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Guinevère was humming softly when she heard Arthur walk in, and ask about how Amaren was doing. "Just like she father," She told him knowing Arthur would know she meant he was being stubborn. "Here," She lifted him up and turned so she could pass him to his father. "Hold your son, and tell him a story." Arthur's deeper and calm voice would sooth anyone into a good sleep.

Once Arthur took his son, Guinevère moved over to the changing screen and dawned a white nightgown, before returning to bed, and slipping under the blankets for warmth while waiting for Arthur to return. Her hands found her belly and she smiled down at it. If the war could end soon, all would be well. Guinevère wished to ask Arthur if he though the war could end soon, but nor did she want him thinking of it while here with her.

Thomas reached his hands up to clap, so Guinevère followed suit when Arthur finished dressing Amaren for bed. "Very well done!" She cheered to follow in the moment. "Now, it is past everyone's bed times, so If you will be so kind as to force this one to bed--" She teased as she playfully pushed Thomas toward Arthur, "--I will begin with this one." Though she knew that Amaren would take longer to sleep.

She would help him begin to ease into sleep and when Arthur was done with Thomas he could hold his son and talk him into a slumber. Reaching out she took Amaren and lifted him into her arms. "Goodnight, Mama!" Thomas hold her with a hug, and then walked toward the door to await Arthur. "Soon night, Thomas, I love you." She called then looked down at her youngest (at least youngest for now).

Once she was alone in the room she smiled down at her baby. "You're making Papa very happy by being this agreeable. Keep it up." She teased, and began walking the floor and telling him the story of the sword in the stone.

Arthur teased Thomas about getting in practice and Guinevère felt her eyes lower, knowing that Thomas had already gained some practice. While Rosa came daily to help, she could not be here all the time, nor could she be over worked--Guinevère would never allow that. There had been one morning when she had been ill, and Rosa was gone to do a chore, and Amaren had awoken. "I already know how to dress him! I've done it before! He likes to fight you, but you can't be strong with him. Thomas explained.

That morning she had found Thomas with Amaren, with both brothers dressed and playing before the fire. It was hard to be a single mother, but she hoped the war would not last forever and that soon Arthur could be here. Not just to help, but to be apart of their lives. "You have to move with him, he might cry for a moment but he will stop when you pick him up." She explained. Her hand came up to touch Thomas' hair, and brush it back while they watched Arthur try.

"Not everything so good comes from me." Arthur seemed to see her too perfect sometimes, and she knew that he-above all others-knew how her mistakes were large and cost people dearly. She had lied about his son, and kept him apart of Amaren needlessly. Had she been honest, they could have done this together, and the months of fighting would have been avoided, for they were doing things his way in the end.

Not letting her thoughts take them to unhappy times she decided that there was another way to tease him, "I think he has a bit of your father in him too . . . " Looking from their son, up to Arthur her smile was soft and teasing. "He has to always have his way, or there is a fuss." She was teasing his father, even knowing that Uther was a hard topic for her--for him. Because despite every single thing that happened to harm his relationship with his father, Arthur loved him and honored his memory. " . . . Yet strong in his believes." While with Uther had had been good and bad, with Amaren it was more with his ideas that laying down for naps where just as bad as getting up from them.

Arthur moved over and teased her while placing a kiss on her belly. Her hand touched his hair as he did, letting her heart swell with pride, and love, and so many other emotions in this moment. He only pulled back when Amaren joined them. "I think you know full well that I am in need of aid to stand. Normally Rosa would be here, but . . . I gave her the night free." She they could be a family.

Amaren out his hands on his mother's shoulder and pushed to stand, while waving his straw sword everywhere. "You know, I could buy him every toy in the market and he might only hold it for a little while . . . but let him find something like straw, a rock, or even lately my shoes . . . and he will hold it and carry it proudly for far longer." Amaren swung the straw so hard once he lost his balance and tumbled sideways into his father. "You should ready him for bed." Another memory she wanted him to hold close.

Guinevère looked up in surprise when she heard Arthur's voice come in from her chambers. Thomas would be too young to fully understand what that meant, but Guinevère liked that Arthur was in her room. She had called it their bed before, and with how he used it more then his own, she thought it was a just title.

Both brothers hurried to him, and she tried to sit up, but the awkward shape of her growing belly made rolling over and balance odd. She ended up just falling back slowly, and resting on her elbows. "Arthur!" Thomas used his name since they were alone, something she knew he enjoyed doing because it made them feel close. "It's not a birthday gift, he cannot have them until tomorrow. He found that outside and cried when I tried to make him put it down. So Mama said to let him have it." Thomas was over explaining but Guinevère knew it was how children were.

When Arthur smiled at her, she felt her heart skip a beat at the sight of him surrounded by their children. Soon there would be another he could hold. Guinevère prayed he would be near for the birth, for it was something she wanted for him more then anything else. For him to have the first moments of this child's life, as he had wanted with Amaren. His words of wanting them, after first meeting his son, still came to her. She moved one hand to her belly and tried again to sit before just laying back down.

Amaren was swinging his strand of hay wildly, smacking Arthur with harmless swats while Thomas was speaking to him. "We are spending time before the fire, since a a cool night, can you stay? Please!?"

When Arthur entered though the servant's door in Guinevère's chambers, the room was empty. Yet voices could be heard from the main rooms. Laughter.

Her day had been spent looking forward to his visit tonight, and tomorrow. Everything she did, or thought had been of him and their family. Currently, she was lying before the fire--with no idea how she would get back to her feet, for her belly made the adventure of rising a complex one--while her two son's played.

Thomas was pretending to train Amaren, who had a long bit of straw and was swinging it wildly. "Amaren! Your footwork! You need to practice more!" Thomas said, though she had the feeling he was trying to think of things Arthur might have said and was only repeating them. "He will need time to learn to have better balance before he understand footwork." Guinevère playfully warned her son.

Thomas laughed, "When will he grow up and be fun to play with?" Which in turn made Guinevère laugh. "Babies take time. You used to be the same way, walking and falling." Thomas moved closer to his mother, before sitting down and watching his brother. "Someone has to teach him how to be man." Guinevère smiled softly at Thomas, reaching up to brush back his hair. "Your such a good brother to him, Thomas, never let anything change that."

She hoped that he knew how much she loved them both. "Why would anything change that? Is he going to mess up my toys? I will still love him even if he brake another one. Guinevère laughed softly, "Good. I fear as he learns to play he will brake a few more." She warned. "I am going to need better hiding places!" He counted, leaving her laughing.

Guinevère knew he had asked her questions and was making a point, but some of his words cleared her mind of all else for a moment. "When I was only a couple of years older than Anna, I had thought I was in love." She had thought he meant with her, knowing they had fallen in love when he was just a few years older then Anna. "I nearly eloped with her." Again, she might have thought it was her, but there was something in her tone that gave her pause.

Because he would not be using her as a reason why Anna could not wed Merrickk. Arthur and Guinevère's almost elopement, had ended when Uther had her arrested claiming she was using magic on his son. Not: "Had Merlin not come to stop me, I would have destroyed my future." There had been a another. She knew that he had once asked permission to wed, but had never really given thought to how serious it had been, if that was even the girl they were speaking of.

"You . . . . You almost wed another?" She asked, not really in a hurt tone, but more one of surprise. She had faith in their love, and knew that in the past he had many girls in which he'd spent time with but she had not known he had almost ran off with one.

"Anna is too young. It is nothing but infatuation." Too young? "And what were we, Arthur? I was a but a year older then her, when a prince kissed me and told he that he'd never loved another." She was trying to make her point by reminding him about what they had. Besides, he had said she would explain to him why he should allow this.

"Your father had your whole life planned our for you, from your marriage to how he wanted you to think. We agreed to let our children have more freedoms. Anna and Merrickk have been meeting for a while now." She admitted, "Chaperoned the whole time, of course--" Unlike her and Arthur's meetings, Guinevère had made sure herself or Rosa was near by. They gave the two room, but she also knew how young love could be. "--And they've fallen in love. He makes Anna happy. Should that not be the greatest reason to say yes?"