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Merlin is asleep in Arthur’s chair. Arthur looks fondly at his husband. He slowly shakes him awake, “Merlin, wake up, love.” Merlin swats away his hand, “Wanna sleep.” Arthur chuckles, “You can’t be comfortable, and you wanted me to wake you ten minutes to midnight because you want to see the fireworks.”
Merlin slowly opens his eyes and holds out his hands, “Help me up?” Arthur pulls him to his feet and kisses him. Merlin yawns, “Sorry.” Arthus rights his clothes, “Don’t worry.” He rubs Merlin’s pregnant belly, “I know our baby is making you sleepy the closer you get to birthing her.” Merlin nods, “I can’t wait to meet her.” Arthur kisses his belly, “Me too.” Merlin stretches, “Where is Callum?” Arthur leads him to the chamber next to theirs, where their three-year-old son is sleeping peacefully in his bed.
They are standing outside. Arthur has his arms around Merlin. Gwaine counts down, and with the stroke of midnight, fireworks go off. Arthur kisses Merlin softly, “Happy New Year.” Merlin leans against him, as best as he can with his belly in the way, “Happy New Year, you clotpole.” Arthur chuckles, “That better be not her first word.” Merlin smiles at him before he yawns again. Arthur leads them back inside.