A/N: DAO kink meme said:

This is a bit of the riff on the pregnancy prompts that I've seen here.

The idea is: the Warden discovers that she's pregnant and whoever the father is freaks the hell out. I want to see panic, disbelief, can I really be a good dad? type of stuff going on. Eventually, it all gets resolved (or maybe not completely? up to you authors) in happy, fluffy sex.

And this one said HUZZAH! MOAR TEAGAN!

So, yeah XD

Disclaimer: I own nothing, only this fanfic is completely my fault.

So, here am I, married to the most sexy bann in the whole Ferelden and happy as hell.

In the few months after our marriage I found myself being drawn to the typical female hobbies - weaving, embroidery and arraging of flowers. Part of me was sincerely startled by the fact that I actually enjoyed it so much, after all that time I refused to be even nearby weaving loom, needles or cut flowers. Yet, the sight of stevengraphs in nearly every room of the Rainesfere castle, vases of flowers and the soft cushions with various embroidery made me feel at home. Mother used to call things like this, things making a castle, a house, a tent and Maker knows what else into a home, warm touches. Teagan looked surprised when I started to lay cushions on the chairs - but later, he would encourage everyone to take one and enjoy not having to sit on the hard wood. I wondered if this is how a hen feels when she prepares her nest or if it is just my silly imagination. Then, I thought, all that stress during the Blight finally got me.

I was tired all the time. I would retire soon and rise late. Teagan would always wake me up when he had to get up, kissing my shoulder and caressing my arm while saying "good morning, darling," and I would turn my head, smile at him, watch him dress... and as soon as he left the room, I would fell asleep again and sleep for another hour or two.

Even the famous Grey Warden apetite was showing more. I would rise during the night, crawl to the larder, stuff myself with foor and leave again, mostly with a tray of additional food, because what if I got hungry again? And I did. Teagan would always smile over the cook's complaints about the food - but I could see traces of worry in his eyes, even if he was trying to hide them.

And last but not least - women, especially Cousland women, were, are and will be famed for their temper. And from the Cousland women, I was the one nicknamed 'spitfire' amongst the nobility. From good reasons. I was able to lash out at the smallest of reasons, snapping at everyone who joked about something connected to me, crying for everything and nothing, laughing like a madwoman - all during the lenght of a one day. I was apologizing for my snapping so much for days that I thought that I just have nothing better to do.

When I fainted and threw up several times (always throwing up only after Teagan already left the room), I sent several letters, the most important one was to Wynne, asking her to come, and help me with a problem of probably rather... delicate nature. Tiredness, hunger, moodiness, qualmishness... it all was here. I only prayed to every god willing to listen that these were signs of something more pleasant than some intricate sickness. Wynne came about two weeks later and after she examined me, asked me some questions and listened to my answers, I've known for sure.

I was pregnant.

Personally, I felt quite warm and fuzzy, happy to the bone. I was going to have a baby. Hooray! I couldn't wait to tell the news to others, be it Leliana, Alistair, Zevran or Fergus. And most importantly - Teagan. Now, worry gripped my stomach, making me feel a bit squeamish. Will he be happy to have an heir on the way? I remembered Fergus looking a bit dizzy when Oriana told him the big news - but then he got so completely drunk with half of the knights, toasting to the new Cousland so much that the next day he was nursing the mother of all hangovers everywhere.

So, how to tell Teagan?

I've decided to have three steps plan. Step one - arrange the scene. Step two - arrange the opportunity. Step three - tell him. Scene - that meant prepare our bedroom for a nice romantic evening. The opportunity would be supper - just the two of us. And step three is clear. Just say something like: "Well, Teagan, I've got a question - would you prefer our first child be a girl or a boy?" and watch his reaction. It was just... the more I thought about it, the more I was scared. 'Stop fretting, damit!' I yelled mentally at myself. For now, I still had to start with my plan and worrying about possible outcomes wouldn't do me much good.

I was ready to spring my plan two days later. As I stood in front of my wardrobe, wearing only my underwear and a silken slip and picking dress which would be suitable for this evening, I couldn't help but to steal a look of myself in the mirror. My tummy was still flat but inside... inside was already hiding a new life; life I've created for all the lives I took during the Blight. I smiled at myself. New life - new beginning. New dawn. Dawn. Yes! Leliana once picked me a dress of "dawn" colours, as she called it and Teagan heartily agreed to that description. It fitted me like a glove and showed off my cleavage and hips nicely.

The evening of 'tell-tale-operation' started in a very pleasant way. Teagan was obviously in high spirits and the cook made a small miracle with what he prepared for the supper. The wine, a fine white from Highever's winery, was as sweet and intoxicating as ever. Even the dress was fitting better than I thought. We were standing by the window, looking outside, Teagan behind me, his arms loose around me as I leaned into him. "I have a surprise for you, my husband," I whispered tenderly. "Yes?" he responded teasingly, "something I have to unwrap?" His fingers moved to the side of the dress, flying over the lacings. I caught one of his hands and opening his palm, I settled it on my stomach. "You're going to be a father, Teagan," I said, smilling.

He froze on place. Worried, I released his hand and turned around to look into his face. Maker, I was expecting a lot of things - but pure horror really wasn't one of them. "Teagan?" I asked, moving my hand to cradle his cheek. Stepping backwards, he held his hands in front of him, as if I was trying to hurt him and before I could say anything, he run out of the room, banging the door behind him. The night which was supposed to be a celebration just turned into a night when I was cold in our shared bed, curled in a ball and crying myself to sleep.

The next days were of the worst I've ever lived through. Teagan was avoiding me as much as he could and the thought of it hurt like hell. Every night of the following week I was alone and the bed started to seem a lot bigger and colder to me by each passing day. And every day was like living through hell - Teagan leaving the room as soon as he caught a notion I may be about to enter. It was making the servants to gossip about the lord and the lady of the house having a big fight about something, since he spent every night in his study, drinking glass of brandy after glass and sleeping on the sofa, while the lady was crying in their room. After a week of silent treatment I was ready for a nervous breakdown.

I sat in a huge armchair in front of the fateful window, my hands resting on my belly. "So, my child," I started conversationally, absolutely not caring I'm most probably just talking to myself. "I bet you wouldn't say that you're just a piece of a personal miracle now, would you? You know," I continued, stroking my belly gently, "it's supposed to be very hard, if not impossible, for a Grey Warden to produce a child. And here I am, thinking about how lucky I become to be blessed with a child while your father would probably love nothing but running away as quickly as he's able." "You know, it's not completely true," said a voice behind me, making me jump from my place. "Teagan?" I turned around, my hand moving as if to protect the life nestling in my womb. I noticed his eyes slide from my face to my hand and back.

"I don't want to run away, Elissa," he said, moving to me. I moved simultaneously with him, out of his reach. "It certainly did seem to look like running to me. Must have been that look of horror and slammed doors what made me think so," I countered with a fake smile. Something in his eyes made me stop in my tracks. Was it the look of shame, of fear in his eyes? "Teagan, what's going on?" I asked softly. With no response from him, I hesitantly stepped towards him, slowly raising my hand to his cheek, almost daring him to run away again with my gaze. He didn't run this time; his hand covered mine of his cheek as his eyes closed. "Talk to me, Teagan," I pleaded. Will I get just another silence? Or accusation of being careless so that I got pregnant? Or...?

"I'm scared," he confessed and all I can do is stare at him with my eyes wide and my mouth agape. Hey - shouldn't it actually be me who's scared shitless now? It's me who - if Maker allows - is going to spend next several months by becoming bigger and bigger by each day, who won't be able to see her own feet over her belly, whose back is going to kill her every time she tries to stand straight and who already spends every morning kneeling near a bucket throwing her insides out. "Of what?" I asked instead. "Of being a father?" He nodded hesitantly, a slightly bashful smile on his lips. "It's quite strange, isn't it? I mean, you faced a horde of Darkspawn, A High Dragon, werewolves, abominations and Maker knows what else and look! - here I am, teriffied from the prospect of being a father."

We both fell silent for a moment. "It hurt, you know," I whispered, feeling all-so-emotional again, "when you run away like that." Tears were freely flowing out of my eyes as I flung myself into his arms. "I know, I know," he whispered into my hair, holding me as tightly as he dared, considering my delicate condition, "and I'm so sorry, my love..." Every time he called me 'darling' or 'love', my heart skipped a beat and desire bolted right into my loins. Tilting my head up to look into his face I whispered: "Well, I think I know a perfect way how you can show how much you are sorry," and kissed him hard, the week of lack of any personal contact taking its toll on my self-control. He didn't resist when I pushed him towards the armchair I was sitting in only a moments ago, straddling him as soon as I forced him to sit. Without bothering to get naked we just moved the clothes which stopped us from becoming one, let our bodies join for the first time after a week and rushed to the peak of our desire together.

They say the make up sex is the best and by Andraste's holy knickers, it was totally true. We also didn't stop so soon. Instead, Teagan carried me to our bed. Slowly undressing each other, we explored our bodies, Teagan paying extra attention to my already slightly bigger and much more sensitive boobs, insisting on teasing my nipples for so long until I begged him to stop, which he complied only to kiss his way to my lower body, swirling his tongue in my navel and laying soft open-mouthed kisses on the soft skin of my abdomen. Every time I reached for him, he caught my hand, kissed it and layed it by my side. "Patience, my dear," he whispered against my skin, making me tremble with desire. When he finally kissed his way back to my mouth and let his manhood enter my body, gently and slowly, I was ready to burst in tears from the love emanating from him. Slowly, step by step, we ascended the steps of the temple of love and desire until we reached its top.

Afterwards, when we nestled in each other's arms, Teagan whispered: "So... were going to be a family, aren't we?" I nodded against his chest. "Yes, we are. In a few months, we won't be able to sleep because our little one will demand our attention." I paused a bit, makig sure he'll listen very, very closely now: "This may not be an option often until our baby is older, so..." "...so we may as well have do some of these in advance, yes?" he finished and before I could answer, I found myself being most throughout kissed by a very eager man.

In advance. Hell yes.

A/N: Complete, and this time for real. :) Uhm... I know that instead of writing fills for DAO kmeme I should write next chapter for Time for Change. Believe me, I tried. But every time I try to capture some plot Darkspawn, they wave me off, saying: "Get lost! We have no time for your shenanigans!" and I'm left with nothing. :'( And that makes Neferit sad panda. :(