A translation of Omega inadecuado by Dxty. On Ao3 (Archive of our own)
Summary: "Why would I have a baby if my alpha is in the war, mother?" he questions, his confused gaze going to his mother. He feels proud to be able to pretend to be offended in front of his mother's serious face. "Are you accusing me of something?"
Aemond lets out a cry when he feels a new pain stabbing in his lower back, the pain has become constant and prevents him from standing as he had been. He walks as best he can across the room, stopping at one of the walls and a snarl leaves his lips.
He once heard Rhaenyra say that the battlefield of the omegas is childbirth. Aemond never agrees to it, you know the pain that will come in a battle, you prepare for it and fight. During childbirth you don't know when the pain will come, nor how long it will last.
"Gods," he groans holding a hand on his belly, he forces himself to keep walking.
The teachers have recommended that he walk so that the baby will find its way out of his body, but his child does not seem to be on the way.
"My children were born easily, I didn't even realize it and they were already out of my body," he heard Aegon say to the maids accompanying him.
Aemond growls as he sees his brother who is sitting in one of the chairs drinking a glass of wine as if attending the birth is an entertaining affair. He knows he's lying because he was present at one of his deliveries and Aegon was screaming like a wounded boar.
His mother gestures to Aegon, ordering him to be quiet. His sister shrugs.
"His majesty, it's time to review it again," asks one of the teachers. He walks over to the birthing chair, leans back in it, holding on as another contraction makes him grunt loudly. "He's ready to bid," the man announces, the maids who attend his delivery immediately approach.
Aemond begins to push, feeling how his muscles begin to tremble, he stops pushing and takes a deep breath, inhaling and exhaling rapidly as he pushes again. His son wants to get out of his body and he wants to do it now. As demanding as the father who spawned him, taking what he can from him.
Mother and Aegon are at his side, his brother having the decency to put down the cup and is smiling when Aemond wants more than ever to hit him. Mother holds his hand affectionately, helping him along the way to bring his child into the world.
He pushes hard again and he can feel every muscle in him trembling with the effort and he slumps back in the chair.
"By the majesty of him," says Master Harbor.
Aemond struggles to do it and snorts, he can smell his blood in the air. He knows he must be torn now, yet the baby keeps pushing and Aemond does too.
A cry through the room.
"He's a male," announces the beta man.
Aemond slumps down trying to catch his breath, his mother is stroking his hand and her eyes flicker to her new grandson. Aegon does too.
Aemond beams as the maester hands him his baby, a little boy with a nearly bald head but still dark-colored fluff on his little head.
"Aemond," his mother says, she lets out a breath before sharing a look with Aegon.
He doesn't care what his mother has to say, he cradles his son in his arms and places a kiss on his forehead, he is still dirty covered with the last vestiges that was inside him until a few moments ago.
"Welcome," he tells him, holding his hand and also giving him a kiss. He is as beautiful as he thought he would be.
The servants have cleaned his child properly and the maester has finished with his delivery when his mother and Aegon approach his bed. Aemond is cradling his baby, wrapped in a blanket that represents the colors of his husband's house.
Mother brings his eldest son in her arms and places him on the bed, he does not hesitate to approach him and snuggle next to him too curious about the new baby. Aemond kisses the curly head of his son.
"He's beautiful," says his mother, sharing a look with him. Aemond knows that his mother and Aegon are hesitant, but dare to say the words aloud would be to condemn them. So no one says anything. "They are beautiful," he adds, caressing the cheek of his eldest son.
All those who agreed to their delivery leave the room after a fraction of an hour.
His mother clears her throat before speaking.
— You must be careful Aemond, take care of yourself while your husband is in the war. You can't have a baby.
Her mother looks at him for a few seconds before shaking her head, she's sighing as if she's exhausted from something.
"Why would I have a baby if my alpha is in the war mother?" - he questions, his confused look goes to his mother. He feels proud to be able to pretend to be offended in front of the serious face of his mother. "Are you accusing me of something?"
— You're welcome son, but your children have been very followed. It is especially risky for an Omega to have children so soon.
— Well, Aemond won't have a son while his husband doesn't return from the war. Done - Aegon intervenes and then murmurs. — I hope the war lasts ten years and I perish in it.
Aemond opens his mouth to defend his husband, But his mother gets ahead of him.
"Aegon," says his mother, looking at him with a frown. — He is your brother by marriage to Aemond, and the father of your nephews you should pray for his health and a soon return for him.
"Just pointed out that he's old mom," Aegon shrugs with a smile. "But I want him to come back from the war, the way he comes back is different," he adds quietly. If his mother heard it, she decides to ignore it.
Aegon had no problem with Jacaerys assenting to war because the prince came to Landing every change of moon riding his dragon. He was not fighting, he was the queen's heir and his presence on the field was more to strengthen the faith and support of men for his cause.
Aemond begins to feel tired from the duration of the labor and the physical wear and tear, his eldest child has left the bed and is now in the arms of his mother, his baby is feeding at his breast when the queen enters in the room.
"Aemond," she greets politely, before turning to the other members and acknowledging there presence with a smile. — I heard that you still gave birth to a child. Congratulations.
Aemond smiles at her and lets his child continue to feed, he knows that women prefer to use wet nurses, but he trusts no one else to feed his children. The gods gave him this for a reason, so that his milk would provide his cubs and Aemond is doing it.
A few seconds pass in which he only focuses on the way his son's mouth moves over his chest as Aemond helps him hold on. His chest is small not like an Omega woman would be so he has to hold his chest so his son can drink.
Have you decided on a name for him? - Asking the queen approaching the bed.
"No, not yet your majesty," he replies, Lucerys will be choosing the baby's name. Aemond will write two letters as soon as he can, one for Lucerys and one for his husband, he hopes that Lucerys will not be disappointed when he receives a different letter than the one he asked him to send. He will only inform his husband of the birth of his second child. — The alpha wants to name him.
The baby has stopped feeding and is curled up at his breast with his mouth open and his skin wrinkled around his forehead.
- Can I? — The queen asks, Aemond would prefer not to bother his son, but he nods as he delivers his son into the arms of Queen Rhaenyra.
She looks at the baby and runs a hand over the baby's barely bald head, there is only a dark fuzz on top of his head. The queen is suddenly looking at his mother Alicent and then back at the baby.
"He's so little," she points out with a smile as she rocks the baby in her arms.
"Aemond himself was so small when he was born the majesty of him," his mother says with a smile.
"Lucerys and Joffrey were little babies too," she comments, contemplative as she runs a hand over her baby's face. — Jacaerys was huge for my first child.
"Her grandchildren were also, Mama Rhaenyra," Aegon says with a sigh. "But I've said I won't be having any more huge kids," he points out, as everyone in the room laughs.
Later that same night.
Aemond is lying in bed, the sheets have been changed, and the smell in the room is fresh thanks to his two children, each of his children in one of his arms. He sighs as he looks at the two babies and is tempted to get out of bed and write a letter for Lucerys" Valzȳrys" he remembers, but instead he shakes his head and closes his eyes again, imagining that Lucerys was next to him holding one of his children.
The first time Lucerys held his son, he was reluctant to do so, stating the limit that the baby was only Aemond's and his husband's, until the third night Lucerys returned to his husband's lands for the tournament, and he slipped back to his room, Aemond was feeding the baby. Lucerys held the baby for a moment too shocked as if he was holding a beast and didn't know what to do. Aemond laughed and told him to hand the baby back to him, but Lucerys refused, rocking the baby until his dark eyes opened and focused on his alpha. Both sharing a look, until the baby went back to sleep. That night they did nothing.
With this pregnancy it was different, Lucerys was present in most of it, even the murmurs, that Prince Lucerys was shown in his lands too happy with the presence of Ama and willing to marry her, reached the landing of the ship. king.
Aemond knew better, and he became almost obsessive with wanting to have Lucerys close to him, it just felt good to be close to the alpha and his pregnancy went smoother, his eating also improved consequently he gained weight to the point of worrying to his husband's aunt who restricted the amount of cake he ate per day.
The first time they went to bed without lying to each other with the idea that they only did it to father a child, was when Aemond took Lucerys's hand to his womb, the baby was kicking for the first time. The alpha kissed him without removing his hands from his belly and took him over one of the walls of Vhagar's house.
After that, neither of them bothered to find excuses for why they wanted to be close to each other, Lucerys even dared once, while they were walking with his husband and Ama, to murmur to him in High Valyrian all the desire he had to carry right in that garden. Aemond didn't answer, but the scent of him did.
That time he was embarrassing because he had to share the bed with his husband saying that it was only the baby's hormones reacting to her alpha scent that prompted him to release his scent in such a rude way. In front of there guests. He seemed satisfied that his scent still aroused the passion of his Omega.
He sighs at the memory and looks at his children with a smile, tomorrow he will write a letter to Lucerys "a new dragon has been born" he thinks before giving in again to sleep and falling exhausted.