500 Days of Freya (Merlin)

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Chapter 30

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Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin.

A/N: This is so terrible omg I am so sorry and I did not even follow the prompt properly but I wanted to do something that at least vaguely followed the idea but I don't know I'm just very sorry

Prompt: Nicely Nicely's little sister - "Arthur and Gwen commentate on Freya and Merlin's relationship from afar. Little do they know, Freya and Merlin are doing the same to them."

The first day that they found out:

"They seem sweet," Gwen commented, looking out of the window at where Merlin and Freya were walking across the field together.

"They seem to be taking their bloody time," Arthur grumbled, hunting for his comb still. Ever since Gwen had undertaken Freya as her maidservant, the king and queen had noticed a certain bond between the two, and had even caught them in a few compromising conditions together. But it was only today that they had learnt that they were in fact courting, and had been since before Freya had joined the service of the castle.

"Leave them alone," Gwen chided. "I'm happy they were able to tell us the truth and now they do not have to hide their relationship."

"Whatever you say," Arthur said in the same grumpy tone, even though Gwen knew he was actually pleased that his clumsy, awkward manservant had found someone who he loved so much.

"I hope they get married; they said they've been courting for over four years now."

"Leave them be," Arthur said, wandering over to the window and peering out himself. "I have to say, though, Merlin seems a lot more confident when he's with Freya."

The day that Merlin proposed:

"Where are they?" Arthur complained, still lying in bed. He had always had someone who had helped him to get dressed, so unlike Gwen, he wasn't able to propel himself out of the warm sheets early in the morning.

"They've probably been a little held up with odd jobs," Gwen said sensibly. "They've never been late before now."

"I know, but I'm hungry!"

Just then, the door burst open, and Merlin and Freya burst in. "Sorry we're late," they chorused as one.

"See, I told you they wouldn't be long," Gwen said, rolling her eyes at the pair of servants.

"I'm hungry! I need breakfast," Arthur repeated, not even lifting his head from the pillows.

"Gods, I question why I love you sometimes," Gwen muttered, grabbing a stack of council papers. "Anyway, I – oh Gods! Is that...?"

At that, Arthur looked up and squinted over. "What?" he asked groggily.

"We're betrothed," Merlin said simply, showing the simple, gold band around his finger.

"Oh, wow," Arthur said. "I'm still hungry though."

The day that they got married:

"I couldn't be happier for them," Gwen whisper-sobbed. It was unusual for lower-class citizens to have any sort of wedding that was more than just hiring a minister, and even more strange for royalty to be attending.

But this was Merlin and Freya, after all; they were more than the average servants to the King and Queen. Gwen was crying silently, and Arthur was most definitely not because he was not moved at all, not even a little bit.

But he was sniffing a bit, just because Merlin looked so extremely over the moon and Freya was genuinely weeping with joy and when they kissed everyone cheered because there was so much love and fuck it, Arthur was crying.

The day that Freya announced her pregnancy:

"Um, we need to talk to you both," Merlin said one morning. They had been married for nearly six months now, and Arthur and Gwen had been continuing their weird – no, sweet – tradition of commenting on their relationship from afar.

"Go ahead," Arthur said, taking a swig of his wine and pushing the papers he had been signing away from him. Gwen did the same, gesturing for the two to sit down at the table with them

Merlin helped Freya into a seat and then sat down himself, looking at Freya questioningly. She shook her head and Merlin smiled.

"Freya's pregnant," he blurted out.

Gwen squealed and leapt up to embrace Freya and then Merlin. Arthur just sat in his chair, looking shell-shocked. The idea of Merlin being a father was too much for him.

"How long?" Arthur asked in a strangled sort of voice.

"Three months," Freya said happily. "We wanted to ask about taking some time off in the future...and also to let you know, of course."

"You can have all of the time you need off," Gwen said, "And..."

Arthur faded everything else out as he thought about the news. Merlin was going to be a father, and he was going to be the best father ever, and he was going to be forever the best husband that Freya could ever wish for.

A/N: this is so awful and didn't even follow the prompt

but anyway leave me more prompts to vaguely half follow