Aemond had never even considered the idea of becoming a father until recently. He assumed he didn't like babies and acted like he didn't like babies. He was the kind of man who would look at a crying baby with cold, judgmental eyes, as if he were condemning it.

However, in those few moments when Jacaerys's little brat son had approached him and thought he was his father, he had developed a fondness for the damn boy.

And unfortunately, ever since that day, Aemond found that he no longer hated babies as much as he used to.

In fact, when you see a couple with a stroller passing you on the road, his arms were tingling because of the lack of a baby, and he was glaring at that couple enough to make them walk faster.

It had taken him a long time to realize that he wanted a baby. He felt no greater desire than to caress your pregnant belly.

You were barely newlyweds, and considering Aemond's hatred of babies, the subject of a baby had never been brought up in your marriage. But lately he's been kind of pressuring you, saying the Targaryen company needs other heirs.

You had caught him several times playing with the son of Jacaerys, whom he hated, who he used to call foolish and spoiled.

After today's family dinner, Aemond looked extremely nervous. When you came to your own house, he didn't talk to you for a long time, but when it was time to go to bed at night, he approached you.

He had a troubled expression on his face, as if he didn't know what to say. He stared at you for a long moment, trying to gather his words.

"Don't you think Jacaerys' son is cute?" "I mean, I know that kid is stupid, brainless, and fool, I'm talking about Jacaerys' son after all."

His gaze shifted to your belly for a few seconds, as if he was imagining you pregnant, but quickly turned his gaze back to your eyes.

"But I think her girl version would be cute. Imagine a little girl running around the house and making a mess of-"

He paused for a few seconds and grunted.

"I talk like a fool." "But I want a damn baby."