Multifandommandy - Almost Heaven

Little One

Reader discovers that she and her husband Merlin are expecting their first child! Because we all need some good old domestic fluff with this wonderful man right about now.

** special thanks to @whirlybirbs for sobbing with me today while I wrote about our husband. 

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12 pieces of plastic. One word, two lines ... and your life was changed forever. Sir Merlin and Agent Gawain were going to have a baby.  You were pregnant.

After being best friends and lovers for five years, it was only a few months after your wedding when Merlin brought up the topic of having children. Heaven knows he wasn't the kind of man who would force you to have children if you didn't want to, but the spark in your eye must have given you away as he took your hands in his that night. The maternal side of you had always been clear to him - in fact, it was one of the things that had first attracted him to you. 

Even though you were only a few years older than Eggsy, you've openly admitted to becoming the Mom friend to many of your close friends and co-workers. Including the late Harry Hart, the best man at your wedding and someone you missed dearly. Watching your husband grieve the loss of his oldest friend made you realize that life was too short to settle on plans for one day. Looking forward to the future you had together is what brought you both out of your depression, moving out of your flat and into a house with plenty of room for your family to grow. 

For the past few months you hadn't actively been trying to get pregnant. Eighty percent of the time the two of you used condoms out of habit, but long weekends of love making left you feeling particularly nauseous for almost a week now. Monday morning rolled around with Merlin waking at the crack of dawn, kissing you softly before leaving the house to get a head start on work. The second his car rumbled down the driveway you shuffled out of bed yourself, first through the door of your local drugstore to pick up a hand full of pregnancy tests and rush home to take them. It wasn't until the final test had beeped that the reality in front of you set in, weeping openly from pure joy at the thought of Merlin holding your child. He was going to be an amazing father... you couldn't wait to tell him.

By the time you'd bought your usual morning group coffee order you arrived just in time to see Roxy and Eggsy already bickering their way towards the training room, setting their coffees wordlessly on the benches before high tailing it out of sight. You had learned over the years that butting into their first conversation of the day was a sure way to have a migraine for the rest of the morning, a mix of anxiety and happiness building with every step you took towards your husband's office. Balancing your tray as best you could, you knocked on the solid oak door and waited until a grunt of acknowledgement gave you the all clear to enter.

Merlin was bent over his desk laser focused on the multitude of screens in front of him, looking up the second you stepped inside and smiling fondly. It never failed to amaze how his eyes seemed to become an even warmer shade of green when they lit upon you. I wonder if the baby will have his eyes... you thought. But how should I tell him the news? 

"Good mornin', love." He met you half way to relieve you of the drink tray, setting it atop his desk before pulling you close. You have to stand on your tip toes to reach his lips first, taking your sweet time to revel in the scent of his aftershave and the feeling of your bodies slotted together comfortably chest to chest. In a few months you may have to ask him to switch to an unscented balm, and your baby belly would definitely get in the way of the late night snuggles you were oh so fond of. You had better take advantage of these moments while you still could. "Good morning to you too handsome." 

As if he could sense the way your train of thought was wandering, Merlin pressed a kiss to the top of your head before reluctantly pulling away. "Is everythin' all right?"  You knew that this was his adorable way of asking why you were late without wanting to seem like he was asking as your superior, and not as your spouse. You reassure him with a genuine smile, brushing the pad of your thumb across his jawline. "I'm fine. I just had to make a slight detour this morning, that's all." That answer seemed to satisfy him, squeezing your hand one last time before moving to sit back down at his desk before he spoke again. "And how are the children this mornin?"

The comment had come so easily to him that he didn't pick up on your dumbfounded expression at first, thankful for whichever intense e-mail he was reading for giving you a moment to collect your thoughts and think of what to say. Doing your best to remain nonchalant, you perched on the edge of his desk and playfully tapped your chin.

"Do you mean Eggsy and Roxy, or our other child?"

A deep chuckle resounded from the Scot's chest, you gauged his reaction closely to see when the weight of your words finally sunk in. "Well who else would I be talking about? We don't have a ch-" His fingers had been flying at lightning speed across the keyboard only seconds ago, but you could see the gears turning in his head when his entire body froze.

Tears had began to pool in your eyes once again as your husband turned his hopeful gaze on you, his mouth hanging open in disbelief of his own. The way his brow furrowed just the slightest told you that he was trying to figure out if his mind was playing tricks on him, too afraid to get his hopes up if he were wrong. Instead you fumbled for one of his hands, pressing it against your still flat stomach with a nod. 

"I'm pregnant, Hamish." 

You had only ever seen the love of your life cry twice before, on both the happiest day of your lives and the worst. But you knew the second his first tear fell that this was another moment you would never forget. His hands unbuttoned your blazer with practiced ease, all be it sliding from his chair and dropping to his knees in front of you. You didn't even have time to startle before he laid his head in your lap, clinging to your waist as if you'd disappear. You instinctively lay one of your hands across the back of his head, the other finding purchase on his now shaking shoulder. 

The kiss he presses to your belly moments later is light enough to make you squirm, biting back an elated giggle through your second bought of tears. Soon he's pressing kiss after kiss against your skin, tugging the material of your cotton shirt up despite your squeaks of protest. He wanted to be as close as he could be to both you and the baby you'd created together, voice barely loud enough for you to hear the quiet murmur he presses against your skin.

"You have no idea how long I've waited for you and your Ma, little one."

Honestly, those eyes <3 (x)

Dating Harry Hart as a younger woman would include...

Requested by @aprettysupernaturalwolf

Fellow recruits your age were relentless when it came to flirting with you. Being top of the class as a strong and independent woman left quite an impression on most, including Agent Galahad. 

Harry was kind to you, as kind as he was to any other potential recruits during training. It wasn’t until you were instated as Agent Gareth that he began showing you any preferential treatment.

His version of ‘flirting’ was much different than the short hand and vulgar advances you’d had from men your age in the past. Harry started by bringing you coffee each morning, customized exactly the way you liked it from a cafe that you later learned to be in the complete opposite direction of his home. He didn’t mind, though. The smile you shot him after taking the first sip was completely worth it.

Merlin would often catch you and Agent Galahad sharing long and meaningful looks during debriefing. The way he made eye contact with you was much more intimate than with anyone else, he was cherishing you the best way he could without stepping over a line.

Your first “date” was actually your idea. After a particularly exhausting day, you’d opted for going for a long walk instead of headed home once work was over. Harry, being the gentleman he is, refused to let you walk alone at night. Even though you were more than capable of taking care of yourself, the two of you wandered arm-in-arm for almost two hours before he walked you home. “We should do this again sometime,” was all it took for Harry to ask you to dinner the next day.

It took three dinner dates for Harry to lean in and kiss you goodnight after walking you to your door. He meant for the kiss to be short and sweet, but after so many lingering touches and sweet smiles you couldn’t stand for a small peck. You ended up making out for twenty minutes against your front door until he’d reluctantly pulled away.

Harry wasn’t crazy about PDA. You wouldn’t hold hands while walking down the street, but a warm hand at the small of your back was all you needed to feel secure and loved.

The first time he ever made love to you was after nearly a month and a half of dating. You had gone through more AAA batteries in the last month and a half than you had in your entire adult life. Once you had finally given into temptation, he’d murmured to you that he was worried about not being enough for you. Turns out - he’d teach you a thing or two. 

And on the topic of making love? He outright refused to ever refer to lovemaking as sex. “One does not use a vulgar reference to the act of intimacy with one’s lover, Y/N.”

Let me tell you... some of your "love making” is anything from the slow and passionate type pictured. The two of you absolutely destroyed his antique mahogany bed frame and had a wonderful time doing it.

You are 100% responsible for introducing him to Netflix. One of your favorite ways of unwinding with him was snuggling together on the sofa and binging a tv show or movie marathon. No one questioned how or why he had become familiar with the term “Netflix and chill” before everyone else.

SOMEONE HELP I CANNOT BREATHE

reblog if you're still in the voltage fandom, I feel like so many people left :(