We sit in the garden with the guards thinking of names. Oliver smiles and says
"Have you thought of Oliver? I've heard that a good name for Heroes." Lincoln punches him on the arm and they all laugh.
"We were thinking Analeah Grace, if it's a girl, and we haven't the faintest clue of what the name will be if it's a boy." Arthur says.
"Any ideas gentlemen?"
"Charles perhaps?" Says Lincoln.
Arthur nods with a smile. "Yes I could see that"
"But-" I begin "I think I like Arthur." I say looking up to my husband I love so much. He smiles.
"If that's what would make you happy." He says.
"It would." I reply.
"Well." Arthur says. "As much as I'm sure Constance would love to stay and talk, we need to be heading back. It's getting late." The guards nod and say there goodbyes. Arthur and I walk hand and hand back to our room.
I suddenly feel the urge to pull his clothes off.
"Arthur."
"Yes love?" He says facing me.
"I want you." I whisper.
"You're,-you're pregnant." He says seeming hesitant.
"Yes, but-but you can still kiss me." I say walking across the room to kiss his neck.
"True." He says leaning his head back.
I let the tip of my tongue cruise up his neck.
He gives in scooping me up and tossing me on our bed. His lips hungrily kiss my neck. We undress quickly kissing all the while. He laughs.
"Jesus you make me crazy." He says kissing my chest. I groan as he kisses me.
"The feeling is mutual-agh!" I gasp as his lips make it to my waist.
He kisses back up to my neck. Pressing his soft lips just behind my ear.
"Nnngh" I groan letting my hands tighten in his ashy brown hair. He kisses me harder after the sound. Suddenly he lifts me up slamming me against the wall. He slides his tongue in my mouth, groaning my name. I hold him as tight as my arms allow.
"Oh Jesus Arthur." I gasp. Somehow he's finding every weak spot on my body.
He pulls his lips from mine with a soft laugh.
"It's a shame I can't make love to you." He says, kissing me again.
A loud pounding comes on the door. Arthur jerks back. Hastily we dress, Arthur pulls on pants and I grab my nightgown off the floor.
He slides the door open, light gleaming off his shirtless form.
"What is it Lincoln?" Arthur says, sounding worried.
"It's, it's my wife your highness. I'm so so sorry to wake you, you can fire me your highness-"
"We will do no such thing Lincoln. What is wrong with your wife?" Arthur says concerned.
"She's very ill your highness, I-I don't have any medication for her. Could she stay here? Just for a little while. We have to sell the house and we don't have a place to stay." Arthur laughs
"Lincoln you are welcome to stay here, your wife as well. Please give her my wishes. Take whatever you need, you can have the north tower. Now please excuse me, I'm going to go back to bed." Arthur says.
"Of course your highness. Bless you thank you. My best to her highness."
Arthur shuts the door and walks back to me.
"That was kind of you." I whisper wrapping my arms around his waist.
"It was right." He says pressing his lips to my hair.
"But I think it's time for bed." I nod and we crawl into bed. I fall asleep in Arthur's arms.