Irri sits beside me as we sew bits of leather together. I'm working on a new decorative belt for Drogo. Rhaego plays with the dragon eggs and various sticks. He swirls a stick in the dirt and giggles happily. It's hard to believe six months have passed since I gave birth to him. He is a large babe, growing stronger and bigger every day. The wind ruffles his hair and he squeals joyfully. I smile and lift up the material looking at my stitches. Irri suddenly jumps from her stool, dropping her needle and leathers. She rushes to a nearby bush and promptly throws up. I sit my leathers aside and quickly move to pull back her hair. Irri continues to vomit and I gently rub her back. I look over at Rhaego and he watches us with curious eyes.
"Are you alright Irri?" Irri heaves once more and wipes her mouth. She straightens and wipes the sweat from her brow. I grasp her elbow and steer her back to her stool. I help her to sit and hand her my water flask. She smiles gratefully and takes a small sip.
"I'm alright Khaleesi." She takes a bigger drink of water and I rub her back.
"Then why are you sick?" A butterfly lands on Rhaegos leg and he giggles. Irri watches him with a doting expression.
"I am with child Khaleesi." Her eyes fill with tears. She smiles and tears stream down her face.
"That's wonderful news my friend!" I exclaim. Irri grips my hand and smiles at me. I wrap my arms around her and kiss her head. I feel a tugging on my leggings and look down. Rhaego crawled over to us. He holds out his arms and I lift him onto my lap. He pats Irri's jaw and babbles sweetly at her. Irri smiles softly at him and pinches his chubby cheek gently. He giggles and kicks his legs. For a babe of only six months he is a highly intelligent little boy. Irri holds her arms out for him and he snuggles into her embrace. My eyes fill with tears and I grin. Irri and Rakharo are finally getting the babe they have long wished for. Irri smooths Rhaego's hair and kisses his forehead.
"I can't believe it's finally happening. We will finally have a babe of our own." Irri rubs Rhaego's back and his eyes droop.
"Though this little potato will always have a special place in my heart." Rhaego closes his eyes and puffs softly. His little snores fill the clearing.
"You are his favorite aunt." Irri grins and I squeeze her hand. I pick up my leathers and resume my stitching.
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I rock Rhaego and hum softly to him. He grips a handful of my hair and I snuggle him close. He sleeps like a little cherub. I stroke his chubby cheek and marvel at my little son. He looks more like Drogo everyday. Drogo pushes into the tent and watches us. I look up and smile at him. He removes his weapons and leathers. He leans down and brushes a kiss to my mouth. He strokes his hand softly over Rhaego's hair and moves to the pot above the dying embers. He fills a bowl of warm stew and sits down on the floor by my feet. He eats slowly, watching as I hum Rhaego to sleep.
"I will never tire of seeing you with our son my moon. He is truly a beautiful babe." I smile and place a sweet kiss to Rhaego's brow.
"He takes after his father." Drogo grins and tilts the bowl back, emptying the contents into his mouth.
"His father must be quite handsome. " I snort and shift Rhaego's weight. He remains fast asleep.
"Oh he is. You should meet him one day." I wink and Drogo growls. I can't help the laugh that escapes me.
"Did Rakharo tell you? Irri is pregnant." Drogo finishes his dinner and nods.
"I am pleased for them. The great stallion has finally blessed them with a babe. They deserve it." Drogo rubs Rhaego's leg and I smile at him. Drogo is a man of few words but I can hear the joy behind them.
"Will you give me another babe soon my moon? Maybe a little girl this time who looks just like her mother." Drogo rubs his knuckles across my cheekbone and I lean into his touch. I kiss his palm and nip his fingers.
"Perhaps if you love your moon she will give you another babe my sun and stars." I tease him and he growls playfully. He takes Rhaego gently from my arms and lays him in his bassinet. He turns around to face me, his massive frame casting a shadow over Rhaego.
"Oh you will be loved thoroughly moon. Make no mistake about that." He prowls towards me, like a lion does to his prey. I roll across the furs and giggle. Drogo pounces and I roll further away.
"Come and get me my sun and stars." Drogo continues to try to catch me and I giggle softly. Once he finally catches me, Drogo loves me all through the night and into the early morning.