This was requested by ErinSwann , and it is unacceptably late. I am so sorry! I hope you like it!

You shivered. Despite your warm jacket, the chilling wintry air seeped through the layers as if they were non-existent. Furthermore, you couldn't hear a thing, the wind's whistles and howls muffling any other sound. The planes taking off and landing around you did nothing to help.

You glanced to the side. There, equally muffled up, but still just as frozen stiff, was Eggsy. He saw you looking at him, and squeezed your gloved hand with his own mittened one.

You stood silently, having already said your goodbyes. The plane that would be taking him to Alaska, in even colder weather than the one you were currently experiencing in England, was rolling in in front of the two of you. It was only a five-day mission, but you were anxious to see him leave, with your...situation. In fact, if not for this situation, you would be accompanying him.

The pilot stepped out of the aircraft and waved at Eggsy. It was time for him to go. You turned your head his way, and (after removing his scarf), he planted a longing kiss on your lips. The warmth of it spread through you, heating you up from your head to your stiff toes.

He then proceeded to kneel and plant a kiss on your eight and a half months pregnant belly. Or as you liked to call it, the situation.

Finally, with one last loving look at you, he ran to the plane.

*THE NEXT DAY, IN TIME AND SPACE*

You flipped through the pages of your "The New Mother's A to Z", bored out of your mind. Your mind was saturated with information about warm milk and hiccoughs and diapers. Wearily, you glanced at the clock. And promptly groaned in agony.

You had been at the Kingsman shop for only forty-five minutes. It felt like at least thirty years. You sighed, placing your hands on your blown up belly. Since you were pregnant, you couldn't go on any missions. So, you were stationed to be a clerk at the taylor shop to guide agents through and to assist customers. But the raging storm outside discouraged most men from going suit shopping.

At least, that had been the case until you heard the door open a long hour later.

A figure wearing a dark coat and hood over their head came in and started walking to the counter. You slowly edged your fingers to the gun in the drawer, ready to pull it out and shoot if this suspicious person threatened the lives of you and your child.

Finally, the person removed their hood to reveal the bald and bespectacled face of Merlin.

"Merlin!" You exclaimed. "You gave me a fright! What do you think you're doing, walking in here looking like an evil death eater? I could've shot you!" You frustratedly yelled, waving your hands, which happened to still be holding the gun.

Merlin grabbed your hands and removed the gun from them,weary of a pregnant and moody woman's antics. You'd been unpredictable all your life. Pregnancy made that ten times worse.

"How are you doing?" He asked, when he saw you were calmed down.

"Fine. Bored out of my mind, but fine. Why are you here? You don't usually take the tunnel to get to headquarters," you said, frowning.

"Yes, well, I thought I'd drop by. See how you were. You know, trying to be nice," he said, clearly regretting coming to be nearly shot and then bullied by a frustrated pregnant woman.

"Merlin."

"Yes?"

"Eggsy asked you to keep an eye on me, didn't he?"

"Yes," he sighed, knowing you would have extracted the information from him somehow anyway.

"Why that little-" you stopped, glancing down at your stomach. You had told yourself you would avoid swearing around the child, and you needed to get into the habit. "-that little poopface!"

Merlin chuckled.

"I can take care of myself! I've been on missions just as much as he has! Ugh, I'm probably more competent than he is! How dare he just assume I need protecting? I am so..."

You continued venting, and Merlin slowly edged toward the door. "I guess you don't want me here, so I'll just go," he mumbled, glad to escape. But pregnancy seemed to give you hearing superpowers (probably to hear the baby's cries at night in the future) and you heard him.

"No!" You yelled at him. "You came here, you are going to stay here! There is nothing interesting to do stuck in this place, I need someone to entertain me."

"E-entertain you?" The Scot spluttered. "I am a senior Kingsman officer, not some sort of-of clown."

"Sit. Now." You glared at him. Not just any glare. Your "I will kill you with this Sharpie if you don't do as I say right this instant" glare. You had developed it when you had started craving cream cheese at three in the morning, and it had resulted in a very grumpy Eggsy going out to a 24/7 supermarket at 3:17 am in his spaceship patterned pyjamas and buying a tub of cream cheese under the bewildered stare of a groggy cashier.

Withering under the force of the glare, Merlin had no other option than to sit in front of you, grumbling about never ever doing Eggsy a favour again.

*FOUR DAYS LATER IN TIME AND SPACE*

"Am I...ginger?"

"No, you're just sort of...brown."

You thought for a moment longer, trying to figure out the identity of the person written on the paper stuck to your forehead, while Merlin thought up his own question.

Despite claiming to be "absolutely terrorized of moody hormonal pregnant women who also know how to use heavy weaponry", Merlin had still come back everyday to the taylor shop to keep an eye on you, as he had promised Eggsy. The two of you had surprisingly enjoyed the other's company, forming a friendship of sorts, even though it mostly consisted of you two insulting each other constantly.

The Scot spoke up. He knew that his person was old, very old, an English tradition, regularly shown on TV, and had a great love of hats. "Am I Queen Elizabeth the Second?"

You exploded with laughter, as you realized his person and the Queen of England were actually very similar, even though you would have never though of it. Wiping tears from your eyes, you finally shook your head negatively and proceeded to sum up what you knew.

"Alright. I'm a man, I'm fictional, I'm a sidekick, and I helped save the world. Now I was thinking Ron Weasley, but I'm not ginger, so... Oh! Am I Q from the new James Bond movies?"

Merlin shook his head. "Nope. Alright, I think I know. I'm the Doctor, aren't I?"

You nodded in defeat, before screaming out.

"Hey, it's just a game!" The Scot exclaimed. "No need to be so dramatic about it! God, you and your hormones!"

"You utter idiot!" You screamed out. "I'm not yelling because of the game! I'm yelling because my water just broke!"

"What. What? What?!" Merlin exclaimed, eyes widening. "I thought your baby was due two weeks from now!"

"Well, I guess this child is going to be much more punctual than his father, who is always late!" You said as you were walking out the door. Merlin followed after you, looking panicked and confused.

"Where are you going?"

You looked at him. "To your car, you Scottish nutter! You're driving me to the hospital."

"But-but this is Eggsy's job, I was just here to keep you company, I don't know what to do with-"

"Yes, well, Eggsy isn't here right now, is he? So get behind the wheel and drive before I start getting angry because I will be in pain. And call my husband," you ordered.

Merlin gulped. If this wasn't what you called angry, he decided he didn't want to find out what it was exactly you called "angry". Jumping behind the wheel of his car, he drove well over the speed limit and phoned Eggsy, as you started to scream out in pain when the contractions kicked in.

*AT THE HOSPITAL A FEW HOURS LATER*

The nurses and doctors were running wildly around everywhere. This time of year was absolute chaos for them with so many people getting sick because of the damp and cold. So, it did nothing to help when a seemingly crazed young man rushed in through the doors of St. Bart's, wearing torn up and bloodied clothes, screaming about his wife.

One clipboard clutching trainee doctor stopped in front of him. As a student, she wasn't as overwhelmed with work. "Sir, are you alright? You're covered in blood and-"

"I AM FINE!" He screamed, in a total panic. "Listen, my wife is giving birth to our first child somewhere in this hospital, and she will skin me if I'm not there."

"Alright, alright, sir, calm down. What's your wife's name?"

"Y/N Unwin. Please hurry!"

"Oh! She's the one who came in with the hysterical Scottish man! Alright, listen, I'm needed with Dr. Watson right now, but go up two flights of stairs, turn left, and she should be in one of the rooms in that hallway. I have to run, but good luck!"

Eggsy ran, screaming over his shoulder, having checked her name tag, "Thank you Martha!"

Quickly, the Kingsman agent dashed through the hospital like a tornado. Finally reaching the right part of the building, he asked a doctor which room his wife was in. Receiving the right information, he burst through the door.

You were screaming your head off in pain, completely ignoring your promise to not swear, and shouting obscenities which were making Merlin, at your bedside, blush. No, wait, that wasn't it. You were squeezing his hand so hard his face was turning red as he tried not to scream back at you.

Eggsy quickly replaced Merlin who was all too glad to free his hand, and encouraged you as you urged the baby out. As you noticed he was there beside you, you screamed out, "AND WHERE WERE Y-AAAAAARGH," unable to finish your sentence because of your excruciatingly painful lower parts. To take your mind off the pain, you tried to imagine what you should do to Eggsy to make him understand how truly painful this was. Your conclusion was running him over with a bulldozer, followed by an intense Hulk smashing session and finally being thrown into Tartarus.

"Y/N, it's ok, it's ok," Eggsy said in an attempt at calming you down.

"NO, NO ITS NOT! IT'S NOT OKAY!"

Eggsy sighed in discouragement, giving up on speaking.

*ONE (VERY LOUD) BABY BIRTH LATER*

You smiled down at the peaceful face of your sleeping baby. You had calmed down, as you had your beautiful daughter nestled in your arms and your wonderful husband gazing tenderly at her and at you.

"She's beautiful," he whispered. Way to state the obvious, you thought, but realized saying that would very much ruin the moment. "Just like you," he added, causing you to stretch your neck and kiss his cheek.

"Just like you," you mumbled against his stubble covered cheek.

The two of you stayed quiet a moment, simply watching your baby girl. The two of you had made this. This gorgeous little ray of sunshine was the product of the both of you, and you felt a tear of joy escape your eye. You had never felt so proud of anything in your life. She was your greatest accomplishment.

Eggsy, equally choked with emotion, murmured in a voice thick with happy tears, "I love you, Y/N. And I love you, my darling baby girl." He stopped a moment, thinking. "What should we name her?"

"I wanted something unique," you answered. "I was thinking Melinda. Or Emery."

"I like Emery. Emery Unwin. It has a nice ring to it. Is that agreed, then?"

You nodded in response.

"Good. Welcome to the world, Emery Unwin. I'm your dad, and the nice lady holding you is your mum. And we are going to love you and protect you your whole life because you are our baby girl. And we love you."

Alright, then! I was hoping to get this out a few days earlier, but you know how life is. It gets in the way.

Anywho, expect a Sherlock Christmas Imagine on the 25th, most likely. I really hope you all will like it!

-Helen