Disclaimer: Game of Thrones is D&D's property, after being GRRM's property. Or else, Lancel would be the happiest kid in Westeros, should it be mine.

Summary: Kill the husband and let the father be born. That was exactly how Lancel felt ever since his wife passed away two years ago, leaving him with their only daughter to care for.

In his daughter's eyes

Chapter 21

Lancel still could not believe that his sister and his parents had offered to keep Lelia overnight so that he could have longer dates with Amerei. And while he knew they were doing this on their own free will, while he knew he was being a decent parent by leaving his daughter with guardians they trusted and knew, a part of him couldn't help feeling guilty about it. Lelia, however, had been extatic and excited, all too happy to spend an evening with her grandparents and her aunt, just like she used to when her father and her had lived with them, until he had been well enough to go home. Deep down, he assumed that his parents enjoyed having their granddaughter over, she was their only grandchild. Everyone was fine with the stituation, everyone but him and he guessed he was too hard in himself.

"Aunt Janei?" Lelia asked

"Yes, honey?" She replied

"Do you think Daddy and Ami will get married?"

Lelia had been speaking of them marrying a lot lately. And to be honest, Lancel could actually see himself proposing to Amerei, he could imagine themselves as a happy reconstructed family. And he was relieved to see that Lelia was opened to the idea, that she seemed to be yearning for it, it meant she liked Amerei enough to let her enter their little bubble. Amerei herself adored Lelia, so there wouldn't be any issue. But would she accept marrying him? Moving in, getting engaged, getting married, those were big steps and if they scared him a bit, he knew they certainly scared her more. He knew he had a heavy situation to offer to any woman: a child to deal with and his own issues, while he was trying hard to mend himself and to work on his flaws.

"If Daddy and Amerei want it, sweetie." Janei carefully replied, knowing her brother all too well

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Amerei had been as stunning as ever in that outfit of hers and for the first time in a very long time, Lancel had to control himself, feeling a familiar stir in him at her sight. She was wearing a short sleeveless black dress. It stopped above her knees, however it covered her chest, stopping at the birth of her neck. The fabric looked like a leather imitation. She wore opaque black tights, black boots that stopped at her ankles, with a small heel to make her higher. She had brought along a red coat that covered all of her dress, in case she was cold. Her hair was down and wavy, she had put on some eye-liner, some mascara and some lipstick whose colour drew towards something salmonish. She was absolutely gorgeous. And when she saw the effect she had on him, the fact that her simple appearance left him speechless, she smiled. While she was glad to know she could still make men fawn over her, she felt a greater pride in witnessing that her talents let the only man she cared about breathless.

"It's pretty flattering that you look at me that way everytime we see each other." She joked

"It's not my fault you rock every outfit you put on."

"You guilded tongue!"

"I mean it."

"So, I assume I would still look great in a trash bag."

"Men would be more inclined to recycle."

"You are in great shape tonight, Lannister."

"Bring it on, Frey."

They shared a smile as they waited for their order to arrive.

This night, just like all the ones they spent together, felt like a dream.

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Amerei was about to get out of Lancel's car, facing the building where she lived. However, she seemed hesitant. Something that surprised her boyfriend. If anyone was confident, it was Amerei Frey.

"Marissa is out for the weekend." She said

Lancel nodded. Willem had taken her away, so she could relax before the final chapter of her highschool life. Which meant that Amerei was all alone. And suddenly, he understood. She was afraid of being alone. She had gotten used to having someone waiting for her at home, but now, it would be just her and her walls.

"Want to come up for coffee?" She offered " Or tea. Or chocolate. I know coffee isn't your thing."

He smiled and followed her. Amerei's flat was more like a little studio, though he had to admit it was well designed. There was the first floor, with a bedroom, the living room, the kitchen and a second bedroom upstairs, creating two private areas for the girls.

"Make yourself at home." She said as she started to prepare their drinks

"You have a nice place." He commented

"You're being kind. I barely decorated it. I don't plan on remaining here."

He nodded, understanding. When she had freed herself from her abusive parents and managed to gain Marissa's custody for her last year as a minor, she certainly had to get a place with a bedroom exclusively for her sister. And once Marissa would be living with Willem, the place would be too big for her.

"Ami... If... If you don't plan on staying here after Marissa moves out... If you want to, of course... You could move in with us?" He shyly asked

She had a look he rarely saw on her. It was surprise, mix with a good dose of being touched and certainly a pincch of incertainty.

"You really want me to move in with you? I mean... I know Lelia loves me and I love her, but... I don't want people gossiping on you because of me. A sex shop cashier around a five years old."

"Everytime I go to shop with Lelia, I hear people gossiping about me being unfit to raise my child."

"Unfit?! Unfit?! For fuck sake, you're the best father I know of!"

Her anger warmed his heart.

"Yes, but you see, I was born with a penis. I can't possibly know how to properly raise a child. A child needs a mom to eat healthy, to do her hair, to help with homework, to repair toys or clothes... Especially now that he has resigned from his work, living on his wealth. Let them speak. They will always find something to say. The only thoughts I care about are from my family. My immediate family. Lelia's. And yours. I spent too much time worrying about what others thought. Still working on that though. I'm one messed up guy, after all."

"As I'm one messed up girl. We make quite the pair."

They sat on the couch, talking of everything and nothing, before deciding to watch a show. Everything felt right for them. Just being together, nestled against each other, sharing laughs and sweet times. After the show ended, Amerei kissed him right on the lips. He closed his eyes and enjoyed. He didn't think. His brain was numbed by his happiness. He was simply focused on one thing: making Amerei happy. This was why he wasn't surprised to find himself on top of her, laying on the sofa, his lips exploring her neck, her dress starting to reveal her body.

"Wait." She said

He looked at her.

"My bed would be comfier, don't you think?" She smirked

He smiled back and they made the journey to her bedroom, rarely parting their lips. Everything felt so right, so natural, and for once, he didn't regret his body reacting to her beauty. He didn't care anymore. He loved her, he just loved her so much! He yearned for her voice, for her skin, for her lips, for every part of her. And it seemed he was pleasant enough for her to enjoy as well.

The morning sun found them as naked as they were when they were born, Amerei nestled against his chest.

To Be Continued