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"Daenerys!?"
"Dany! Dany, wake up!"
"Daenerys come on, darling you need to wake up,"
"Daenerys," To the sound of her name Daenerys jumped out of her slumber. She was exhausted and in pain, but she was alive and that was all that mattered. "Finally. Good morning, my dear, I'm glad to finally see those pretty violets staring my way again."
"Rosemary…" Daenerys looked around the room at immediately recognized it as Kinvara's house at the Keep. "How am I… what-"
"It's all okay," Rosemary brought her a cup and held it out for her to take, "You passed out of exhaustion when Jon and Tormund found you. Luckily the scum you were with chases you in circles during the storm. They found you both not far from here… in the ruins of our old home."
Daenerys took the cup slowly, processing all the things Rosemary was telling her. She took a long drink of the water before setting it down, "And Silas?"
"He won't be our problem anymore," Rosemary flashed a quick smile, the got off the bed to grab something from the other side of the room, "I'm just glad you're both okay, in your condition you could have really been in trouble had they found you any later."
It took a moment or two for Daenerys to really hear what Rosemary was telling her, "I'm sorry, my what?"
Rosemary walked back over with a plate of food, handing it to Daenerys as she spoke, "Your condition, you know the-" Rosemary sat on the bed as she watched Daenerys' face scrunch up in confusion, "You don't know."
"Know what?" Daenerys set the plate to the side. She watched as Rosemary opened her mouth to say something, but closed it immediately, "Rosemary, what's wrong with me?"
"There's nothing actually wrong, you're just," Rose sighed and reached out for Daenerys, gently putting her hand on her belly, "Daenerys, you're with child."
"No." Daenerys chuckled, shaking her head in denial, "I'm not- I can't…"
"Daenerys, I've been taking care of pregnant woman almost my whole life," Rosemary smiled, removing her hand from her belly and grabbing Daenerys hand, "There's no doubt about it. Not very far along, but all the signs are there."
"It's impossible… the witch, she said-"
"Who, Kinvara? She brought you back from the dead, why would she do so and leave you incomplete?" Rosemary questioned.
"No not Kinvara," Daenerys kept a puzzled face, "Mirri Maz Duur," she spoke out loud as she tried to figure out how exactly this all could have happened, "She told me I would bear no more children… not until the sun rises in the west and sets in the east." She spoke the words louder as if she was trying to yell them into the truth, "When the seas go dry and mountains blow in the wind like leaves. She told me this when she took my firstborn… when she took my husband."
"What it sounds like she told you is when the impossible happens, your body will carry a child once more," Rosemary smiled and squeezed her hand a little harder, "Daenerys, the impossible did happen. You were brought back to life. Jon was brought back to life. The Endless Winter is no more, and the Lord of Light has blessed you with the most wonderful of miracles."
"I-I…" Daenerys stuttered her words as her mind tried to take in all the information she was telling her. She found herself coming to tears as her mind went to dark places, "I don't deserve this."
"You do, Daenerys, more than any other woman in the world." Rosemary got slowly to her feet, her back hurting from her own pregnancy. "Motherhood is the most wonderful thing in the world, and you'll come to see that on your own. I know it."
Daenerys said nothing else about the pregnancy after they returned to Snowhome. A week after they got home she had started to notice the changes in her body. They were small but they were they, and it only set the truth more in stone. It came to the point where Daenerys started to avoid people touching people in order to prevent her secret from coming out. She wasn't sure why, but she felt the need to keep this news from everyone.
Especially from Jon.
She spent less time with him once they got home, and started to go back to sleeping in her own bed. It came to the point where he could tell she was blatantly ignoring him. After a few days, he couldn't stand it anymore.
He found her sitting by the peak of the Fist. There was now a garden there, just behind the Wolvesden where fruits, vegetables, and herbs were being grown for the main house. She sat in silence watching the town below and didn't even notice Jon when he approached her.
"Dany," She smiled at the sound of her name. Something about the way he said it just sounded so much sweeter. Her eyes kept to the town as Jon got closer, sitting himself down on the bench she was on. "Are you alright?"
"Do you ever wonder why us?" Daenerys played with the material of her dress as she spoke to him, still not looking at his direction, "Why bring us back? Out of all the people in the world who could've made a difference, why is it the Lord of Light choice Jon Snow and Daenerys Targaryen as his champions? How are we better than other men?"
"Who cares," Jon's words made them both chuckle, "All I know is that I get a second chance with you; to do things right. I don't care how or why," Jon leaned forward as he spoke, resting his arms on his legs and watched the horizon with her, "I used to, before, but now I've stopped asking because I have you and that's enough. Even without the crown, even without the name. Even if it means I'm just a bastard with nothing to offer, I have you and that's all I'll ever need." Jon exhaled heavy, and looked Daenerys way with longing child-like eyes, "Is that alright?"
Daenerys finally looked his way and smiled faintly. "You could have been the King."
"And you should've been the Queen." Jon's lips formed a slight frown, "I took that from you when I shouldn't have."
Daenerys reached out for Jon's hand and he reached out to grab her, "But if you haven't we wouldn't get a chance at something better."
"Better than being the King or Queen?" Jon chuckled, squeezing her hand a little tighter, "What's better than that?"
Daenerys sighed, finding trouble with letting out her words. It took her a minute but she finally found her courage, "Being a mother or father..."
Daenerys looked away for a moment then back at. He noticed the change in her expression and realized where exactly she was getting at. "Are you trying to say-"
"Yes," She wasn't sure why but Daenerys started to cry, "I'm pregnant, Jon, we are going to have a baby."
Jon let go of Daenerys and looked back down at the village below them, a mixed expression of shock and confusion on his face. "Are-are you sure?"
"I wasn't at first but now I can see the changes" Daenerys nodded, trying sniff back any more tears she had left, "So yeah, I'm sure."
"You mean like," Jon put his hands on his head, "Like an actual…" Jon rose to his feet, his mind trying to process how this all happened. "But we aren't…"
"Aren't what Jon?" Daenerys asked.
Jon went back to Daenerys getting down on both knees, "I don't want our child to be a Snow."
"A Snow?" It took Daenerys a minute before she realized what he meant, "you mean a Northern bastard?" Daenerys reached out for his face, holding it to look at her, "Then what do you want our child to be Jon? A Stark? A Stormborn?"
"A Targaryen," Jon told her and his response confused her, "It may be a terrible idea but that is what they are, and we cannot hide it from them. That name will protect them much more than it will hurt them because it is your name and mine."
Daenerys held him a little tighter, "So what does that mean for us? Do you want me to start calling you Aegon?"
Jon chuckled, "No," Jon reached out to grab her hands from his cheeks and brought them closer to his lips to kiss, "I just want to protect my family. The Targaryen name is all we have left, and for the sake of our child… I won't run from it anymore. The Truth North is ours, and we will protect however we must."
"Ours? I'm not-"
"Marry me, Daenerys." His words rang in her ears as she inhaled deeply, afraid to breathe out. Jon let go of one of her hands to reach out for her face, "You won't just be my Queen, but my wife. My equal. I need you more than anything in the world." His hand slipped back closer to her neck as his next words came out of his mouth like a whisper. "I love you."
His words helped her exhale, but her mind ran back to fear, "I-I don't… I just," Against her will, Daenerys started to tear up again, "How are we going to do this? How do we move forward? Your brother-"
"Everything that happens next, well do together, just as you said before. I'm not talking about marching south to burn our enemies." He wiped her tears away best he could as he spoke, 'All I want now, after all that we've been through, is peace. For you, for us, for our future." Jon let go of her face and placed his hand over her belly. "I promise you, as long as we are together we will be okay. We have to be," As he stared more at her belly and thought about the baby growing inside of her, Jon couldn't help but start to tear up, "because what else were we brought back for, if not for this?"
Daenerys put her hands on top of us, and smiled, "Okay. I'll do it," Jon started to smile as well, with his free hand he pulled her face down for a kiss but she stopped him right before he reached her lips, "But I'm not marrying Aegon Targaryen. Or the King Beyond the Wall. I'm marrying you, Jon Snow, the man who was raised to do what's right. No matter the cost. That's the husband I want. The father our child needs," Daenerys went back in for that kiss, "They have to be better than us."
"They will be," Jon smiled as he pulled her in to hold her, "because that is our purpose."