A Second Child is Coming And A Surprise

~~~(POV: Raenon Targaryen)~~~

~~~(Current Age: 15 Years)~~~

~~~(Location: Manse, Astapor, Essos)~~~

~~~(Date: 299 AC)~~~

Dany and I are lying in our bed in the early morning of this day. Only a few days are left before she gives birth to our second child. I'm hoping for a son to even out a pairing with Alysanne. A son and daughter are a great start to rebuilding our family.

She's snuggled up against me, and her hand is on top of mine as I feel the child kicking in her belly. It's a feeling I never get tired of. She's gotten pretty big, and there isn't much that makes her comfortable for long these days.

"Oh, Gods! Why is it so lumpy!?"

My dragoness leans up with haste and starts rubbing her lower back. As I said, everything isn't comfortable for long. I sit up and take a spot beside her. I lean over and plant a kiss on the side of her head.

That brings a little comfort, but I know it doesn't do much. I stand up and hold out my hand for her to take it.

"Thank you."

She waddles next to me as we make our way to the privy. When you're this pregnant, you need to use the toiletries frequently.

"I wish there was something more I could do for you than just be here. But I deeply admire and love you, Dany. You're giving birth to our family, and thanks to you. Our family is becoming strong again."

Praising her in these trying times is something I've found that puts her in a better mood. Her glowing smile as I help her walk is proof of that. After a little bit, we make it to the privy. She takes a seat, and I stand near the door.

There is no need for her to remove her clothes. Since we're not wearing any. My thoughts are interrupted by the pattering of feet behind me. I turn and see Alysanne making her way to me.

"Dada!"

She's already starting to speak. Something that has many of the Maesters under our charge impressed. A child as young as Alysanne shouldn't be talking, let alone walking around so well. But she's doing just that.

I lean down and pick up my daughter. There is no need to hide my body in front of my flesh and blood. We Targaryens are different. The ways of Valyria are flowing strongly in our growing family.

"How's my little princess doing?"

A small smile appears on my daughter, and she covers her face in embarrassment. I plant kisses all over her face, and she squeals in joy. She leans into my arms and shoulder as I turn back toward Dany. As I see her, I can see she's almost done.

Our eyes meet, and I see the happiness in hers. The sight of Alysanne and me plant glee within my dragoness. This is all thanks to her. A man is nothing without the love of his life next to him. Giving him children. Dany is more to me than a woman who gives birth to my children.

She's the reason our family will continue on. Without her. Our bloodline would be diluted. Two Targaryens breeding together is better than one doing so without another Targaryen.

"Okay, I'm done. Now get me off this cold fucking privy."

Her hand soon finds its way into mine as I help her up.

"Mama said a bad word!"

Alysanne can't help sounding happy as she teases Dany. Her mama has been doing that a lot lately in her pregnancy. It's a way for her to get some frustration out. However, Dany doesn't like that Aly is smart enough to point that out.

Not in the sense of she'd forbid it. Only in the sense of not liking it because it means her daughter is already growing up.

"Here, give her to me."

Dany takes Aly and sits back down on the bed. I make my way toward the desk in our room and take a seat. I'm looking at reports from Oberyn and Ellaria. The effects of destroying Braavos have started to reach even Astapor.

While the economy in Astapor is staying strong. There is cause for concern. This is a consequence that I was prepared for.

Oberyn is taking care of it. He's been creating jobs for the unemployed and nurturing the market. It helps that so many merchants are coming and going from Astapor. It's been something that's kept the most significant problems from appearing.

"How are things looking?"

She wants to know what's going on too. She puts Aly down and leans back in the bed. Getting more comfortable herself. It won't last long, but she should get more of it in before it disappears again.

"Astapor is going strong, but we are being lightly affected by what I did to Braavos. I can only imagine what's going on in Westeros. We have multiple streams of revenue that are really helping."

This is an experience that I need. I'm a warrior, a dragon rider, and a survivor. I have little to no experience in ruling, governing, and controlling. Astapor has been the perfect place to do this. While I haven't spoken much with Oberyn in the last month.

That doesn't mean I haven't been learning from him. He's a good teacher, and while he doesn't know everything about ruling. His advice and help haven't gone unnoticed or unrewarded.

"When our child is born, when do you plan on moving onto Yunkai?"

Dany and I have talked about this at length. She insisted that we do. I wouldn't, given her state; stress isn't good for the baby. But she's proven to be strong and capable of multitasking like that.

"I was thinking about two months after the baby is born. That way, boy or girl, they'll be able to handle riding on a dragon with one of us. We did it at 11 days with Aly, and I want to wait a little longer this time around."

Speaking of my daughter, she's not in the room right now. She returned to her own, and I can only assume she's playing with some toys. She wants to go for rides on Rhaenys, but I won't let that happen. She's bonded to Vaelor, whether she knows it or not.

Once bonded to a dragon, you can't ride another dragon. I don't want to disrespect and strain the relationship between Aly and Vaelor. Targaryens need their dragons, and our dragons need us.

"Hmm... I'll admit, I'm looking forward to having our next child. But can we wait a year before we try for another? I'd like a break from being pregnant."

I look up from my desk with a smile. I think that's a perfectly reasonable request. She's earned a break from being a pregnant woman.

"I think that's perfectly fine."

We'll see if we can handle that responsibility. Not getting her pregnant when we share the same bed will be a test of stamina and willpower. I'm looking forward to it.

Before the conversation can continue, there is a loud knock on the door. And people know not to disturb us. I look at Dany, and she gets the message. She stands up and waddles over to a place out of view. A robe is quickly on me, and I make my way to the door.

As I open it, I see Oberyn. He's standing there with a smile.

"You need to come with me."

He wouldn't do this if it weren't important. I follow Oberyn, and eventually, we make it to the large courtyard the dragons are using. He stops before getting too close, and I look at him. He tilts his head toward Rhaenys's direction.

That's when a rush of blood starts going through my body. I knew it was only a matter of time before she started this part of her life.

"How many?"

Oberyn folds his arms for a second and then scratches the back of his head.

"There are two from what we saw. But she won't let anyone close enough for us to get a good count."

Two eggs, for sure.

I make my way over to Rhaenys. Leaving Oberyn behind. Rhaenys lifts her head from her spot on the ground and turns to see me coming. She groans as I get closer, and she lifts her wing to show me something I've been waiting a while for.

There are three eggs instead of two.

One of them is black and red, like her egg when I was in The Shadow Lands. The other two are blue and red.

I pick up the blue one and make my way toward her head. Lifting it and showing her. She places her nose against it. Then letting out a heavy breath.

"Ao sagon nykeā muñnykeā sir, Rhaenys."

I tell Rhaenys she's a mother now. Three more dragons will be born, and our power will grow with them.

~~~(POV: Daenerys Targaryen)~~~

~~~(Current Age: 15 Years)~~~

~~~(Location: Manse, Astapor, Essos)~~~

~~~(Date: 299 AC)~~~

Rae places the three new eggs on the bed, and they're all a wonder to look at. I set my hand on the red one, and it's warm to the touch.

"Does this mean I won't be getting a break?"

He laughs a bit as the joke leaves me. If we have three more eggs, that's more riders that will need to fill them. That means more Targaryens.

"Well, it does pose a problem. We'll need a permanent place to keep our dragons. We won't make the same mistakes as our ancestors. No Dragonpit. The only place I can think of is Dragonstone. That means we'll head West once Yunkai and Meereen are liberated."

My hand finds its way on my belly, and I can't help thinking it'd be nice to place an egg with our child in their crib.

Alysanne's hand slowly glides over the blue one, and she can't help but look awestruck.

"Jāhor mēre hen drōma jikagon naejot se mēre bona's māzis?"

I ask Rae if one of these eggs will go to our coming child, and he takes on a thinking expression.

"Se riñnykeā iksos naejot emagon, Rhaegal."

He tells me that our coming child is to have Rhaegal. I was hoping for that too. Perhaps the next child will have an egg. But then again, it couldn't hurt to do it the old way.

"Kostagon īlon kostilus dīnagon se drōmon rūsīr rūs?"

I ask him if we could do it my way. It would mean a lot to me. He stays silent and looks at the eggs. Picking up the red one after thinking for a moment.

"Se riñnykeā jāhor emagon bisy."

He tells me that the child coming will have the red egg, and my heart sings with delight. Today has been a great and important day in Targaryen history.