"GODS―," the groans and curses that left your mouth were both entertaining and worrying to your husband. Aegon was by your side, of course, mouth twisted to something that was bordering on amusement and amazement, as you tightly squeezed his hand between your own.

he would have offered you wine if you weren't in such a delicate state..., but pushing out his heir was certainly not a drinking moment.

it was already overwhelming enough that so many people were fuzzing around you, prodding and pressing to encourage the natural birth.

so he tried to soothe you instead, "just breathe," but there was only so much he could do to help. and the subtle grin on his face was certainly not helping with your snappy mood...