Haven | Arthur/Gwen, light Percival/Elena | G | post-S5, everybody-lived AU (part 2 of 2)
As soon as he relatively dry, Arthur moved over to sit beside her, kissing her gently on the head as he did. He was still concerned about getting them home safely, but watching even the little that could be seen of their sleeping infant brought a peace to his soul that never ceased to amaze him.
After several quiet minutes, Arthur asked softly, "How are you both faring? You're not too cold?"
"He's nice and toasty," Guinevere replied in equally hushed tones. "I am comfortable enough." The content smile she had been wearing faded as she studied her husband. "You must be frozen."
It was true, but he waved it off. "I've been in worse." Nor was he only saying so. There had been many times in the past when he had been exposed to nasty weather when leading the knights, and there were sure to be many times in the future. Presently, he was simply thankful for the craftsmanship of the carriage, which was keeping his small family even warmer than he had expected. The interior was lined with several layers of wool and furs, which helped their body heat warm the air around them. It was not the same as being huddled down by a roaring hearth, but it was good. "It's nice to be in here for now," he admitted after a pause.
Her smile returned at that. Carefully, she shifted their son to one arm, leaving the arm beside Arthur free. Holding it out, she said, "Come on, then."
"How do you suggest I manage that?" he asked, both amused and moved at the same time. If he were to lean over, he would be resting his cheek on the top of her head, not on her shoulder.
"I'm sure you can find a way." Patiently, Guinevere waited until Arthur slid down, propping his feet on the opposite seat. The position was not completely restful with his armor on, but when he was finally snuggled against her, their son slumbering peacefully beside him, he did feel warmer.
It was an emotional warmth more than a physical one; yet in some ways, that was even better.
As soon as he relatively dry, Arthur moved over to sit beside her, kissing her gently on the head as he did. He was still concerned about getting them home safely, but watching even the little that could be seen of their sleeping infant brought a peace to his soul that never ceased to amaze him.
After several quiet minutes, Arthur asked softly, "How are you both faring? You're not too cold?"
"He's nice and toasty," Guinevere replied in equally hushed tones. "I am comfortable enough." The content smile she had been wearing faded as she studied her husband. "You must be frozen."
It was true, but he waved it off. "I've been in worse." Nor was he only saying so. There had been many times in the past when he had been exposed to nasty weather when leading the knights, and there were sure to be many times in the future. Presently, he was simply thankful for the craftsmanship of the carriage, which was keeping his small family even warmer than he had expected. The interior was lined with several layers of wool and furs, which helped their body heat warm the air around them. It was not the same as being huddled down by a roaring hearth, but it was good. "It's nice to be in here for now," he admitted after a pause.
Her smile returned at that. Carefully, she shifted their son to one arm, leaving the arm beside Arthur free. Holding it out, she said, "Come on, then."
"How do you suggest I manage that?" he asked, both amused and moved at the same time. If he were to lean over, he would be resting his cheek on the top of her head, not on her shoulder.
"I'm sure you can find a way." Patiently, Guinevere waited until Arthur slid down, propping his feet on the opposite seat. The position was not completely restful with his armor on, but when he was finally snuggled against her, their son slumbering peacefully beside him, he did feel warmer.
It was an emotional warmth more than a physical one; yet in some ways, that was even better.
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