Digestives

Summary – Pregnant Arthur has cravings for digestive biscuits

Rating – PG

Spoilers/Warnings – None

Word Count – 446

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"Merlin! Merlin?" Arthur called up the darkened stairs of his home in a hushed voice. It was 3am, and Merlin was asleep ahead of a big day at work. Arthur wouldn't normally wake him, but this was an emergency.

"Arthur..?" Merlin's sleepy reply was so quite, Arthur almost didn't hear him.

"Come down here!" Arthur ordered, forgetting to whisper. He heard Merlin groan and get out of bed. Seconds later, he was tip-toeing down the stairs.

"Arthur, this better be important, I have to get up in 3 hours! I have an vital meeting tomorrow, you know that," Merlin said as he rubbed his eyes.

"I'm sorry, it's just... well, we are out of digestive biscuits," Arthur said as he looked down sadly, feeling regret at waking Merlin for something so trivial.

"Arthur, I brought 4 packets today!" Merlin cried with a stamp of his foot. Arthur frowned and affectionately rubbed his small, 5 month grown bump.

"Baby really wanted them... now baby wants more," he whispered, pouting his bottom lip ever so slightly. Merlin sighed and reached out to place his hand over Arthurs.

"I hate to think how much trouble you'll be when you come out little one," he whispered affectionately. "You're even more demanding that your mother and you haven't even been born yet..." Arthur laughed and gave Merlin a playful, tender shove.

"I am not demanding," Arthur protested.

"Sure, so why did you wake me up at 3am for digestives?" Merlin asked with an eyebrow raised.

"That was baby," Arthur said as he rubbed his bump defensively. Merlin gave his husband a warm smile as he ran his thumb over his cheek.

"Don't eat these ones all at once, okay?" he whispered. Arthur beamed.

"Does that mean you'll get me some?" Arthur asked eagerly. Merlin laughed and nodded.

"As many as I can carry," Merlin promised as he headed upstairs to dress.

An hour later, Arthur was awoken by the front door opening. He watched with a grin as Merlin walked in laden with bags and bags, filled with digestive biscuits. He proceeded to dump them in front of Arthur proudly.

"I got every packet the shop had," he said smugly.

"I didn't realise you liked them so much," Arthur teased. Merlin playfully slapped Arthur round the head.

"They are for you, you Prat!" He said as he collapsed on the sofa next to Arthur.

"Oh... um, then maybe I shouldn't tell you..." Arthur whispered, ducking his head to hide the grin that was forcing its way onto his lips.

"What?" Merlin demanded, an eyebrow raised.

"I've gone off them," Arthur said with a shrug. Merlin's slap wasn't as playful this time.