I sit reclining in the shade and watch as Rhaego runs through the grass while Rhaegal and Viserion give chase. They soar around him playfully and he giggles sweetly. They have grown very large over the past year but they are still so gentle with my sweet son. Jirri fuses beside me and Irri lets out an exhausted groan. She's trying to get her to eat more solid food instead of relying solely on her breast milk and the babe isn't liking it. Alva sits on my other side, her nimble fingers working the leather in her lap. She said she's making a surprise for my unborn babe. She chatters about Jorah and the wedding plans she is making and I nod along and send a smile her way when she checks to make sure I'm listening. I rub my swollen stomach with one hand and pet Drogon with the other. He has become more protective of me of late and he loves to lay his massive head on my stomach and nap. Sometimes I still can't believe in three more months my new babe will be here. It seems like just yesterday I found out I was pregnant. The babe sends a harsh kick to my stomach and Drogon jerks awake. He shakes his head and looks around, trying to decide the cause. I laugh quietly and he snorts.
"The babe kicked again and Drogon still can't find what hit him." Alva giggles and Irri snorts in amusement.
"He has become even more attached to you Khaleesi." It's as if Alva has plucked the thoughts straight from my head. I gently run my fingers over his scaly jaw and he lays back down on my stomach with a huff.
"I think he is protective of the babe. Just like Viserion is of Rhaego." All of my dragons love my little son but he seems to have a deeper bond with the White Dragon. The babe decides to move under my skin and Drogon pulls away with a chirp and watch my stomach with curiosity. I lift up my vest to show him my skin and he cocks his head. The skin moves with the babe and he screeches softly. He flaps his large wings and glides over to where Rhaego plays with the other two. A sharp pain lances down my back and ripples across my stomach and I jerk up and gasp. Alva drops her leathers and grips my shoulders. Irri hovers anxiously over me, Jirri sucking her thumb.
"Are you alright Khaleesi?!" I clench my teeth and try to breathe slowly through my nose. Finally the pain passes and Alva helps me to once again recline in my seat. I nod my thanks and release the white knuckled grip I have on my skirt. Alva and Irri stare at me with matching looks of concern.
"I think the babe must have shifted is all. I'm fine, truly." Irri sits back down with Jirri and the babe finally settles in for a nap. Alva resumes her leather working and her chatter but keeps an eye turned towards me. A wave of exhaustion grips me suddenly and I yawn. My body feels lethargic and I rub my eyes.
"I think I'm going to retire to my tent for a nap. Can you watch Rhaego for me Alva?" Alva sits aside her work and helps me to my feet.
"Of course Khaleesi, Let me help you to your tent." I shake my head and squeeze her hands gently.
"I'll be alright, please stay here and enjoy the beautiful day." Alva hesitates, her lips twisting in concern. Finally she sits back down and smiles at me. I pass by Irri and pat her shoulder and run my fingers over Jirri's silky cheek. She gurgles softly in her sleep. I blow a kiss to Rhaego and my dragons and wave goodbye to my friends and make my way back to my tent. I'm almost there when another surge of pain grips me. I gasp and fall against a tent. Black spots dance in my vision and a wave of dizziness grips me. I close my eyes and breathe deep. After a few moments the pain subsides and I push away from the tent. I make it back to my tent and manage to curl up in my furs. Sleep claims me as soon as my head touches my pillow.
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I wake up to the touch of someone massaging my swollen feet. I crack open my eyes and see Drogo's large hands cupping my much smaller feet. He runs his calloused fingers over my sensitive skin and it tingles with pleasure. I sigh and he looks down at me and smiles. He leans over and brushes a small kiss to my lips and places a gentle kiss to the swell of my stomach.
"The others said you weren't feeling well earlier my moon?" I want to roll my eyes but I can't fault the concern my friends give me.
"I was feeling a bit fatigued but I feel better after my nap. I'm alright." I smile reassuringly at him but Drogo only frowns.
"You must not push yourself my moon." I snuggle deeper into the furs and smiles sweetly at him.
"I won't, I promise." Drogo watches me with narrowed eyes before sighing.
"I love you my moon." I blow him a kiss and he snorts. He begins to hum quietly and my eyelids become heavy. I fall asleep to the sweet melody of Drogo'svoice.