prince of the country, she guessed she should have foresaw the need for proof. Even still, it was a sore spot that THIS was who she was now! The woman who needed prove to prove who the father was. Embarrassing was a mild word for how she felt about THAT.
"I'm not asking for your money, or anything from you. I can do this on my own. I just thought you should know." She told him, again her voice calm, while the rest of her freaked out.
My name is Catherine by the way; Call me Kate. *Smiles* You're lucky to have your mother, I ... wish I had at least someone I can talk to, You know? At least i have Arthur. *sits by the window and looks out*
How are you ? Forgive me, I'm Princess Emily Dawson of Anglia, I'm here to a visit with Arthur! *Smiles light Curtsy *
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