*ITALICS = DOTHRAKI*

**BOLD = DRAGONS TALKING.**

It was early morning when Rhaesa heard the chirping of her little hatchlings. She looked around and noticed that they were wrestling right next to the bed. Rhaesa smiled and took the opportunity to observe them. The hatchlings were not like the drawings of the dragons she had seen in the books in the library in the Red Keep. Instead of having two back legs and wings with claws attached to them, they had front and back legs with their wings attached to their bodies.

She watched as they tumbled around on the floor, hissing and jumping on each other. Then Rhaesa noticed that Balerion took a deep breath, his chest began to brighten (like Smaug from the Hobbit.) He opened his mouth and exhaled, Rhaesa giggled when a puff of smoke came out. Rhaesa could hear in her head Drogon and Meraxes laughing at their brother. Balerion huffed and sat down on his haunches. He looked at his mother, **Mother, do not laugh at me!** This caused Rhaesa to giggle again.

At the sound of her giggles, Drogo woke up, *What are you laughing at, Moon of My Life?*

*Nothing, My Warrior Love, I'm watching the hatchlings play.*

Drogo looked outside and noticed that the sun had not risen, he groaned, *It is too early for them to be playing. Ask them to go back to sleep. I want you to rest as much as possible,* Drogo tells her then caresses her belly. As he's caressing Rhaesa's tummy, he feels his son kick. Rhaesa smiles at Drogo and places her hand over his.

*Your son knows your voice, that's why he kicked.*

Drogo smiled and moved his face toward Rhaesa's belly. He slowly runs his hand over her stomach, *Hello, my son. I cannot wait until you come into this world. You and your mother are the most precious things to me.* Drogo whispered. He again felt his son kick under his hand.

As Drogo is talking to the baby, the hatchlings have ceased their playing and are now watching their father, **What is Father doing, Mother,** Balerion asks.

*He's talking to your sibling.*

Drogo looks at the hatchlings, *What did they say?*

*Balerion wanted to know what you were doing. I told him you were talking to his sibling.*

*They have names?*

*Yes, come little ones, let me introduce you to your father.*

The dragons toddle over to their mother. Rhaesa picks up the black dragon first. *This is Balerion.*

Drogo hesitantly reaches out for the dragon. He runs his finger down the hatchling's head and his neck. Balerion purrs for his father and begins rubbing up against his hand. Drogo smiles.

*He's hot, I thought he would be colder.*

*Dragons are hot-blooded, My Warrior Love.*

Drogo nods, Rhaesa sets down Balerion and picks up the silver hatchling, *This is Meraxes.*

Meraxes waits patiently for Drogo to pet him. When he does, Meraxes has the same reaction his brother has, he purrs and rubs up against his father's hand. Rhaesa puts him down and picks up the last hatchling, the red and black one, Drogon.

*And last but not least, this is Drogon. I named him after you.*

Drogo looks at his wife, surprised, then looks back at the hatchling. Drogon's reaction is entirely different from his brothers; he chirps loudly and stretches towards his father. He is anxiously waiting for his father to pet him. When Drogo pets the little hatchling, Drogon grabs Drogo's wrist with his front legs and begins to climb up his arm.

Drogo stiffens, *What is he doing?*

*I don't know, what are you doing, Drogon?*

**I want to be closer to Father.**

Rhaesa laughs, *He wants to be closer to you.*

Drogon slowly uses his front and back legs to climb Drogo's arms, digging his claws into the Great Khal's arm. Drogo doesn't even flinch. To keep his balance, Drogon spreads his wings and continues to climb up Drogo's arm until he settles around Drogo's shoulders. Drogon closes his wings then wraps his tail around Drogo's neck so he won't fall. The little hatchling begins to purr like a cat.

Rhaesa starts laughing at the stunned look on Drogo's face, *He likes you.*

*I can see that,* Drogo chuckles.

*Drogon?*

The hatchling looks at his mother, **Yes, Mother?**

*Why did you crawl onto your father?*

**Because he is my father and I am named after him. I want to get to know him better.**

*What did he say?*

*Because he's named after you, he wants to get to know you better,* Rhaesa says with a giggle.

Drogo sighs, *He cannot stay with me all day.*

*Why not? You are the husband to a dragon; it only fits that a dragon should be with you.*

*Yes, but I will not understand him.*

Rhaesa hadn't thought about that. She looks at Balerion; he seems to be the most knowledgeable of the hatchlings, *Balerion?*

Balerion stops playing with Meraxes, **Yes, Mother?**

*Is there a way for you to understand your father and be able to speak to him?*

Balerion looks down as if he's thinking. Then he looks at his siblings. **Yes, Mother, because Father is your mate and sire to our sibling, if we drink his blood, we will be able to speak with him, and he will understand us.**

*Balerion says that if they drink your blood, they will be able to talk to you, and you will understand them. But that's up to you, My Warrior Love.*

Drogo would think for a moment if there were a way he could do that with his horses, he would. So, why would he pass up the opportunity to bond in such a manner with his wife's dragons?

Drogo nods, *Alright, I will share my blood with them. What must I do?*

*Your Father said yes, Balerion. What does he do?*

**Let me bite him and drink his blood. Then my siblings will do the same.**

*Balerion needs to bite you.*

Drogo nods and holds out his hand to the hatchling. Balerion nips his finger just enough for Drogo's blood to flow; he then begins to lap up the blood. When Balerion has had enough, Meraxes takes his place and does the same thing. Once Meraxes has had his fill, Drogo brings his finger up to Drogon, who laps at the blood as well.

When Drogon finishes, he presses his head to Drogo's finger. A pink light radiates from Drogon, and he heals his father's wound. Rhaesa's eyes widen. *You healed his wound!*

*What?!* Drogo says then pulls his hand away to see that the wound has indeed been healed, *How is that possible?*

**We can do what you can do, Mother. But since we are little, we can only heal small wounds.** Drogon tells his parents.

*You can heal wounds, Moon of My Life?*

Rhaesa looks away, *Yes, it is an ability I have had since I was a child.*

*Why did you not tell me?*

*I didn't want you to be afraid of me. I didn't want you to think I'm a witch. Aside from you, only Dany and Ser Barristan know I have these powers.*

Drogo gently brings her head back towards him. He kisses her lips, *I could never be afraid of you, and I would never think badly of you. You are the Moon of My Life, and I love you very much.*

Rhaesa smiles, *I love you so much, My Warrior Love,* then kisses him again.

*So, I'm assuming you can understand the hatchlings now?* Rhaesa asks

Drogo smiles, *Yes, I can.*

*Good, little ones, say hello to your father.*

**Hello, Father.** The three hatchlings say.

*Hello, little ones.*

**We are happy to meet you, Father.**

*And I am happy to meet you as well, little ones.*

The hatchling begins to chirp happily, and Drogon cuddles up against his father. Drogo notices that the sun is barely starting to rise. He looks at his wife, who yawns along with the hatchlings.

*Come, Moon of My Life, it is time for you and the little ones to go back to sleep.*

Rhaesa rubs her eyes, *Perhaps you are right.* Rhaesa lifts the covers, *Come, little ones, time to rest.*

The hatchlings yawn again then make their way under the furs with their mother. Drogo takes Drogon off his shoulders and lays him in front of Rhaesa. The little dragon licks his mother then crawls under to join his siblings. Rhaesa cuddles up against Drogo; he wraps his arm around his wife and goes back to sleep.

The next time Rhaesa wakes up, Drogo is gone, but there is a plate of food in front of her.

"Good morning, Rhae," Dany says to her sister.

Rhaesa looks over at her sister, "Good morning, Dany, how are you feeling?"

"Sore, tired. Irri brought some food for us."

"Did she see the hatchlings?"

"No, my hatchlings are still asleep."

Rhaesa lifts the furs and notices that the hatchlings are beginning to wake up, **Mother, we're hungry.**

**We're hungry too, Mother.** Dany's females tell her.

Rhaesa and Daenerys look at each other surprised, "Can you hear each other?" Dany asks her blue dragon, Vhagar.

**Yes, Mother, we can hear the other hatchlings. They are our mates.**

Rhaesa looks at Balerion, "Why didn't you tell me?"

**You didn't ask, Mother.** Balerion says.

"So, does that mean you can hear your Aunt Dany?"

**Aunt, what is Aunt, Mother?** Drogon asks.

"An aunt is the sister of your mother. Daenerys is my baby sister."

**Yes, Mother, our Aunt is mother to our mates, we can hear her as well.**

"Dany, did you hear Drogon just now?"

"Yes, Rhae, I heard him. This is so exciting! Dreamfyre?"

The little light blue and silver hatchling looks at her mother, **Yes, Mother?**

"Can you hear your Aunt Rhaesa?"

**Yes, Mother, I can hear her.**

"This is incredible! I can't wait to tell Drogo."

"Speaking of your husband, Rhae, are you going to tell him you were stabbed?"

"I have to, Dany, that's not something I can keep from him. He's going to be so angry."

"I think he has the right to be angry, Rhae. Drogo could have lost you and the baby."

**We're angry too, Mother, we could have lost you and our sibling!** Meraxes says and begins shrieking and flapping his wings. His brothers and Dany's hatchlings join in, and their chests start to glow with fire, but only smoke comes out.

**We will not lose you, Mother,** Meleys shrieks at Dany.

"Alright, all of you settle down, we're both fine. You don't have to worry about us getting hurt. Now, how about we get you little ones something to eat?" Rhaesa tells the hatchlings.

All the little hatchlings begin to shriek in hunger and flap their wings. Rhaesa and Daenerys smile down at their children. Before they can feed the babies, Dany gets up and gives her sister the loosest dress, but it still fits Rhaesa very tight.

"I'll have to see if anyone has anything that will fit you. Doreah and I will go to the market and see if there are any dresses as well." Daenerys informs her sister.

"Thank you, sister."

Now that Rhaesa was decent, Dany picks up her hatchlings and sits down next to her sister. She puts the girls down, and the boys come over to investigate. Vhagar, Dreamfyre, and Meleys face the boys and hiss, they spread their wings and rear back, trying to make themselves look more prominent. The boys' shriek at their would-be mates then attack.

Rhaesa and Daenerys gasp at see the hatchlings fighting. But as they look on the notice that the hatchlings are only play fighting. Rhaesa and Daenerys look at each other and giggle. While the dragons play, Rhaesa takes a chunk of meat and offers it to the dragons. They look at the meat and turn their noses up at it.

"What's the matter? You don't like horseflesh?"

**No, Mother, we can't eat it like that, it needs to be scorched.**

Rhaesa nods and puts the chunk of meat over the fire until it burns. Daenerys does the same thing. They then separate the hatchlings and give them each a piece of meat. The little dragons happily gobble up the horseflesh and beg for more.

Once they've had enough, the dragons curl up in a pile by the fire and fall asleep. After they've been fed, Rhaesa and Daenerys eat their food.