His Sweet Little Mate by Obticeo Decatect

"Former King Arthur, I wonder if you could spare me a few minutes of your time."

Abby's voice betrayed no emotion when she addressed Arthur, leaving the man in a dilemma for quite a second there.

He couldn't understand what she wanted with him, as nothing about her stance or expression gave her away. Arthur didn't answer her for a moment, and just stood there, staring at her with this deep frown between his brows. However, Abby didn't seem to find this strange, as if she expected him to feel wary of her, especially after the showdown she just subjected him through. "I really won't take too much of your time, just a couple of minutes will do." After she put it like that, Arthur couldn't reject her even if he wanted to. "You want to talk here?"

"No, all of us have things to do, I'll meet you in the old tower."

Arthur thought Abby needed to send her baby away first, and then would march to his old tower in grandiose again, but he found his own brain stuttering when the woman arrived at his study, practically alone and unprotected. "What kind of game are you playing?" The man couldn't help but ask when Abby practically shoved her way into his study, with just her baby in her arms while leaving her cold statue of a personal guard outside the door. However, Abby didn't say anything to him immediately, as she looked at Arthur with her lips pursed until the former king felt like yelling at her just to get her talking and get going.

He almost jumped out of his skin when he heard her finally speak, though. "Sir Arthur, you still haven't held your grandson."

"Wh- what?" Arthur started sweating visibly. "Wait, what are you doing?"

While the man was still processing her last sentence, the woman had already started approaching him with steady steps, her intention as clear as a day.

"Hold your grandson, Arthur." Abby said as she shoved the baby at Arthur's chest, who instinctively wanted to push her away, by extent the baby, as hesitation marred his features. "Look at him and hold him."

adorable face, and once Arthur saw the baby, his grandson, up close, his arms stretched out of their own accord as he clutched

a lot like Micah." He blurted out unconsciously, as if he was in a daze until Abby had to stifle a laugh. He was so reluctant earlier, but once he relented, he couldn't deny the connection to his grandson

after all, which makes him yours too." Abby said calmly, yet her words seemed to imply something else, and Arthur suddenly felt like he was holding a sack

of the rumors he spread all those months ago, about the child in Abby's womb being another man's, someone who wasn't Micah. He felt discombobulated, as a

in his discomfort for a bit, after everything he put her through, this was nothing in comparison. If she wasn't pressed

essence now.

something so obvious." Abby finally put him out of his

on him

still looked skeptical of her, feeling like she would bring up the attacks and Abby had finally chosen to live

waste time by fighting over

cut her off. "You don't even deserve to

myself. So do yourself a favor and spare me your bullshit." Abby was oddly calm when she dismissed the old man's outburst. "I don't

you say?" Arthur could have shouted. He only stopped because of the

the first time you came to meet me after the incident with Ruby and her friends. You were disappointed in me because you deemed I'm weak, someone who couldn't protect the people of this kingdom." Abby spoke unhurriedly, her petite frame, which barely reached his shoulders,

you do? You actually let your hatred get the better of you, and harmed your own people. The very people you swore to

hatred when his deep rooted prejudice toward her made him lose himself. He clenched his fists harder, unable to find an outlet for the sudden guilt that hit his stomach like