EnglandXReader- Too much Labour

Too much Labour.

EnglandXReader

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"Puuuush!"

"Shut up! I'm pushing...!"

"Puuuush!"

"Gaaaarghhh!"

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"There! The cradle looks great! Good job, Arthy!" you said idly walking towards your husband and giving him a well done pat on the back. You smiled happily.

"That is a bloody heavy cradle, what is it made out of, cement?" Arthur groaned in restrain. "Thank god that's done, it's really hard to push it alone." he sighed in relief.

"I told you, I could of helped!" you whined in protest. Jeez, this Brit was so stubborn!

He looked at you and chuckled. "Love, you look like your about to burst-" he stifled a laugh "you're practically 9 months! Maybe a little less but still, a pregnant woman-"

"'like you shouldn't be doing such thing as it's bad for you and our baby-' Arthur, you think I don't know?" you pouted. Just because you were pregnant, heavily pregnant for that matter, didn't mean you were disabled or something!

Arthur was really... Really protective...

"And just for the memo, you made me like this." you mumbled with your arms crossed over your bulging stomach. Arthur coughed violently (he had chocked on his spit), blushed and looked away looking at the time.

"A-ah, look at the time..." Arthur said looking at his watch on his right hand. "Tea time." he said as he got up and rushed to the kitchen. "The usual, love?" he called.

"Yeah, Thanks!" you responded with a happy sigh, you placed your hands lovingly on your tummy. It had surely grown over the months.

How amazing that a stomach can grow in 9 months.


You looked around the room. Today you had finally managed to complete the baby's room.

Well, it was completed a long while ago but you had decoded to change the position of the cradle to follow positive feng shui energy, your Taiwanese friend Mei recommended.

So today it was finally done for good.

You two still didn't know what gender it was- that was a surprise for you both as you, and Arthur said and you quote 'It's all in the excitement of parenthood'.

Teddy bears, toys, baby furniture and decorations were neatly laid around the room.

You sighed in bliss as you traced circles on your stomach, feeling a few bumps in response.

"Ah... Your awake now, baby?" you cooed. "Good morning."

Kick kick.

"My, I cannot wait for you to come out... You, daddy and me will have such fun." you giggled as you thought how both you and Arthur would manage it.

Kick

"Having a conversation with the baby again, love?" Arthur said as he quickly placed the tray with tea on the side and encircled his hands on your waist, laying his hands on your stomach. You nodded your head on his head.
"'Ello baby, ready to come out any time soon?"

Kick Kick.

"Hm... Good, good~ Say, when your big enough we will play soccer together." Arthur chuckled to himself as he started thinking about what he could do.

He couldn't wait for his child to arrive either.

Even if he was a bit anxious.

"And if it's a girl, don't you think she'd rather do ballet?" You asked. Sure you also had your fantasies, dressing up the baby, feeding, learning how to talk...

Even though all would come in it's time.

"She, or He could do both, who knows?" Arthur said before pecking your cheek quickly and bending down to ground level to give your hard bulging tummy a kiss.

"Your right." You smiled before walking to one of the chairs placed in the room with the help of Arthur. Arthur quickly grabbed your cup of tea and handed it to you with a scone- miraculously, it tasted okay.

Or was it that you've had one too many that burnt off your taste buds?

"Ow, my back..." Arthur said as he sat down next to you on the floor holding his cup of tea gently. You laughed mockingly. "Oh god Arthur, your behaving like the pregnant woman here, not even I whine even if I am carrying about 5 extra kilos around."

"But love, it was heavy..."

"Must be 'Heavy duty' then." you laughed.

"..."

"That wasn't funny, right?" you asked in monotone.

"Not the least bit" he laughed. "Well, it was rather 'Punny'"

"..."

"..." You two kept quiet.

"Right." You said before both of you started laughing. "I'll go and start preparing lunch, okay?" You said as you attempted getting up.

Not working.

You looked at your right and laughed nervously. "Um... Arthur-"

"I'm on it, love." He sighed with a smile as he got up from his side of the couch and lent you a hand and pulled you up, slightly grunting. "You surely have gained a few pounds!" He joked.

You huffed and marched to the kitchen to look for food to make.

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"Lord, that meal was delicious, love." Arthur sighed in contentment before inking more into the sofa next to you.

"I'm glad." You smiled at him before watching TV Again. "I wonder how you'd survive without my cooking?" You stifled a laugh. Your Brit husband looked offended.

"I would cook!" He cried indignantly.

"I wonder how you could ssurvive." you laughed before wincing, a sharp pain on your lower abdomen.

You were having these pains for the last half hour or so.

Strange, but you weren't taking any mind of it.

"Tsk." Arthur scoffed. Clearly annoyed with your teasing.

...With everyone's teasing!

Oh, hopefully his child didn't dislike his food either...

That would destroy him completely!

"Oh is Daddy gwumpy?" You cooed at Arthur, who gave you a weird expression. You grinned, before internally wincing again.

"what? I am not-"

"Daddy is gwumpy! Wetz go and get him some tea, Eh, baby?" You cooed to your ever bulging stomach. "Would you like something to drink?"

"That would be lovely." He smiled as he continued watching TV.

Rugby season.

"Ok, wetz go get some tea daddy." You said as you tried to get up from the sofa that was currently keeping you from standing.

Again.

Standing now was as difficult as trying to look at your feet!

Plus that you felt like if you fell, you'd bounce like a rubber ball.

"A little help here?" you grinned awkwardly.

"Yes, yes." He laughed.

"Ok, 1,2,3, Oof!" He said as he pulled both your arms an you stood up, a cold breeze passing on the back of your pants. "Up you go, Mummy." He grinned.

It sounded nice.

"Thank you." You smiled before whimpering, the pain in your lower abdomen a little stronger this time.

"Are you ok, ___?" Arthur asked, concerned.

"I'm fine, must be the baby messing with my organs again or something." You laughed weakly.

It was a daily thing.

"I'll go prepare your tea now." You said before leaving for the kitchen.

"Ok..." Arthur said worriedly after you. He sighed and used the opportunity that you weren't here to lie down on your side of the wet couch vertically.

Wait.

Wet couch?

Arthur sat up quickly an looked at his hands. They were wet. You hadn't brought any liquids to the couch so why could it be-

Oh.

Oh.

"____!" Arthur called after you worriedly. A million things going through his mind.

But he could be wrong.

"____!"

"W-what is it? What's wrong?" you called from the kitchen as you rushed as quickly as you could.

The stomach certainly delayed your speed no questions asked.

"_-___. the sofa is wet."

"...so?"

"Your side of the sofa specifically." He said pointing at your side. Slightly moving away. He was sweating for some reason.

"What are you saying...?" You asked, clueless.

"Um..." He blushed faintly and He pointed at your tummy. And started pointing down.

Down...

What...?

Oh.

"It can't be that-" You laughed nervously before checking your pants and gasping.

Oh Shit.

Your eyes nearly escaped your sockets. Then a sudden anxiety went down your body, and then the pains in your stomach started getting stronger and stronger.

As if on cue!

"Oh God." You gaped. "Arthur."

"Hah...?"

"My water broke." You said stoically.

"Whaaat?!" Arthur yelled, outraged... Scared... Nervous... Excited.

All them feels.

You looked at him in a blank face. "Well, I am sure as hell I didn't piss myself! MY WATER BROKE! MY WATER BROKE!" You yelled angrily, finally exploding.

Arthur stayed frozen in shock.

The time had come finally.

So why weren't his limbs moving according to his commands?!

Bloody Hell!

"ARTHUR!" You groaned in pain. Now you realised the pain was contractions and that it was killing that right that moment.

Arthur stayed unmoved. He was trying to remember the steps in the emergency drill he had planned for this and all the advice in the Father guide books.

Part 1... Part 1... Luggage! Get the luggage!

"I-I'll go get your stuff!" He said as he ran towards your room

"O-ok!" You groaned again in pain. You started pacing up and down the room in pain. Hopefully that would give you some comfort. You started sobbing before you stated to take wick shallow breaths to calm yourself.

Huff...1 2 3 4... huff...

But it wasn't working.

The pain was killing you!

You'd sit down on the sofa but you wouldn't be able to stand up again.

Curse that old squishy sofa Arthur had inherited from his uncle!

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Arthur was scavenging through your shared bedroom for the luggage you had prepared beforehand.

Thank god.

He knew were it was but the panic had made him forget the location!

"Bloody hell..." He muttered as he threw all the clothes around as he looked for the suit case.

"AHHH!" You scream in pain as you strained in the lounge.

"The closet!" He gasped triumphantly, remembering the location. His emerald eyes shined.

Your scream had brought him back to reality.

Now for the car keys...!

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"Hm, you think they'll like the orange cake I made for them?" A female voice said outside your house. "I hope so." She purred.

"Of course, Mi amour!" A male responded cheerfully. "You are such a good friend for making it for them."

"Well, she is my neighbour and my friend, so it's nice to do random acts if kindness huh~?"

"Mhm~" The male response before pressing the doorbell.

Ding Dong!

Ding Dong!

"Maybe they aren't home Toni." The female said.

"Tonterias Bell! Their car is here." 'Toni' said to 'Bell'. "I'll try again."

Ding Dong.

"I-I'll get it...!" You cried weakly from the inside of your house  as you tried to reach for the door.

Toni smiled. "See, Amor? Their home-"

"AHHH!" you screamed in pain. Darn contraction!

"_-___?" The both said in unison.

You unlocked the door and opened it with a swing, heaving heavily in pain.

Bell panicked and shoved the food on her husbands arms and helped you stand straight. "___, are you ok?!"

"No... I'm in labour..." You groaned.

In other words. Not. Okay.

"QUEEE?!" A surprised Spaniard cried in excitement/shock. "Where's Arturo?" He asked.

"Arthur, Dear." Bell corrected her Husband.

"Yes him, where?" He nodded.

"H...he is upstairs getting the stuff..." You huffed weakly, you started walking inside the house again with the help of Bell.

"LOVE, I CAN'T FIND MY KEYS!" Arthur called from your room.

"Oh shit." You cursed.

"Antonio!" Bell cried. The Spaniard nodded in agreement. As if they had just telepathically contact each other!

"Seguro. We'll give you a lift. I'll run quickly to my house to get the keys. Bell, stay here an help her." Antonio said freakishly calm and serious. The blonde nodded and started to help you inside.

"Si señor!" She saluted. Antonio then ran next door.

"Arthur!" You screamed, the Brit running down the stairs instantly with your luggage.

"Yes, love?!" Arthur asked. "I've got everything, I just don't have my keys-"

"-don't worry Arthur~" Bell smiled at the now confused spiky haired blonde. "We'll give you a lift." She declared.

"Carriedo will?!" He furrowed his eyebrows.

He didn't really like Antonio. Not that he was bad or something, but it was something about the Spanish that ticked him off.

...too cheerful.

"Sure! That's what good neighbours do!" Bell grinned at Arthur, snapping him of his thoughts. He sprinted with your luggage towards the door and then sighed and looked at you.

"...at least it isn't Francis."

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"What do you mean it's not coming out now?!" You yelled in outrage to the doctor who was attending you. It seemed to have intimidated the doctor.

Antonio and Bell had successfully brought you and Arthur to the hospital in good time.

They had dropped you off at the Emergency unit and everything went on from there.

"I-Im sorry Ma'am the contractions have slowed, we'll have to wait until the contractions start again to try and extract the baby." The doctor said to you.

You frowned."Oh for crying out loud-"

"Love, your scaring the poor man." Arthur mentioned the bow trembling doctor in front of you. You sweat dropped.

"Oh." you said looking at the poor, apprentice, as you sat down on a chair with your gown. "Sorry..." you apologised sheepishly.

"It's okay, Mrs Kirkland, it's Normal around the Maternity area." The Midwife said to you softly.

"Oh okay." You nodded. Arthur laughed nervously.

"So, Mr Kirkland you will have to reside here until the contractions start getting hard again. You still haven't dilated enough so we have to wait until the contractions start getting heavy again."

"Okay." You winced. Arthur squeezed your shoulder reassuringly.

The contractions were still strong but apparently not strong enough to induce labour.

Damn.

"Please make yourself comfortable here, you have the sofa, a Gym ball and the bathroom facilities, and also the TV." The midwife showed you. "Call any of the Midwives if you need anything, okay?" She said mentioning a button that was next to your bed.

"Yes, Ma'am, Sir."  You said before both the medics left the room leaving you and Arthur alone.

Click.

You faced Arthur with a worried, pained expression. "Arthur..." you whined, already tired. You held you bulging stomach in pain.

"don't worry you'll be fine." Arthur assured you with a tired sigh. "And I thought you knew about all this after all those documentaries you saw on the Telly." He said plopping into the leather chair next to your bed.

"I know... But I though I was going to be like, you know, an Express Delivery." You pouted.

"Well, obviously you aren't, dear." He chuckled.

"I know... Ow..." You said as you stood up from the plastic chair and you started walking up and down the room.

The contractions were hell.

Thank god it was a private room.

"Please relax, love, you'll be okay, I promise." Arthur said as he stood up and followed you around, giving you a shoulder massage. "This will be over before you know it." He said. "I will be by your side every minute." He said as he hugged your bulging tummy and kissed your now messy (h/c) hair.

"Okay..."

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"'This will be over before you know it' What type of bull crap is that?!" You mocked Arthur. As you looked around the room as you lay down.

It was moving in circles.

"Yes...Yes..." Arthur drawled. He had to agree or not the hormones would kick in again and he'd gain another punch on the gut.

Pregnant women were unexpectedly strong.

Rule 12: Hormones increase strength in women hence do not her in their nerves.

Oh he learnt that the hard way.

"Ow... Bring me more..." you sighed as you kicked your legs up. "More Diamorphine!"

"Here, love." Arthur said offering you the tube with the gas.

"Thanks..." you said before inhaling the despatch gas. "Ahh."

"Feeling a little better?" He asked softly a he flipped the page of a random magazine he found next to your bed.

"I guess." You whispered. "My feet hurt like he'll and I feel like I am going to burst any second now." you looked at him before inhaling the gas again.

The wonderful numbing gas.

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"Rome-o Rome-o~ Where art thou Ro-me-oh~?" You slurred, happily as you lied down on your bed at the hospital.

"Arthur. It's Arthur, ___." Arthur huffed. "There is no Romeo."

"Oh? Okay." You laughed. "Arthur, Arthur, Where art thou Arthur??" You said stroking his cheek with your hand.

"Right next to you." He said in monotone.

Rule 19: Follow whatever she says and go with the flow.

"Oh! Arthur there you are, you sneaky little spy you!" You giggled. Oh the effects of the numbing gas.

"...Hm."

"Arthur, Arthur..." You repeated, now a little more sober than before."It hurts..." You whined once more.

"Yes, I know..." He smiled sympathetically. It must hurt you.

"Arthur..." You sighed, turning your head to his side. He looked up from his magazine. His emerald eyes meeting your sparkling (e/c) ones.

"Yes, love." He asked, yawning slightly from the tiredness, you two had been there for a while.

"I love you- even if you did this to me." You said sincerely. "The time is finally near..." you grunted.

"...Me too, love." He said giving you a kiss. "Yes I know."

"Hn... Ow ow ow..." You laughed, before inhaling more gas from the tube before laughing again. "You know, This gas makes me feel all high and drunk, I think I can even see your pet mint bunny flying!" You laughed again, the effects of the gas kicking in again.

"It's Flying mint bunny." He corrected you.

And you had to be hallucinating as the flying mint bunny had stayed home guarding the house.

"Whatever... I think it's telling me somethin'" You tilted your head back on the pillow with a grunt.

"Yes?" He asked.

"I think..." You said, your voice becoming louder by the second. "... it's telling me that the baby is comMINGGGG!!!" You practically screamed in pain.  "HYAAAAH!" you cried, lifting your legs up and wide.

"N-Nurse!" Arthur yelled out, panicking.

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"Ow... Ow... I can't do this any more..." You whined. "Someone take over!"

"Your doing fine Mrs Kirkland, your doing a fantastic job!" One of the midwives reassured you. "Keep on pushing!"

"Ow... Ow..." Arthur winced in pain. "___, l-love, when I said you could grab my hand for comfort I didn't mean you could crush it..."

"Suck it up! That isn't even a fraction of the damn pain that you caused me!" You raged at your intimidated husband.

He was seeing all this, and, like, it wasn't pretty.

At all.

"M-me?" He stuttered.

"Damn straight you-" You said before pushing. "I will send someone to cap-" Puuush. "You so you don't so this to me ever again!"

"Cap...?" He said confused.

"I think she means a vasectomy- push Darl!" The midwife said leaving Arthur terrified.

No. Not in a million years.
No.

"___, keep on pushing dear, your doing great!" Another midwife said positively as she helped you.

"I am pushing!" You strained before pushing again. "Argh!" you face turned even more red.

"Push!"

"I'm pushing!"

"Puuuush!"

"I-I am puuu-Aw ow ow!" You cried. Arthur wiping your tears.

"PUUUSHHH!"

"AHHHH!!"

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"Congratulations Mrs and Mr Kirkland you have a wonderful Healthy young boy!" The midwife declared before a soft cry was heard.

A baby cry.

"Let me look at him." you pleaded. The midwife nodded before bringing him to your arms. You started sobbing with emotion.

Your son.

"He's gorgeous." You said, in disbelief. The baby had stopped crying when he got into your arms. This was the so called 'Mother-baby connection' perhaps?

Sure he was red as a tomato and all powdery, and mucky but he was terribly cute!

He had a mop of dark blonde hair , and it appeared that he had blue eyes!

"That he is..." Arthur said putting his hand on your shoulder and rubbing his thumb on his sons face. The baby seemed to look everywhere, such a curious little boy!

"What's his name?" The midwife said before grabbing him back to check his levels of oxygen and weight. You instantly missed his weight on your arms.

"Alfred. Alfred F Kirkland." You declared proudly.

"What does the F stand for?" Arthur asked. "You never told me."

"I don't know yet but it just suits the name." you laughed and sighed in relief. Arthur sweat dropped.

Finally you could put your ever so sore legs Down!

"Wait, wait, Mrs Kirkland." The midwife who delivered the baby said. Everyone in the room stared at her.

"What?" You asked, you just wanted to sleep, she was stopping you, how annoying!

"There's another one in there!" She cried.

"WHAT?!" You and Arthur yelled in unison.

"How is that possible? Wouldn't of you noticed if another one was there?" You babbled, your eyes as wide as saucers.

A...another baby?!

"It must of been hiding behind it's brother!"

"But, Sir- I-I mean Ma'am, what about the heart beat?!" Arthur cried in outrage. Wouldn't the doctors know if there was another or not?!

"We thought that your baby had a really fast heartbeat!" The Elder doctor laughed nervously.

"Oh for gods sake-"

"Okay, ___, once again. Push." The midwife told you. All the other midwives and doctors got to their positions.

"Push, love, just one more." The midwife told you. You whimpered.

"Push!" you started pushed again.

"Y-your going to be alright,love!"

"Ah... Ah... AGH!"

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"Fer Crying out loud, the hospital is so loud." An Irish make voice was heard in the hallway. "Screams and screams, crying too, everywhere."

"Well, women are having labour right now." A welsh accent was heard. "it's not particularly pretty."

"True..." A Scottish make voice responded.

"I wonder where Arthur and ___ are."

"Antonio said nothing about their room!" The Irish cried again.

Antonio had Facebooked and Tweeted about you being in labour.

'Todos, ___ is in Labour at The Victoria Hospital! Baby is coming! El bebe! Let's cheer her and Arthur on! Fusoso~'

About 40 likes and 20 retweets!

"Quit the yapping and let's ask a midwife." The Scottish groaned. "Liam, Dylan."

"Right-o Ian!"

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"Ian! Dylan! Liaaaam!" A person called from afar the hallway with a particular bogan accent.

Australian.

"Is that-"

"Aye! I told them to come over, I will surely surprised Arrhur!" Liam smiled before pointing at two people. A blonde and a dirty blonde.

"It sure did me." Dylan, the welsh sighed.

"G'day Fellas!" The dirty blonde called as he ran towards the trio. "Where Arthy and her Mrs?"

"We don't know, were lost in this big hospital." Dylan responded.

"Oh Bugger." The australian pouted.

"You should probably ask a midwife." The blonde appear next to his blonde brother and smiled irritatedly.

"Right." Dylan nodded before splitting up.

"I need a smoke right now..." Ian face palmed.

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"Agh... I seriously can't!" you huffed. "Can't do this any more, NO!" you squirmed.

"Nearly! I see a head!" The midwife said. "Please stop moving!"

"THEN JUST PULL IT FROM THE BLOODY HEAD ALREADY!" You screeched.

You turned your head to look for Arthur but he was now, traumatised in the corner of the room.

He couldn't take it any more.

One baby was enough, but-

Two?!

What was next, a surprise visit from his family?

"Oy Guys! Arty and ___ are over here!" An Australian accent was heard from the outside from the door.

"Really? Let's go in then!"

No.

Nonononono.

This couldn't be happening.

Damn you Irony.

The door opened and a group of about 5 people started entering the room.

The Australian, Cody started walking in and said before he was interrupted "Hello fellas we brought you some Gifts-"

"AAHHHH!!"

Liam raised an eyebrow, pecking behind Cody. "What the fecking hell was-"

"YOU GITS! ___ is still in labour!" Arthur hushed a he stood up from his chair and rushed to his family and started to push them out.

He couldn't scream because he had Alfred in his arms and he was asleep. So the safest bet was to give him to a nurse, to babysit which he did.

Liam huffed. "Why leave-"

"Ah... Ah... Hhhhhhnnnng!" You pushed.

"Puush!"

"EEAAAH!"

"Okay were leaving." Dylan smiled before pushing everyone out.

"Your wife is quite the screamer, aye?" Ian smirked. Arthur blushed and angered.

"Sounds like bloody murder in here!" Liam Argued.

"I will bloody murder you all if you don't get out!" Arthur yelled at his siblings and cousins.

You whipped your head towers the men, fire in your eyes. "I WILL MURDER YOU ALL WHEN IM DONE YOU HERE MEEEE-AGH!!"

"Retreat!"

SLAM.

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"...There! Congratulations again! It's another healthy boy!" The midwife declared proudly. "And that's that!"

Another cry was heard, softly.

"Bring him here too please." You smiled tearfully. opening your tired arms to receive your baby.

It was over.
At last.

...and you were crying in happiness too...

He was a gorgeous baby almost identical to Alfred! Only he was a teeny bit smaller and thinner.

And when he open his eyes you discovered he has the most pretty violet-blue eyes. He had the same dark blonde hair as Alfred but his hair was curlier.

"He's so cute..." You smiled at your baby in your arms. Arthur came close to you and sighed happily. Arthur slid Alfred back on your arms and you hugged both babies affectionately tight.

You were now a family.
At last.

"What will yo call him Ma'am? Sir?" The nurse asked you two.

"Ah..."Arthur thought thoroughly. "um..."

Of course he wouldn't know, you two had only chosen one name for one baby!

"Um... How about, Matthew." You thought out loud. "Yeah."

"Who?" Arthur asked.

"Matthew, your new son. How about that?" you giggled.

"Matthew and Alfred Kirkland. I like it." Arthur nodded approvingly

"Me too." You smiled.

"So Matthew it is?" The nurse asked, her notepad in sight.

"Yes" you nodded.

"Okay, I'll leave you all to enjoy some private time together." The nurse said. The midwives exciting the room. "And if you want I can ask those gentlemen a the door to give you a moment, Hm, Mr Kirkland?" The nurse smiled.

"Please do." Arthur rushed.

"Okay." She nodded before leaving out the door and closing it.

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"Arthur." You looked over at your relieved husband. "How about we take a family picture?" yo suggested. "To seal the moment."

"We would have to call someone to take a pic then." He thought.

"Doesn't your camera have timer settings?" You pondered out loud.

"Oh yes." he laughed, reaching his camera bag and taking out his digital camera. "In a sec." He said putting the timer and setting it on the table in front if your bed "There." He said rushing to your side.

You tried fixing your attire as quickly as possible and your hair. You had both boys at either sides. Mattie (his new nickname) on your left and Alfie on your Right.

"Say cheese" Arthur said an you two smiled.

Tick... Tick... Ca-cha!

"Can I see it now? Please?" You pleaded rather loudly.

"Shh... You'll wake the babies." Arthur hushed you before gazing at his children.

His children.

"Sorry." you whispered.

"Here we go." he said walking towers you with the camera. "There, don't you all look cute?." he chuckled proudly.

"Aww..." You cooed. "yeah, Thanks."

"My pleasure, love." he said plopping on the chair next to you again  "Would you like some water?" He asked.

"Yes please." you said. He then stood up and walked to the table and filled a cup with water before giving it to you.

"Hey, Arthur." You hummed.

"Yes, love?"

"You know that I love you, right, 'daddy'?" You grinned weakly.

"Me too, 'Mummy'." Arthur said softly, sitting in his chair an leaning to give you. Kiss on the cheek.

Things couldn't get any sweeter.

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You were about to fall asleep when you remembered something rather important.

"Arthur." you whispered in his ear.

"W-wha, who, what?" He bolted up, apparently he had fallen asleep. His emerald eyes popping open.

"You know, now with twins...Does that mean we need another cradle?"
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Yep, nothing could get sweeter than this.