Margaery smiled and kissed him again. "I promise to keep our child safe, until it's born and after." She cuddled in closer and nuzzled against his chest.
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Nine months passed slowly. Margaery was afflicted with sickness and headaches. It was difficult to keep certain foods down, some she avoided altogether. Margaery had stopped passing by the kitchens because the spices and scents overwhelmed her and often made her ill. All of this was normal, according to her grandmother. The Maester too said things were progressing smoothly and that the baby was healthy, though Margaery's belly was particularly large and round.
Olenna arrive shortly before Margaery was due to deliver - but a week passed after that and still the baby had not come nor shown signs of moving anytime soon.
Margaery sat in the lounge sunroom with Olenna and glowered almost resentfully to her belly. She couldn't remember the last time she had seen her feet. "You ought to be ashamed, you know," she told her unborn baby. "Torturing your mother like this."
"You were stubborn too, child," Olenna pointed out, sipping her tea. "You made your mother wait a good few days before you finally decided to come out of hiding."
"But I didn't make her swell this much and I didn't make her wait a whole week!" Margaery protested.
"I'll give you that - you have indeed grown particularly round," Olenna replied, again sipping her tea.
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Nine months passed slowly. Margaery was afflicted with sickness and headaches. It was difficult to keep certain foods down, some she avoided altogether. Margaery had stopped passing by the kitchens because the spices and scents overwhelmed her and often made her ill. All of this was normal, according to her grandmother. The Maester too said things were progressing smoothly and that the baby was healthy, though Margaery's belly was particularly large and round.
Olenna arrive shortly before Margaery was due to deliver - but a week passed after that and still the baby had not come nor shown signs of moving anytime soon.
Margaery sat in the lounge sunroom with Olenna and glowered almost resentfully to her belly. She couldn't remember the last time she had seen her feet. "You ought to be ashamed, you know," she told her unborn baby. "Torturing your mother like this."
"You were stubborn too, child," Olenna pointed out, sipping her tea. "You made your mother wait a good few days before you finally decided to come out of hiding."
"But I didn't make her swell this much and I didn't make her wait a whole week!" Margaery protested.
"I'll give you that - you have indeed grown particularly round," Olenna replied, again sipping her tea.
".....thank you, grandmother." Margaery snapped.