AN: This is it. The last chapter. I hope you enjoy it. Thank you SO much for sticking with me. I truly appreciate it. You guys are wonderful. I'm glad you enjoyed it, and thanks to the positive feedback, I will definitely be writing more A/G fics in the future. Thanks, again!

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I've been Arthur's best friend for the past 9 years, and in all honesty, I never thought I'd see the day he'd actually be walking down the aisle to a woman he truly loved and genuinely wanted to spend the rest of his life with. In fact, if anyone had to me that it was even possible one year ago, I probably would have laughed in their face. Or sectioned them. But it's actually happening. Arthur is actually getting married, and he couldn't look any happier, or nervous. He's waiting impatiently at the altar, his hands are clearly dripping in sweat because he keeps wiping them constantly on his trousers. I laugh at him, then remember I'll probably the same when I have to give my best man speech. Me and public speaking? A disaster waiting to happen.

Guinevere was being like most brides; fashionably late, and my bow-tie was really starting to irritate my neck. I glance over at Morgana and the 3 other bride-maids; Elena, Morgause and Lisa. I'm not entirely sure who Lisa is but apparently she's a childhood friend. Morgana has been fiddling with her dress for the past 5 minutes; she's also getting a little bored of waiting. I smile over at her and she smiles back. I quickly return my attention back to Arthur; his nerves seem to be building as the Vicar takes his place in front of him. The congregation are all seated and the music begins to play. Arthur takes a deep breath, sighing heavily as he watches Guinevere, a vision in white, walking down the aisle. Her brother Elyan, giving her away. She's beaming and has a radiant glow spewing from her. She looks absolutely beautiful and Arthur looks completely overwhelmed. I think it's finally dawned him. He's getting married. He's about to become a husband, and Guinevere is going to be his wife. A smile slowly forms on his face and his eyes lock with Guinevere. She stands opposite him after reaching the altar.

The vicar clears his throat as he begins saying the nuptials.


I can't stop myself from smiling. I've never been Arthur's biggest fan but God, they do look absolutely wonderful together. They take it in turns to say their vows, their promises to be true, to be there for one another, to love each other and I guess it all becomes a bit too much for me as I burst into tears. Merlin notices as he manages to hide a cheeky smile. I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm not usually one to cry at weddings. In fact, I usually only come to weddings to complain about how tacky the whole thing is. But being here, in this cathedral, watching my best friend Guinevere, marrying the man she loves, watching as she's unable to stop smiling. Well, it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen and I only hope that Arthur makes her this happy for the rest of both their lives.


She's my wife. Guinevere is my wife. I can barely believe it. I can barely breathe. Oh my God, Arthur, breathe. Deep breaths. Look at her, she's wonderful. She's amazing. Perfect. And she's mine. She's mine to spend the rest of my life with.

"You may now kiss the bride."

I lean in, planting a soft kiss on my wife. Nothing to passionate of course, I don't want to give my father a heart attack. Pulling away, I smile at Guinevere. She smiles back. The music begins playing and we begin making our way out of the church, our hands locked together as I softly caress Guinevere's wedding ring. She's really mine.


Confetti. That's all I can see. Confetti. And lots of it. I can still feel Arthur rubbing my hand though and I can't help but smile. That's all I've been able to do for that past few days; smile. I've just been so happy. Everything seems to have worked out. I wouldn't even dream about changing anything about my life at the moment. Arthur Pendragon, crazy football jerk of the century, is my husband and I couldn't be happier. It's almost surreal.

Walking down the steps of the cathedral, we're stopped midway for a cheesy wedding photo. I turn to face my husband and we gaze at each other long enough for the photographer to get his winning shot. Unable to help himself, Arthur places a kiss on my lips and I almost forget about what day it is, where we are, and how many people are watching us. It's like we're the only thing that matters.

This is what they call the honeymoon period, isn't it?

Weeks Later.


"Why are they throwing this dinner, again?" Morgana asks as we wait outside Arthur and Gwen's apartment, a bottle of champagne in our hands.

"I don't know. You'd think after just returning from their honeymoon, they want some more alone time. To you know..." Morgana laughs at me.

"Psht. They've had plenty of time that. I doubt they did much sight-seeing on their 3 week long honeymoon." She continues, half laughing.

"Oh God, Morgana. The images." Morgana nudges my shoulder affectionately as she composes herself before pressing the doorbell. Gwen opens the door for us, letting us in to their humble abode.


"So, why the dinner?" Merlin asks as he and Morgana take a seat on the sofa. Guinevere and I turn to glance at each other before sharing a knowing smile. Merlin and Morgana look utterly confused.

"We have news." Guinevere turns to face Merlin.

"Oh my God. You're not getting a divorce, are you?"

"Ha-Ha, Merlin. No, of course we're not." I reply, rolling my eyes.

"Well spit it out then." Morgana interrupts, her irritation growing.

"Guinevere and I are moving houses." Merlin's face turns blank.

"That's it? That's why you called this urgent meeting?" He replies dryly.

"That's not it." I continue. "There's something else."

"What else?" Morgana's frustration grows.

"I'm pregnant."


Oh my God.

Months Later.


It's been 6 months since that memorable meeting, and we're now at the hospital waiting impatiently for Guinevere to pop Arthur Junior out. She's been in labour for the past 5 hours.

5 hours.

That baby really takes after his father; he is one heck of a procrastinator.

"Merlin, call a Doctor." Gwen says to me, her eyes wide.

"Should I call Arthur?"

"Unless Arthur's graduated from Medical school without telling me, then no, call a doctor. " She pauses as she lets out a loud groan. "The baby's definitely coming this time, I can feel it."

"Oh my God. What do I do?"

"CALL A DOCTOR!" Pregnant women are extremely frightening.


Best and worst 2 hours of my life. That's what his birth was. I can only imagine how Guinevere was feeling. I've never cried so much in my entire life. Holding him, my son, my baby. Our child. A product of me and my wife. The tears just wouldn't stop flowing. Guinevere was also crying a lot, but I'm not sure if that's to do with the excruciating pain she was in or if she's just as big of a sap as I am.

She's sleeping now, she looks so beautiful. I hold Arthur Junior (whose actual name is Thomas, Guinevere really wanted to name him after her father) as I stare down at him. He and his mother are the best things to ever happen to me, there's no way I'm going to screw this up.

Standing up, I hold Thomas over Guinevere, turning his head to face his mother.

"Look, Tommy. There's your mother. She's amazing. You'll love her." I pause to plant a soft kiss on Thomas' head. "You'll love her just as much as I do."

Catching me off guard, Merlin walks in, a huge smile on his face.

"Aw, she's sleeping." He whispers, staring at Gwen.

"Yeah, like mother like son." I reply, smiling down at my son. Merlin moves closer, holding his hands out.

"Can I hold him?"

"Of course. You're his Godfather." Merlin smiles proudly. I hand over Thomas and he holds him. His eyes fixated on his face. He begins rocking from left to right before breaking into song, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star to be specific.

"Merlin, please. We don't want to psychologically damage the child with your terrible singing." Morgana walks in, holding 3 cups of tea. She places them on the bedside table next to Guinevere.

"Your father's outside by the way, Arthur. He wants to know if he can come inside." I frown at her.

"Of course he can come inside, Thomas is his Grandson." Morgana quickly leaves the room again, returning momentarily, this time with my father. I smile at my father and he nods his head softly, a smile also on his face.

"Can I hold him?" He asks softly, his voice dry. I nod, and Merlin hands Thomas over to him.

"He has eyes are exactly like yours, just like your mothers'." A tear rolls down my father's cheek and he beings laughing. "He's wonderful, Arthur. Just wonderful!"

"I know." I reply. My voice also dry. My father's never been more proud. In all my sporting achievements, I've never seen my father this proud of me. It's weird, because I've never been more proud of myself.

Guinevere awakens from her slumber and I walk over to her, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. She glances around the room, smiling at the sight of Merlin and Morgana and my father with Thomas.

"I love you." I whisper softly, my eyes locked with hers. "I love you so much." Guinevere smiles, blushing a little.

"Even after seeing me go through the torture that is childbirth?"

"Even after seeing you go through the torture that is childbirth,"

"I love you too, Arthur Pendragon."

"We did it." I turn to glance at Thomas. "We really did it." I return my gaze back to Guinevere, placing a kiss on her lips. It's wonderful.

The End.

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