"... but don't worry, i'll sand down the throne before you'll ever get to sit on it." Aegon heard you chuckle at his whispered words and pouted. he was only trying to offer some soothing words to the restless little one growing inside of you! after all, the babe was nowadays much more active, always moving and kicking ― like it was intently listening and reacting to his parents words...

"don't laugh, my love, the throne is a safety hazard for such a small being!"

he has spent most of his days lately ― much to your shared joy ― just yapping complete nonsense to his growing child. his hands would splay over your grown stomach, feeling it move underneath his touch when you’d giggle at him.

it was just so sweet.