As Leliana lay in the soft, plush bed that she and her lover, Theron Mahariel, were given for the night, she counted the endless stars which were scattered around the dark sky, biting her lip as she stroked his short, brown hair.

How she was able to hold him in her arms as he slept, she didn't know.

Part of her felt betrayed, angry at him for what had done. But another felt happy, joyous, telling her that his actions were to save his life; to allow them to stay together. To make it so that no one would be leaving her again, like so many people before him had.

Theron moved in her arms, pushing his small nose deeper into her hair. He always said that he enjoyed the smell of her red, fiery locks. Honeycomb, he said.

When they were travelling through Fereldan, Leliana would frequently have nightmares about the most terrifying things; her memories. Being captured by the Orlesian Guards, the first time she ever took a man's life... Marjolaine... After awakening from these terrible dreams, she would often crawl from her tent and find her way to Theron's, snuggling into the man's side until she felt better, refreshed and safe. His own smell was a mixture of the forest trees and fresh spring water, a scent that Leliana came to love during their time together. Now, however, she could hardly stand the stench of the Elven man.

Sweat, sex... Morrigan... That's all she could smell at that point; that she-devil. That... that bitch...

As much as she wanted to hate the apostate mage, Leliana couldn't indulge herself fully, knowing that Morrigan's offer was ultimately leading to Theron's safety against death.

Leliana replayed the conversation she and her lover had had just before she gave her consent to save his life. She recalled how hurt both of them had been; the tears that stung her eyes as he explained to her that he had to do this, too scared was he of dying. But of course, he would leave it all down to her. 'I won't do it without your say so, Ma Vhenan' he'd said, looking down to her with pleading eyes.

How fair.

Theron had left Leliana in her room then, muttering a weak goodbye before he closed the door and ventured down the hall to his own private quarters. Leliana allowed the tears to flow then, knowing that as she led down, cold in her empty bed, he would be indulging in another woman, dancing the playful game of love and pleasure as that bitch whispered words of filth into his ear.

He had returned to her in half an hour, quietly opening her door to peer inside, noting that she was under the covers, and without a word, dressed himself in his nightly attire and slipped under the furs next to her, not quite touching, but close enough for the Orlesian woman to feel his heat. He knew that she wasn't asleep, of course. No woman would be able to find slumber knowing that their lover was with another woman. She turned around to face him, her eyes red from weeping. They had embraced then, holding each other tightly, Theron whispering into her neck 'I'm so sorry', 'Forgive me' and 'I love you so much'.

Soon after, he'd fallen asleep in her smooth, pale arms, leaving Leliana to her thoughts. At the end of it all, she knew that he was doing this for her as much as for him. He knew how much she'd lost already, and he was in no hurry to be killed. And Morrigan now had her demon baby. 'Works out for everyone' Leliana thought sarcastically.

As she held onto Theron tighter, sleep slowly began to claim her, her thoughts dispersing as dreams of the future came meet her.

Finally, a party! Leliana thought as she entered the Great Hall of Denerim Castle. Everywhere she looked, there was some noble making conversation, or a bunch of ladies- in-waiting attempting to gain the attention of the newly appointed King of Fereldan. This was the part the Grand Game that she missed; the people. Finding out who they were, what they'd done to obtain such elaborate clothing; It was all such a joy to her, and one of the few aspects she was glad to have brought with her from her previous life as a Bard. She sat in the corner of the large room, observing everyone who passed her.

She watched as the people around her danced, the Elven servants offered food to any passer-by's, smiling with kindness as they curtsied or bowed. From the scene in front of her, however, there was only one thing missing; The Hero of Fereldan.

As soon as he had been given his new Title, Theron huffed, claiming that it was way too... formal for his liking. Leliana had thought that the name suited him very well, and had even teased him about it.

Shortly after the Battle, Theron, Zevran and Wynne had gone in search for the missing apostate, no one seeing any sign of the witch since before the Archdemon had been slaughtered. It had been five days since then, and she hadn't reappeared. She did, after all, promise Theron that she would never be seen again, and it appeared she was true to her word.

Leliana sighed, her thoughts going back to the fact that the Blight was now over. They were all free to do as they wished now, celebrating being the main priority on ever one's list.

Well, mainly.

With Morrigan being missing, the Hero of Fereldan and his companions had put celebrating their victory aside for a short while, Theron insisting that finding the witch was more important. It was only the day before the party that he'd finally set aside his worry, and acknowledged that finding her would be near impossible. Today was the first real day that he truly relaxed. The first time in a year that he would wake up and not have to leave his bed for his duty. And he found that waking up beside his red head and not having to rise to the day was defiantly not a bad thing.

Leliana smirked, making a mental promise that tonight, after the party, she and the Elven man would be doing some 'celebrating' of their own.

It had been three months since the Blights end, and the people of Fereldan had moved on quickly from the terror and destruction of the Darkspawn. The people bound together to help the country move forward, to progress from this experience and rebuild what had been lost.

Most of the companions of the Hero of Fereldan had gone their separate ways.

The mage Wynne returned to the Circle for a time, helping her people rebuild the Circle of Magi and riding the tower of the few stray demons. Zevran had explained to his companions that he would travel for a while, claiming that the one thing he missed about the Crows was the moving around, jumping from one place to the next. He said that he would briefly return to Antiva, and make his way from there. Oghren stayed in Denerim for a while, before moving through to Lake Calenhad, where he reunited with his old flame, Felsi. The Hero of Fereldan received a letter months after his departure, expressing that Felsi was pregnant.

After a year of being separate from his Asala, the Hero helped Sten find his missing sword, giving the Qunari the chance to return home, to Seheron. Sten departed from Fereldan a week after the Blight had ended, giving the Hero a last friendly word of hope; that when his people eventually invaded Fereldan, which they one day would, that the two would never cross paths. Alistair took up the Title and responsibility of King, causing uncertainty amongst his people. He soon showed to be a promising leader, however, with the help and support of the Hero of Fereldan. Denerim was rebuilt quickly under his Rule, as well as the entire country, and things were slowly getting back to normal.

As for the Theron and Leliana, they travelled Fereldan for a short time, coming back to Denerim every so often so Theron could assist the new monarch. It was during such a time that Leliana realised something that would change both her and Theron's lives forever.

The realisation came to Leliana one late night while visiting the privy, unused linens and cottons clutched in her left hand as she bit the thumb nail of her right. She had had her suspicions for a while now, nearly a month or so. She hadn't expressed this concern with Theron, remembering what he'd told her during the time of the Blight. Due to him being a Grey Warden, Theron creating offspring was impossible, or so Alistair said. When the roots of the situation began to grow, Leliana merely cast them aside, presuming that missing her Cycle was due to some injury she's suffered during the final Battle.

Now, however, she was sure.

As she stood, she looked down at her stomach, wondering how in all of Thedas Theron hadn't noticed the small bump that was forming on her belly. It was understandable, she supposed, as during the past month, he had been spending most of his time with Alistair.

She found her way blindly back to their room, only a few candles giving her a path. Worry filled her as she came closer to their bedroom, the biting of her nails growing frequent as she neared the door. She needed to tell him what she'd found. How though, was another matter. She entered cautiously, and found him collapsed on their bed, an arm hanging over the side of the mattress. He had stripped himself of his large jacket and shirt, the rest of his armour sitting on a nearby chair, as were his sword and daggers.

Smiling, she approached the bed, placing a hand on his shoulder. He opened a single eye and peered up at her, returning her smile when she began to draw soothing patterns on his back. She began using two hands, one on his firm shoulders, the other tending to the knots in his lower back. This had become a nightly ritual for them. First, she would relax him, then he would return the favour, his hands coming over her shoulders, back, arse and legs.

Tonight she knew would turn out differently. She had to tell him, and tonight. If, that is, she could work up the nerve to say anything. Sighing, she kissed his shoulder. "Stressful day?" she asked, coming to sit on his backside.

"Very," Theron chuckled in response. "Alistair's trying to meet with Divine Beatrix, to try and loosen the Templar's hold on the Circles. I've tried telling him that there's no point. Still, he refuses to listen. Honestly, I think becoming King has made his head even bigger than before," he joked.

Leliana hummed in reply, continuing her work on his back as she smirked. Theron smiled again, before turning onto his back, his short hair falling into his eyes. He brought his lover to sit on his stomach, his hands stroking her hips gently as he stared up at her. "The good news is that soon, I won't be needed, and we can get back on the road again." Grinning, he leaned up on his elbows, causing the red head above him to slid down and settle into his lap. She brought her arms around his shoulders, biting her lip as he came up to kiss her neck.

She moaned quietly as she gripped his hair, sighing into his ear. 'Of course he'd want to do this now of all times...' "Ma chérie... I need to tell you something..." she whispered breathlessly.

"It can wait," he told her, grabbing her carefully around the waist and settling her below him as he turned toward the covers. He returned to assault her neck, and felt her jaw tense. Slowly, two warm, petite hands came to rest on his shoulders and pushed him away from her. He frowned, looking down at her curiously, and he hated to admit it, but a little hurt. Seeing the anxious look in her eyes, however, made these emotion turn into worry. "Leliana? What's wrong?"

There was a deep silence between the two lovers, tears of happiness and fretting erupting in Leliana's eyes as she looked up at him. He leaned up on her elbows and placed her hand over his. "I've missed two of my menstrual cycles, Theron," she explained quietly. Taking his hand, she placed it over the small bump that began to emerge on her stomach. "Mon amour... I am with child."

A.N: Soooooo... Good? Bad? Let me know in a review :D

This isn't going to be a one shot, but a full story of roughly 8-10 chapters.