Sorry for two England oneshot in a row, but I thought of this and wanted to write it.

AN (Ima put it at the start cause it's easier): Last oneshot of this book! Book two will start very soon tho!

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Ever since I'd heard Alfred referring to Arthur as 'Iggy', I'd started it too. I thought it fit him and so I started to call him it too.

"Hey, Iggy!" I shouted the minute I saw him at the meeting.

"Hello, (Y/n)!"

"How are you doing?"

"I'm great, you?"

"Good, apart from having to deal with that frog."

I chuckled slightly, "Well, that's Francis for you. Hasn't Scarlett put him in the hospital recently?"

"Not recently, but that's probably due to the fact that Matthew won't let her do anything at the moment considering her current condition. Although, I don't think Matthew will stop her with "

"I wouldn't take Matthew to be the type to be protective."

"Well, wouldn't you be protective if your wife was carrying your child, Love?"

"True, but that's impossible, Iggy. Cause I'd be the wife in the situation, for I am a girl. Nothing against LGBT+ or anything, but I'd be a wife."

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A few weeks after the meeting, I was at Arthur's house because he thought it would be a good idea for Scarlett to have another female in the house in case the baby came. I was sitting up in the bedroom that Scarlett shared with Matthew with her because Matthew had to go out to get something and Arthur was downstairs talking to Alfred about something. I looked to the window in the bedroom because I thought I had heard something, When I returned my gaze to Scarlett, she was trying to stand up.

"Whoa, there! Where do you think you're going? Matthew gave me orders not to let you leave this room unless you need the toilet you literally just went a minute ago."

"I was going to go and get something to drink. Is that allowed?!"

"You're staying here, what did you want?"

"Water," she replied getting back on the bed and lying down in her back, due to that being the only position she could lie in with her now nine-month pregnant stomach. I smiled and stood up, leaving the room. I walked downstairs and into the kitchen, getting Scarlett a glass of water. On my way back upstairs, I heard a snippet of Arthur and Alfred's conversation, "Stop calling me Iggy! You git! How many times do I have to say it?!" Why didn't Arthur tell me before he didn't like being called Iggy? I would have stopped if he'd told me. I walked back upstairs and gave Scarlett the glass of water.

"Thanks, Love," she replied taking it and downing it in one.

"Scarlett, can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"What's the significance of calling someone 'Love'?"

"Why are you wondering?" she asked, giving me a smirk.

"Well, it's just that your father calls me 'Love' and I was wondering why."

She chuckled, "That'll be because he cares for you. It's like how I call Mattie, 'Love' sometimes and Celeste, due to picking it up from Father, and Mattie calls me 'Maple'. It's just a term of affection, (Y/n)."

"O-Oh...." I replied, "Then does tha-" I was cut off by her screaming.

"Scarlett?!"

"Get me to the bloody hospital!"

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A few weeks after Scarlett was clear to return home after Luna, Celeste's little sister, had been born, I was sitting in the living room with Arthur, "How are you coping, Arthur? Scarlett and Matthew are both drained from exhaustion."

"Well, Love, there's a delightful little thing called 'ear plugs'. Block out all sound."

"Smart, Arthur. Very smart."

"Love, can I ask you something?"

"Of course you can."

"Why have you stopped calling me 'Iggy'?" I smiled slightly, "Oh, forgive me for this, but I heard your's and Alfred's conversation a few weeks ago and your saying for him to stop calling you Iggy. So I figured you didn't like it, so I stopped."

"Love, you're different. You can call me Iggy if you want to. It's just that git that isn't allowed to."

"Why though? I don't want to call you something you don't like, Arthur."

"You know something, Love? You ask too many questions." Before I could reply, he kissed me. My eyes widened but I soon melted into it, kissing him back, something I'd wanted to do since the first day I met him.

"I love you, (Y/n)."

"I love you too.... Iggy."