Jon couldn’t help but watch her for a moment, his heart swelling. She looked serene, her long silver hair flowing around her shoulders, a stark contrast to the wildness of the storm outside. Their child would be born soon, and the weight of that realization pressed on him. This child, the first they had created together, would change everything. But for tonight, all that mattered was this moment.

He moved to the bed and climbed in beside her, the familiar weight of her presence comforting him. She shifted slightly to make room for him, her eyes meeting his as she smiled softly.

"You’re still beautiful, even with a little dragon inside of you," Jon murmured, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear.

She chuckled softly, her hand resting on her belly. "You always say that, Jon."

"I mean it," he said with a quiet sincerity. "My beautiful wife."

Jon’s fingers lightly traced over the swell of her belly, and he smiled. There was something magical about this moment. The child inside her was as much a part of him as it was of her—born of fire and ice, two worlds colliding.

As the flickering light from the fire danced across her features, Jon’s heart ached with the intensity of it all. He leaned forward, resting his head on her stomach. She laughed lightly at the contact, her fingers gently stroking his hair.

He pressed a soft kiss to her belly, whispering as though speaking directly to the child within.