500 Days of Freya (Merlin)

Children

Chapter 12

Warning/s: None that I can think of.

Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin nor anything to do with it.

A/N: This was a prompt from Elise.v: "Freya tries to convince Merlin to have children in the future, (with some arguments and doing extra sweet) but Merlin has his doubts. At the end merlin tells Arthur he's going to have kids, and Arthur has tou laugh, because Merlin is too easy to manipulate by a girl".

This one took quite a long time to write, just because I honestly wasn't sure how exactly to set about writing this. Hopefully I've done this prompt justice, please let me know, and keep the prompts coming! I managed to get this written purely because I'm doing work experience and I got a half day!

Day 1

Freya awoke earlier than usual. She wondered why, then realised that her husband was lying staring at the ceiling, humming under his breath. The light of the dawn must have woken him; they had forgotten to draw the curtains last night and while Freya wasn't sensitive to the light, Merlin was. Freya shifted slightly and Merlin glanced down at her, and realised that she was awake. "Morning," he said quietly, pulling her towards him gently to kiss her cheek.

"We should try for a child soon," Freya murmured into Merlin's ear, by way of greeting.

"What?" Merlin gaped at his wife.

"I think we should have a child." Freya threaded her hand through Merlin's messy hair.

"Why? We're perfectly fine as we are," Merlin protested, sitting up in bed. Freya followed suit, throwing her legs over Merlin's lap.

"I know, but I've always wanted to have children," Freya implored, widening her eyes and blinking innocently. "You said you wanted them too..."

"Well, yes, but not now!" Merlin spluttered. They couldn't have kids!

"Why not? We've been married for three years now and we'd both be great parents." Freya toyed with her husband's hand, biting her lip and fiddling with her hair. Unfortunately for her, Merlin wasn't falling for her usual tricks at that moment.

"I'm sorry, Freya, but no," Merlin answered firmly, sliding from bed and grabbing some clothes from his wardrobe. "Not yet." He strode behind the screen to change.

Freya settled back against the headboard. They were having children soon, whether Merlin liked it or not.

"She wants to have kids now!" Merlin squeaked.

Arthur nodded sympathetically. "You don't want to have them?"

"Not yet! Children are weird, they're like little frogs, bouncing around everywhere and making annoying noises!"

"Did you just compare children to frogs?" Arthur pinched the bridge of his nose. "Look, Merlin, you need to have a proper talk with her."

Merlin sighed and paced around Arthur's room. "I would, but she'll just use her feminine wiles and before you know it, she'll be pregnant."

"Ignore her feminine wiles, then. Resist the urge!" Arthur slammed his fist on the table for emphasis.

"Right!" Merlin marched to the door, then paused. "I can't, Arthur," he whined.

Arthur groaned.

"Freya," Merlin declared, as he entered their chambers. "We need to-" His voice trailed off as he noticed his wife, curled up into a ball, on the floor. "Freya, what's wrong?" He hurried to her side and rubbed her back.