Fate/Lost Horizon [ Dogs of War]. Volume 1

Chapter Forty One [ Month Five ]

Now, let the story continue.

[ Chapter 41 ]

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January, the month that sang the song that announced the beginning of a new year. Yet the year that had just ended was already something to remember. It was a trip, a trip that had both highs and lows but was looking to end on a high note. Relationships had shattered, while others had formed, and with their formation life was soon to be born. Only four months away and another set of feet will be walking around.

Artoria and Artorias, better known as Y/n. Those two had gone through much to get to where they were now, soon expecting a child to come and bless their lives. Yes, the boy or girl that was soon to come would certainly bring the sun's shine to their already joyous lives. Going forward, every day with that child would be worth living. Yes, together they had made each other stronger. True love at its finest, no?

So from December to now, their shared life has been rather peaceful. Of course, there was the occasional stupid argument, pranks played by Y/n and Sif, or late-night activity that kept a poor pet up from sleeping. Safe to say, as time passed things didn't seem to change, no, they stayed the same, the family of three, soon to be four were now just awaiting, anticipating the day another would join them. And, with Merlin's more frequent visits that she merely called "Just checking in on you", they weren't worried in the slightest when it came to the life slowly growing inside Artoria.

So...

"Ehh? I don't think that's going to fit either. Honestly, I think you stabbed yourself in the foot by constantly using Avalon." Sif commented as she tossed another article of clothing into the already large pile. Dressed in a pair of pants that were cut around her upper thighs and a buttoned-up white shirt, the skeptical-looking wolf girl placed a finger at her chin. "I'm pretty sure you would've grown up to be quite the looker if you had aged normally, but I guess that's a good thing since master doesn't have to worry about your measurements that much. Wait, can you even get fat?" Sif asked as she looked at Artoria who was sitting down on the couch with a raised eyebrow.

"...If by 'fat', you mean to gain weight, then no. Still, given my position, it only made sense for me to constantly house Avalon in my body, regardless of the effect it has on me. You should know the number of blades I had at my neck during the war. It was a necessary sacrifice and still is," Artoria calmly replied as Sif nodded. The blonde took a glance at the pile of dresses and outfits that no longer fitted her. This of course was because her stomach had once again grown, being pregnant will do that to you... Looking back to Sif who looked to be laughing, Artoria looked a little interested in what the wolf found so funny.

"What is so humorous? I would love to know as well," Artoria questioned as Sif looked back at her with a smile.

"Well even if ya got that fancy sheath, Y/n would probably still take a blow for you if it meant keeping hairs on your head. Ahaha!" Sif replied as Artoria thought about it for a moment before laughing a little.

"Yes, haha... I'd hate to see the lengths he'd go to for our child. I'm sure even the ground would fear bruising their feet. Which only makes me worry if the baby is a girl... Those poor boys are going to have a horrible time trying to impress him," Artoria commented as Sif laughed out loud.

"Ahahaha! Poor bastards, I doubt my master would want his child messing with a soft little aristocrat that has more skill in running than fighting. Haha! Imagine having to convince the personal guard of the king into letting you marry his kid. Ah yes, I'm sure my master is going to have a fun time messing with any suitors. But tell me, blondy, if my master is going to handle the boys if it's a girl..." Sif then walked over to Artoria and leaned down at her and smirked. "What kind of hell are you going to give the girls if it's a boy?"