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It was safe to say that Griff wouldn't be going to Gwaine for parenting advice, or any advice really. He wasn't the most...helpful of people. If you wanted someone to have a good time with, or were a young damsel in need of a knight in shining armour then he was definitely you're man, and while Griff was in rather a lot of distress he, unfortunately, wasn't a damsel and so shining armour wasn't going to cut it. He looked over at his friend with a look of confusion and disbelief. Did Gwaine really think he was being helpful? He really, really wasn't, and this came from someone who knew a good deal about not being helpful. He was quite a master at it. "That's it? That's your great advice?"

“How would I know what to do with a baby?”

Gwaine did raise a good point, but that wasn't what Griff wanted to hear at the moment. He wanted someone to tell him exactly what he was supposed to - both right now and when the child was born, or, in an ideal world, he needed someone to look after said child for him and he could just stand there nodding and giving the impression that he was actually contributing and doing rather well. But, that wasn't going to happen and all he had was Gwaine. "Well I don't either." He leant back, hitting his head on the wall in the process. "Ow." See, he couldn't even stop himself from smacking his ahead against a stone, let alone keep a baby alive.

“Aren’t you, I don’t know, excited?”

Of course he was excited, but that excitement was currently overshadowed by nerves and fear. He had no idea how to be a father and it wasn't as if he had one he could turn to for advice. The only thing Corneous was good for was teaching his son how not to be a father. Griff bit his lip, trying to surpress the nerves so he could just enjoy that excitement but it was no easy task. "I am, of course I am. I'm going to have a mini Griff," he grinned half-heartedly. He'd already decided that any son of his was going to be a smaller version of himself. He'd take him to taverns and teach him how to charm a free ale. No doubt Caitrin would disapprove but that didn't matter. If she had it her way they would have a daughter, a ginger daughter, who would grow up worse than her mother. Now that was a terrifying thought.

It wasn't surprising how many people were at the feast - they were celebrating King Arthur's coronation after all. Caitrin had insisted on getting there early, neither of them had seen Arthur since the coronation - well, of course they'd seen him, who hadn't? But they hadn't had a chance to talk to him. She'd wanted to congratulate him while he stood their a tad awkwardly.

That all seemed like hours ago now that he was stood in a far too busy room trying to find someone he knew to talk to. His brother was off somewhere, probably with the other knights, and Caitrin had gone outside after saying she felt unwell. He had offered to go with her but she'd brushed him off and now he was just stood there. It was times like this when he thought he should probably try and be a more sociable person. Before he came to Camelot he was always making new acquaintances - mostly impressionable young woman who could easily be persuaded to share some food and a bed - but now he seemed to spend most of his time either on his own or with Lucan or Caitrin.

He was about to go in search of someone to introduce himself to when he felt someone collide into him. How convenient. And the first thing the man said was about wine...because he didn't get enough of this from Rouland. Luckily none of the wine had spilled onto him - this was a rather nice shirt and it would rather embarrassing having to walk around with a wine stain on it or leaving early because someone had thrown their drink at him. He couldn't be sure, but the man's tone seemed to be an accusatory one which to Griff made no sense because he'd just been stood there when this man had walked into him but as he hadn't suffered any damage - and when he wanted to make new acquaintances he had been preferring ones that wouldn't end up as enemies - he decided to just ignore said tone and apologise. "Sorry, I didn't see you there. I'm sure it will be easy enough to find a servant and another glass."

Griff rolled his eyes at Caitrin's comment, but there was a smile forcing its way onto his lips when he was trying to act seriously. He ended up looking like he was smirking and ruining the whole effect, not that he was actually disapproving of Caitrin's words anyway. He too would have much preferred to have stayed where they were rather than hurrying to turn up late to witness Arthur and Elena not get married. No matter though, he was rather enjoying himself at the moment so it mattered not. "Well we could always hurry back..." he replied with a more than suggestive tone. He was rather enjoying just walking and enjoying the sunshine with her, but he wouldn't say no if she wanted to go back, regardless of whether her uncle was there or not. He could probably cope with Rouland's presence in the house under those circumstances.

"Did I?" He hadn't realised he was being quiet - he was...contemplative. He wasn't going to tell her that he had been being quiet because he was thinking about her, that would fuel her ego far too much. Instead he just shrugged and tried to look nonchalant. In actual fact he wasn't nonchalant at all and it was all her fault. Recently he found himself thinking about her a lot - thinking about her laugh and her smile and the way she managed to make everything brighter, and then he'd be reminded how annoying she was, and how she really needed to get over this whole Mercian thing because it was obvious to anyone with a brain that Glouchedon was far better, but all of that just seemed to make her better.

With a grin he joined her on the grass, but instead of sitting down he lay down, stretching his arms and then eventually resting his head on top of them. He turned slightly so he could see her. She really was the most beautiful person he'd ever met. It occurred to him, lying on the grass and just looking up at her, that this would be quite a fine way to spend the rest of his life. Right now he was just happy. Maybe there was something in the air, something that was telling him that everything he wanted from life, everything, was to be found with Caitrin. It was a rather strange feeling, but a welcomed one. He really could spend the rest of his life with this woman, and quite happily too.

He sat up suddenly and shuffled closer to Caitrin. The more he thought about it the more he became convinced that she was, without a doubt, the one for him. He couldn't help but smile as he looked at her and ran a hand through her hair. "I do love you Cait, more than anything. You are...everything." He pressed his lips together in a small, awkward smile, he wasn't used to be quite so open with his feelings, especially not feelings such as this. And then Caitrin, beautiful, fantastic Caitrin had come along and changed everything, changed him, and made the world such a better place.

Griff was rather surprised by Lucan's reaction. He'd expected him to be more...animated, for a lack of a better word. But no, he just seemed slightly annoyed. That was interesting. Annoyed that Griff had asked or annoyed the answer was no? Knowing Lucan it was probably the former, but he was going to ask anyway because he was Griff and this was the sort of thing he liked to tease his brother about.

"No? I'm shocked." He grinned at his brother, trying to decide why that was. Maybe Lucan hadn't tried...or maybe he had and found himself rejected. Poor Lucan. He couldn't imagine how that felt. "Any particular reason why...?" He tried to keep a straight face but wasn't really working. Oh well. Why be serious about these things? "Because if there's a problem, you know, with you...I might be able to help, what with my experience." He doubted Lucan would be keen to share if there was a problem, but Griff was being nosy, and, in fairness, if there was a problem Griff would help. It was the brotherly thing to do after all. Lucan was giving him a roof over his head, and Griff was giving him advice. His brother should be grateful, that was Griff's logic, anyway.

As Griff had expected, Gwaine was being wonderfully helpful. This was a man who could be called upon in any situation to make it better... but he was also the man that, in a round about sort of way, had made Griff realise he was throwing his life away and simply couldn't be without Caitrin, so, in another round about sort of way, this was the man who was to blame for Griff's panic now. He shot his friend a look just to let him know how impressively unhelpful he was being.

He stood up again, because he had to do something other than just sit around, even though there wasn't anything he could do. "You're not helping. At all." He said before he began pacing again and scratching his neck. He wasn't ready for this, not at all. He could barely look after himself, what was he doing to do with a baby? Drop it, probably, and then a look from Caitrin. Oh this was a disaster. He didn't know how to be a father and didn't exactly have a very good role model either. If he went with his father's parenting technique his own child would probably end up a lot more of a mess than he was himself, which would actually be quite impressive.

He collapsed back on the bench. Pacing wasn't helping, sitting wasn't helping, Gwaine definitely wasn't helping. He just wanted this all to be over, so he could stop feeling so useless, but then this all being over would mean he was a father instead of just a future one and that was probably a far scarier thought. He leant forward, elbows on his knees and head in his hands. "I'm not ready for this Gwaine. What am I going to do with a child?"

Griff probably deserved that slap in the face, in hindsight his last words had been out of order. He tried to ignore the pain in his already red cheek - Caitrin really did have a knack for that sort of thing, then again, he gave her ample oppurtunities to practice. It was a perfectly justified outburst, especially when paired with her words. His own had been said purely out of his anger at her obvious mistrust and the suddeness of this new information just being thrust at him. Of course he knew she loved him, there was never any real doubt of that, but he did wish that she'd been able to tell him about her magic before now. What had she expected him to do? Run off and tell someone? They both knew what could happen then, which is precisely the reason he'd never do that. "I didn't mean-" he broke off, he was never good with words, not when it mattered. "I know you do, it's just...well...why didn't you trust me before?" Surely they had been through enough together for her to know that he would protect her from anything, including the penalties for practicing magic.

He didn't reply to her apology, there was nothing else to say as far as sorrys were concerned. He just smiled and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. They had both been in the wrong, and really, there was no point in dwelling on the fact that Caitrin had hidden this magic, or Griff's awful word choices. Caitrin's magic was just another part of who she was, so he was going to have to accept that.

He felt a little more at ease when she laughed at his words. Finally, something he'd said actually had the desired effect. "Really? Not even until we empty the wine store?" He asked, trying to keep a serious face. Something told him, however, that even if Caitrin did manage to turn Rouland into a toad that wouldn't stop the man from keeping his wine safe. That was an amusing thought...she'd have to find out exactly how to do that. Griff was more than willing to help with that one. As he listened to her explaining her magic, something twigged in his memory, a conversation from rather a long time ago that he'd thought he'd forgotten about. "Wait a second...when I first came here after that feast and you said you were magic charms or whatever...you were actually making charms? Proper ones with magic and stuff?"

Had permission to godmod Gwaine.

Just as Griff had expected, Gwaine hadn't been any help. At all. In fact, he was quite sure that he was probably the worst person to talk to when your wife was in labour. Even Lucan would have been preferable, and that was saying something. He was still pacing, and trying to calm down but that was rather difficult considering his wife was in labour and she was screaming on the other side of the door. Or she was...wait...the screaming had stopped. Oh, Jesu. He was panicking even more now. If Cait wasn't screaming she was either a mother or dying of blood loss - and still a mother and oh, alright, erm...right. He'd just wait here and Brynn would come and tell him what was going on and he'd be fine and Cait would be fine and the baby would be fine and it would all just be...fine. Right. He just had to calm down and breathe normally. Just breathe in...and out...and in and why were they taking so long to open the door? What was going on in there? There must be something wrong otherwise they'd let him in, but then if there was something wrong they'd need a physician. So why weren't they opening the damn door?

Luckily, before Griff had any more of a panic attack, the door did open and the young girl spoke. He let out a breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding. Caitrin must be fine and the baby must be fine too. He could probably calm down now. Running a hand through his hair he looked over at Gwaine, who appeared to be quite enjoying this. Again: helpful.

Griff was calming down slightly, until another thought found its way into his head: he was a father. A proper one. With an actual child and everything. Right. He was panicking again. Gwaine must have sensed this because he stood up and walked over to his friend.

"Cait's not in labour anymore." Was all Griff could think to say.

Gwaine just looked at him. Griff wasn't moving towards the room. In fact he wasn't moving at all...or...breathing... With a roll of his eyes, he shoved Griff into the room. The younger man stumbled slightly, but quickly recollected himself because, as he'd told himself hundreds of times, this was no time to panic and besides, Caitrin was probably tired and not wanting to put up with him being an idiot. He was already scratching his neck as he took in his surroundings before spotting Caitrin with...two babies...there was two of them...they had twins...the shortness of breath was coming back, which he was desperately trying to repress as he made his way over to his wife and children. Gosh, children. That was an unexpected word.

"Erm...hello." Well that was a brilliant way to start. Caitrin was lying there, holding there newly born children and the first words to come into his head were "erm" and "hello". He swallowed and stepped further forward, looking down at the small beings in Caitrin's arms. "Are you...alright?" He asked her, his voice breaking in the middle of the sentence. Well this all going terribly well so far.

Well, that had been a surprising turn of events. It was probably safe to say that no one had been expecting Arthur to decide he'd rather not be married to Elena, and they certainly hadn't expected for both the King Uther and Lord Godwyn to be quite so accepting. It would have been a good match, after all, but obviously not meant to be. Griff was slightly annoyed though, as he could have spent the time in bed, rather than watching two people not marry each other. But he was awake now and walking through Camelot's gardens with Caitrin. She was looking particularly beautiful today - not that she didn't look particularly beautiful everyday, but there was something about her. He couldn't put his finger on it so instead he just smiled at her and thought, not for the first time, just how lucky he was to be with her.

Griff just laughed at her words. That was definitely a good thing, then again, as Caitrin had pointed out, everyone was far too preoccupied to worry about two random nobles not arriving on time. "Why, are you embarrassed?" He teased, he was quite sure that Caitrin was never embarrassed about anything. She just went around doing what she wanted and seemingly not caring about what anyone thought. It was one of the things he admired about her. He went around doing what he wanted to, but he definitely cared about what people thought about him, and usually regretted what he'd done soon afterwards. Of course Caitrin was the exception. He never regretted anything with her because she managed to make life just that little bit more appealing.

Thoughts like these had been occupying his mind rather a lot lately. He kept catching himself thinking about what he wanted from life and what he wanted in the near future. The obvious was Caitrin. He wanted to wake up every morning and see her face, he wanted to make her laugh and beat her at horse racing and be able to enjoy a dance without wanting to punch any arrogant nobleman in the face. That had been an eventful night, and possibly even more eventful if her uncle hadn't interrupted them...

"Are you alright?"

"Hmm?" He hadn't actually realised Caitrin had been speaking but was going to pretend that he'd been hanging on her every word. Even though he hadn't been listening to her because he'd been thinking about her, he still didn't think she'd be too pleased. "Yes, yes. Why, do I not look alright?"