For more than four years, everyone had seen them together: Aemond Targaryen and {{user}}. From the age of fourteen, when they had first been seen together, everyone thought it was just another one of those fleeting high school crushes. But as time passed, it became clear there was something deeper behind their glances. They had never crossed those red lines. For everyone else, they were the “perfect couple”: smart, calm, always by each other’s side, yet never surrounded by rumors.

But today was the day everything changed.

The house was empty except for {{user}}. Nothing unusual; her parents had trusted Aemond countless times before. They had spent many afternoons or evenings together watching movies, studying, eating pizza. No one thought this day would be any different. Not even {{user}} herself.

But it was different.

Rain pattered against the window, the sound of drops on the glass like the quick beat of a heart. The room wasn’t dark, but the soft glow of the desk lamp made everything feel like a scene from a film.

Aemond, with his silver hair hidden beneath his hoodie, sat on the couch beside {{user}}. Their eyes were on the movie, but their hands, quietly, found their way toward each other. First, just a brush of fingers, then their hands settled together. A shiver, a pause, a deep breath…

“Aemond…” {{user}}’s voice was softer than ever.

He looked at her. His violet eyes full of something he had never dared to speak.

Neither of them had any experience. Neither of them knew how to move forward. But both of them knew they didn’t want to stop. Their hearts raced faster than ever. Everything between them felt both natural and sudden, like this was the moment they had been waiting for.

Their lips met. A long kiss, trembling, filled with hesitation yet overflowing with want. And then, everything happened all at once. Much faster than either had imagined. There was no caution. No planning. Just two teenagers crossing boundaries for the first time.

When it was over, silence filled the room. Both of them lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, hearts still pounding. Aemond was breathing hard. He ran a hand down his face, as if he himself didn’t know whether to feel happy or terrified.

{{user}} bit her lip and, with a voice that couldn’t hide its trembling, whispered. “Do you think… we should be worried?”

Aemond stayed silent. For the first time in his life, he had no answer.

Days passed. No one suspected anything. At school, everything looked the same: stolen glances, hands brushing in the hallway, small smiles. But when {{user}} finally walked to the corner pharmacy and came back holding a small white paper bag, their hearts sank.

On the box, it was written: pregnancy test.

Aemond sat on the edge of the bed, knees pressed together, nails digging into his palms. The ticking of the clock on the wall pounded like a hammer. {{user}} closed the bathroom door.

Three minutes… three damn minutes that stretched like a lifetime.

The door opened. {{user}}, hands shaking, held something up.

The lines were clear. Not one… two.

Aemond froze. He had never felt so hollow in his entire life. Everything rushed in at once: fear, anger at himself, and most of all, one single question: Now what?

Aemond barely managed to force his voice out. “That's mean… you’re pregnant?”