Fat fuck
Summary: After finding out you are pregnant you struggle on how to tell your husband.
Warnings: Pregnancy, Bad language, crude humor, bad humor, bad writing
Let me know if I missed any!
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Finding out you were pregnant should have not been as surprising as it was. You are married woman and got up to certain "activities" with your husband. However you still cant help it as you leave the grandmaster chambers in a daze of shock after he confirmed that you are in fact with child.
You internally groan as you realise how foolish you were. You had not bleed in a few months, yet instead of being worried about it like anyone with a brain cell would be, you were just happy you didn't have to deal with it. How could you be so stupid?
You had gone to the maester when you realised that you had been having aversions too foods you usually loved. Fearing that you might have food poisoning, or worse your taste spuds were changing.
So, you had not gone too the maester when you noticed your lack of monthly blood, you had gone running to the maester when you noticed an aversion too food. God, you were a fat fuck.
An idiot and a fat fuck.
As you walk though the red keep, pondering how you made it this far, your thoughts drift too Baelor. Your sweet perfect Baelor. Who's child you now carry. How were you supposed to tell him? Its not like you could go up and say: "Hey Baelor, I am four months pregnant and I never noticed until I stopped liking food I usually like."
God.
You found yourself praying for your unborn child's sake that they got their father's intelligence.
You go to your shared chambers with Baelor. He of course isn't here yet as he is busy with his many duties to the realm as heir to the iron throne and hand of the king.
As you strip off your fancy gowns, in favour of something more comfortable you catch a glimpse of your figure in the mirror. Your belly is starting to swell with child. You run a hand over your belly. How had you not noticed? The same answer comes to you that you had given yourself earlier. You are a fat fuck.
You slip on a comfortable nightgown. Before flopping down onto the luxurious canopy bed in the room.
You might be pregnant with a future king, you realise as you roll over. You never considered yourself a religious woman, yet you found yourself praying to the old gods and the new that the child inherited Baelors intelligence, for the sake of the realm. As the realm most certainly will not survive a ruler with your wits.
You are snapped out of your prayers as Baelor enters the chambers.
"My love." He greets before walking over to press a kiss to your forehead. "How was your day?" The prince inquires. This is your chance, you realise, tell him you are with child, your brain screams at you. "Good." You reply while internally screaming at yourself for being such an idiot.
Baelor sheds himself of his formal wear while telling you about his day. His calming deep voice becomes a mummer in the background, as it usually did when he began too talk about politics and matters of the realm. Usually you would admire your husbands body as he got ready for bed, for once however you didn't.
You should have told him the moment you found out, you curse yourself in your own head. Now if you tell him he will think you were keeping it a secret. You are so lost berating yourself in your head, you don't notice Baelor lie next you on the bed.
"Is everything well, my love?" He asks with a hint of concern in his calming voice. "You seem as if you are somewhere else entirely."
You feel your heart beating faster in your chest, you hear it in your ears.
Tell him you fool. You are being given a second chance.
"Everything is fine." You say in a tone you hope is reassuring.
Baelor stares deeply into your soul with his memorising mismatched violet and brown eyes. A perfect representation of his Valyrain and Dornish heritage. Fuck. It wasn't fair for someone to be so beautiful.
"Are you certain? You can tell me anything, my sweet heart."
"I know." You say, I just don't know how to tell you, you say in your head.
Baelor lets out a hum and presses a kiss to your temple, before blowing out the candle on your bedside table.
As the lavish room is engulfed in darkness, the only semblance of light comes from the moonlight through the balcony.
You lie on your side as you feel Baelors bare chest against your back. Despite the warmth from Baelors body, you go cold when you feel his arm wrap around your stomach. Where his unborn child currently lies. The one he didn't know existed.
"Is something wrong?" Baelor speaks up softly. "You feel tense."
Fuck.
"Hmm? Oh, it's nothing." You say with an attempt of keeping your voice calm. You wince however as your voice reaches your own ears. That is not what someone who is calm sounds like.
Baelor gently manoeuvres you too face him.
You can barley make out his beautiful majestic face in the dark. A pity. You love his face. It is your favourite thing to admire.
"What has happened?" The prince inquires gently.
"Nothing." You reply too quickly for it to be true.
"You need not lie, my love." Baelor gently cups your face with his spare hand. "Talk too me." He half begs.
Could this man be anymore perfect? You were lying to him, and he comforted you and begged you to confide in him.
You must have saved a burning orphanage in a past life to deserve him.
"I cannot help you if I do not know what is wrong."
Tell him! Every ounce of your being screams at you. Tell him now. It is the perfect opportunity.
You take a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself. It doesn't work. Your heart is racing against your chest. Your throat is dry, and you fear that you may have made a new layer of skin with sweat. So in a moment of courage you screw your eyes shut and will yourself to blurt it out.
I am with child, you want too say, however what comes out is not that.
"I am a fat fuck!" You blurt out.
Your eyes quickly snap open. You can vaguely make out Baelors slightly confused expression in the dark.
How did you manage to fuck up saying a simple sentence?
You let out a load groan and bury your face into a silk pillow. If the gods you didn't believe in had any mercy, they would surely strike you down. End your misery.
"My love." Baelor says hesitantly, which is unusual for a man who was usually so confident and calm.
You answer him with a groan that is muffled by the pillow. Baelor gently grabs your shoulder to roll you onto your back.
"You are not fat, my heart." Baelor says in such a sincere way you could never doubt him.
You let out another groan.
"That isn't what I meant too say."
"What did you mean too say?"
You answer him with a groan.
"My love." He presses.
"I went to the grand maester today." Baelor says nothing as he waits for you to continue. "You see I was having aversions too food I usually like." You begin to ramble. "Which was quiet odd, as you know I treat myself once a week to some-"
"My sweet heart." Baelor says as he cuts you off. "I promise, you can tell me anything. There is no need to be nervous. Not with me." He presses a kiss to your forehead.
At the angle he is at, you can see Baelor in the moonlight and by the old gods and the new does he look gorgeous. Such a handsome man looking at you with beautiful eyes filled with concern. Concern for you.
You stare into Baelors eyes as you speak again.
"I am with child."
The relief of pleasure you feel finally getting what you needed to say is indescribable. Even though you haven't even known for more then two hours.
Surprise flickers across his beautiful face before surprise quickly turns into pure and utter joy.
"Oh, my sweet perfect girl." Baelor says as he smothers your face with kisses. His beard rubbing against your skin. He quickly moves down your body to press a kiss against your slightly swollen stomach. "Our child." He murmurs in pure and utter euphoria.
He quickly moves back up your body and presses a kiss to your lips.
"The maester confirmed it?"
"Yes."
"Do you know how far along you are?" Baelor places a hand on your stomach, unwilling to part with his unborn child.
"Four moons."
Baelor looks at you as if you had grown two heads. "Four moons?" He asks wondering if he had heard you properly.
"Yes, Four moons."
A realisation quickly dawns on the prince. "Have you been keeping this from me?" He asks. A look of disappointment on his handsome face, that makes your heart drop.
"No!" You quickly say. "I only found out today!"
The look of disappointment quickly leaves his face. You let out a sigh of relief.
"Then how are you Four moons with child?" He cups your cheek. "Did you not realise you missed your moon blood?" He asks clearly not expecting that to be what happened. Your sheepish look gives you away.
"Please my heart, don't tell me you didn't realise you missed Four moon bloods?"
"I did obviously notice I wasn't getting my moon blood."
"And you didn't feel the need to go straight to the maester?"
You shrug your shoulders. "I was just happy I wasn't getting it."
The prince let's out a groan.
