Mother Of Dragons

Chapter 11

He reached out and touched her belly again, stroking her silky soft skin tenderly, feeling the contours of her body. It startled him when her hand moved to rest on top of his, clutching his fingers tightly with hers. "Sleep," she murmured. "Plenty of time to touch him later. Wait until I'm huge and can't sit on a horse, we'll see how much you want me then," she teased.

He couldn't tell if she was actually teasing, or if there was a hint of true concern in her sleep husky voice. "I want you now," he answered. "I will want you then, and when you're pregnant with our next child, and the next, Daenerys. You are the Moon of my Life. I'm fucking excited to see you that big."

She snorted and rolled to face him. "Not going to be my favorite part," she said honestly.

He looked at her, surprised. "What, then?"

She smiled. "I want to hold him," she said simply, not sure if her words could really tell him the emotion behind them. Her baby. Hers. His. Their baby was growing in her womb. It was still a little surprising to her, this little baby that was no longer a hypothetical idea. She was going to be someone's mother, and for once in her life, Viserys had nothing to do with it, nor a place in her life.

He grinned and nodded. "Me, too," he answered, then turned serious. "Don't allow anyone else to get him before you do. You are his mother, and after he is born, you hold him as long as you want before you pass him over to the midwife, as long as you want, Daenerys, and then get him back again immediately. No one else for the first days," he instructed, bringing a finger under her chin to get her to look at him. "You don't share him with anyone unless you want to. No one has rights to him but you and me. He will be the Khal of Khals, and he needs his mother, not whoever happens to have milk for a baby. He is ours, not the khalasar's."

She smiled and nodded. "Yes," she answered, relieved. She had worried about that, seeing new babies being passed from one mother to the next, whichever nursing mother holding the hungry infant would feed him or her. It didn't even seem to matter who was feeding who's baby, and it had caused her worry and concern. She didn't want to give her little boy up to this Dothraki custom; he was her son, the blood of dragons, and she wanted him only at her breast.

"Drogo," she whispered, and pulled him to her for a kiss.

He held her as they kissed for a while, but then tucked her down onto his chest. "Sleep, Khaleesi. Long ride tomorrow, with only one short rest, so sleep and be strong tomorrow. I will tell the midwife your wishes."

She sighed then, wishing she had words to thank him for his concern. "Drogo, your words make me happy," she whispered.

He grunted in question, so she struggled for a moment before putting the words together. "About our son. Your word is law. Make it as you said to me, and I will be happy," she explained, using the best words she had to describe her feelings.

He leaned down and kissed her softly. "Tomorrow, before we leave, it will be done," he said, then kissed her forehead. "Sleep."

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Drogo laid awake despite his urgings for Daenerys to sleep, holding her tightly to his chest, his precious, precious girl. He wondered when the fuck he had gotten so possessive, so obsessed over a woman. When I married her. She is everything. His son was not going to be passed along to every woman with milk in her tits. His son belonged at his wife's breast alone. It hadn't occurred to him that she had worried about it. No more. He would tell the small band of midwives in the morning. Whoever Daenerys liked the most and felt the most at ease with would be the one to attend the birth of the Khal of Khals.

He would be not allowed to be with her while she was birthing anyway, so it was entirely up to her how she wanted this done, who she wanted there, and where she would have the baby. He would be pushed out the door and sent far away from her when her time came, sent to his bloodriders for feasting and entertainment. It was already being planned, this celebration, and it was shaping up to be bigger than any birth feast he'd ever been to. He would send Irri to help her understand it. Among the few things her brother did right in his lifetime was provide her with handmaidens who could speak both Dothraki and her Common Tongue.

He imagined what she would look like with a soon to term pregnant belly, and he groaned as his cock immediately sprung to life. This was either going to be a very long night for him, or he could nudge her awake quickly for a few minutes, and then they both could sleep. He thought about it, then gently shifted her over to her side facing away from him. He thought she was asleep until she started giggling and reached around to grab him. He groaned aloud and pressed his hips forward into her hand, and she sighed as she guided him to her.

He barely lasted four thrusts into her, moaning her name and spilling deeply into her, but he used his fingers to make up for it, touching and enjoying her climax as he withdrew from her long before he was ready. Would it always be this way? He didn't know, and didn't mind it. His Khaleesi enjoyed him as much as he enjoyed her, what else was there in life? A good fight, a good woman, and a son on the way. Life was very, very good, indeed.