randomosity | [For Jorah] A True Mother

Peace in the Seven Kingdoms.

It had been hard-won, but things were finally settling down. Daenerys had crushed the Lannister resistance and all its supporters with minimal casualties. Most of the Westerosi people were too happy to see the lions stripped of their power. Some were still wary of having a dragon on the throne again, but Daenerys had proven that she was not her father. Far from it, she was kind and forgiving - though not weak by any stretch of the imagination.

And she could not have been happier with Jorah by her side.

Nights in the Red Keep were hot enough, and every night he worked her into such a frenzy of lust that the scent of their bedroom seemed to smell perpetually of sweat and sex and love. Thus it came as no surprise to her maids when Daenerys once again began missing her bleeding, and as her breasts became fuller. Daenerys had not been certain that she could believe that, once again, she was pregnant. To be sure, without telling Jorah, she went to the Maester and had him test her to be certain.

It was true: Daenerys was pregnant.

Overjoyed, Daenerys instructed the servants that she would take dinner in her bedroom and to send the king consort to her when it was time for dinner. She waited patiently in their bedroom, in the balcony overlooking the city. The servants brought dinner and set it up on the table for them before leaving Daenerys alone to wait for Jorah. The wine had gone unpoured at her instructions, and the jug was on Jorah's side of the table. Daenerys could hardly contain her excitement.

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Jorah smirked as he looked to his wife. He paused for a moment before chasing after her to wrap his arms around her. He picked her up and spun her around in a large circle before moving her around so that he could toss her a few inches before catching her.

Daenerys gave a sharp yelp as Jorah lifted her into the air. When he tossed her up, she cried out again, bringing her arms around his neck and squeezing tightly. Jorys was beside himself with glee. He laughed and cried out joyously, jumping up and down as Jorah tossed his mother about. "Yay Papa!!"

Daenerys was not so enthused. She looked up to Jorah, but after a minute she couldn't help laughing and leaning in to kiss her husband. "Such a fool."

Jorah smiled when he seemed clear of his wife's wrath for tossing her about in such a manner. He flexed his muscles a bit more so that she could feel how securely he was currently holding her as he returned her kiss before nibbling on her ear. "I can hold you up all night if you so desire." He whispered into her ear.

Daenerys sighed softly at his gruff voice in her ear. Her violet eyes flashed as she looked up to him. "You will," she whispered playfully.

Jorys, no longer content to be amused by his father holding his mother so aloft, trotted up a bit and held his arms up to his father with a little pout. "Me too, Papa! Me too!!"

Daenerys smiled down at their son and looked to Jorah. "If you can handle it - I can probably lift him in my arms if you can lift us both."

Jorah smiled as he gave a nod to his wife. "I can handle the weight." He said with a smile as he lowered her enough to pick up their son as well. Honestly, Daenerys was still so light that her weight was not very difficult at all for him to hold both her and their son.

As Jorah lowered her, Jorys hopped happily, anxious to be up in the air again. Daenerys wrapped her arms around her son and lifted him up so Jorah could lift them both. For which she was rewarded with a quick kiss on the nose.

"My Mama!" Jorys proclaimed.

Daenerys smiled and kissed his chubby little cheek. "My baby."

"Ewww, Mama!" Jorys giggled in delight but mock-disgust of being kissed. Daenerys just grinned and moved to kiss him again, which made Jorys cry out again and laugh as he pushed her back.

Jorah smiled at both of them as he swung them around in a large circle with a proud smile on his face. "My family." He said as he spun them around and bounced them lightly in his arms before carrying all of them to the bed and gently tossing them onto the soft matress before pulled the pair of them into a tight hug.

Daenerys squeezed their son in her arms as Jorah spun them around. Jorys cried out with delight as they dropped to the bed. Daenerys bounced a bit on the bed before she settled into his embrace.

"Too tight Papa! Too tight!" Jorys yelped, squirming in Daenerys' arms to loosen Jorah's grip.

Jorah smiled as he loosened his grip slightly so as to not crush his family. He enjoyed holding them close and kissed Daenerys temple gently. "Sorry son, I am quite strong."

Daenerys smiled, leaning up to kiss Jorah's lips. "Strong like a bear." She was lost in his gaze for a moment as she stared up at him. Jorys, on the other hand, gave a happy little wiggle in his mother's grasp.

"The bear! The bear and the maiden fair!!" Jorys exclaimed. His father's sigil was the bear, of course he knew the song! Enough people referred to Jorah and Daenerys as 'The Bear and the Maiden Fair' nowadays that he would have picked it up either way.

Daenerys, however, was not remotely amused. She stared down at their son with wide violet eyes. "Jorys!" Jorys blinked at her tone but was soon grinning madly. Amused with his mother's expression.

[For Jorah] A True Mother

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