Daenerys watched as Jorah looked to the wine, riddling out in his mind why she would refuse. Her fingers laced with his as she squeezed his hand.

"I am, my love," Daenerys smiled. "The Maester confirmed it this afternoon. He also believes that, based on how my belly has started to swell, it's a boy."

Daenerys grinned as she looked up to him. "Are you happy, beloved?"