Aegon was already more than seven months into his pregnancy, and now he was really regretting thinking this was easy. It wasn't, not in the slightest.

He was always fatigued and short of breath which he already hated, and a crazy insomniac from thinking about his unborn child.

Your child, actually. You were his loyal partner, staying with Aegon throughout the majority of it whenever you had time.

That made his anxiety ease just a bit, if not a ton, and with your help, Aegon was a bit more excited at the fact that the two of you would have a child running around and clinging to your legs.

With the afternoon's rays seeping in through his window, Aegon sat in a chair with a book in his hands as you kneeled in front of him, keeping a gentle hold on his large stomach.

He knew he could do this, but a wave of nausea hit Aegon which caused him to wince and shift just an inch or two.

His back was already killing him, and his emotions were already heightened by twenty times. He really didn't need to disgorge before supper.