My Love
Romance - Aegon Targaryen X Wife Reader Rating - 17 (Implications of Breeding and Pregnancy Kink) Reading Time - 8 min 45 sec (1136)
HOUSE OF THE DRAGON HYPE WEEK
Y/n was in her chambers as usual, sitting on her rug beside the warm fire. The curtains were all open, the soft afternoon light fluttering in from across Blackwater Bay. Her large green gown sat around her like she was a castle and the gown was the high hill, its battlements built on. In her lap, she held some fabric, a needle and some thread. Beside her, her small pin cushion, scissors and the parchment pattern.
Her children, the twins Jaehaera and Jaehaerys, sat at their mother’s feet playing with their toys, for Jaehaera that meant rag dolls of princesses and knights on wooden horses, and for Jaehaerys that meant wooden castles and soldiers.
The nursemaids loomed ready to take the children upon their first cry, regardless of how many times Y/n had ordered them away.
The doors opened wide, the kingsguard knight's pushing the heavy door open to allow Aegon to stride in with confidence. It was already obvious to Y/n that he was at least tipsy; then again, she had not seen Aegon sober for as long as they’d been married.
“Hello, my love.” He cooed as he swagged in and collapsed in a heap down beside her on the rug, giving her cheek a tender kiss, “What are you up to?” he asked, his gaze falling over her work.
“I am making Jaehaera her new dress for her visits with your mother,” she answered,
“Awww, she’ll make a very pretty princess in whatever you make for her,” he cooed, “have you made one for our little boy, too?”
“Yes, so they match as ever.”
“Perfection,” he smiled, “... hummm?”
“Yes, Aegon?”
“Where is the baby?”
“In his crib,” she said, but without even thinking, she reached out her hand and stopped Aegon from rising the second he tried to stand, and forced him back down onto the rug, “Do not wake him. He has been sleepless these last four days; let him rest.”
“But I want to hold him, Y/n,” Aegon whined,
“You may hold him, next he wakes. And not until.”
“Fine,” he huffed, “Mummy is being strict with us today, isn’t she?” He cooed to their children,
“Did you want something, Dear husband?”
“Can I not simply desire to come and visit my lovely bride and beautiful children?”
“What do you want, Aegon?” she playfully glared,
“Fine… Grandsire is looking for me,”
“Should you not see him? He is your hand.”
“Exactly, he’s going to make me do work… I do not wish to work. I wish to be here with you and the babes.”
“You wish to get out of your work, and I assume a long lecture about something.”
“No…”
“Aegon, Otto Hightower does not come from his tower of the hand unless he needs to; he would not be searching the halls for you if you hadn’t done something.”
“... I may have… done… something,”
“And that was?”
“I may have… requested an audience with… Hugh Hammer… of the builders guild.”
“Why?” She raised a brow, “I thought the builders' guild had finished the scorpions?”
“They have. I had another task for him.”
“And that was?”
“... Something of a surprise,” he smiled, “Perhaps for someone’s nameday,” he smirked, glancing to the twins,
“Aegon.” She sighed, setting her sewing down, “You cannot keep a nameday present from the children's mother. What have you asked to have built?”
“Well…” he smiled with a hushed whisper so the twins wouldn’t hear, “There is so much space in the weirwood garden… and I know how you so love to linger below the bloody leaves. So… I asked Hugh and the builders' guild to… build the children a little place to play. It will look just like the Red Keep, with ropes to climb, slides to glide down, little hidden alcoves and even a little kitchen for them to make muddy pies.”
She softly smiled, trying to hide how sweet she found the thought, “You are having him build them a playcastle?”
“Yes.”
“... Sometimes you are too sweet to them,” she cooed, tapping his hand,
“Well, I am king! If I cannot spoil my children, whatever is the point?” he asked, “Besides… I know how you love to be beside them, and I know the Red keep sometimes… feels suffocating to you. Out in the garden, under the tree, watching them play, sounds like heaven, doesn’t it?”
“It does,” she nodded, “And I assume it will be big enough for you to go running in after them?”
“Of course,” he chuckled, “so I can go chasing them around like a big bad dragon daddy.”
“Umm…”
“And space for… other little ones to play, not just these three.”
“Yes, dear,” she chuckled, “We shall see about that.”
“We shall see about it, as soon as you are happy to be all… cosy and cuddly again,” he cooed, sliding his hand over her thigh and nuzzling her neck.
“I recall being fat and uncomfortable,”
“Well, I remember it differently,” he smirked, “I love when your pregannt… you’re so… hummm,” he bit his bottom lip, “Full and snuggly,” he smirked, wrapping his arms around her, and stroking her stomach, “And with the twins… You were so big… I loved it so much!”
“Didn’t you love me, Dear husband?”
“I adore you! Then and now. Just… I loved seeing you growing our babes,” he cooed, “And little Maegor is getting big now.” He growled in her ear,
“Aegon!” Otto’s booming voice called out as he pushed open the doors to the chamber,
“Ahh!” Aegon yelped, hiding under Y/n’s dress. Unfortunately, it was a terrible attempt at hiding, since his whole figure was obvious below the fabric, and his legs were sticking out.
The twins giggled, dropping their toys and coming to climb under her dress too, thinking it was a fun game, which of course only revealed Aegon more.
“No, no, my darlings, I’m hiding,” he tried to tell them,
“Aegon. The small council has been waiting for three hours.” Otto barked,
“Can’t you handle it, Grandsire? I am playing with the children,” he whined, “Oww!” He complained as Jaehaerys began pulling on his hair,
“Now,” Otto demanded,
“Fine.” Aegon sighed, getting up off the floor, he picked up Jaehaerys and kissed him firmly on the head, setting him down beside his toys. He then picked up Jaehaera and gave her a long and loud kiss on the cheek before sitting her with her dolls. He then leaned down, his hands on his knees, and his lips pouted for a kiss from Y/n,
Which she didn’t give, instead going back to her sewing,
“Ahem.” Aegon coughed,
“Yes?”
“Kiss?”
“No kiss.”
“No kiss?”
“No kiss.”
“... But kiss?”
“No kiss.”
“But… but… kiss?!”
“No kiss!”
“Aegon!” Otto yelled,
Aegon sighed and gave Y/n the biggest kiss on the head he could manage, “Later, my love,” he cooed before he headed off with his Grandsire, “You owe me a kiss! And I will collect!” he yelled as he left the chamber.
“Daddy silly…” Jaehaera giggled,
“Yes, my angel. Daddy is very silly.” Y/n smiled.
