Margaery smiled. "They count, but you know how I love hearing your eloquent words and how you praise me." She kissed the corner of his mouth.

She hesitated a moment, pulling Aenar from her breast and lifting him to her shoulder to burp him. "Perhaps, my love, after this child, we might take a break? From conceiving I mean." Of course she didn't want the sex to stop. "I just...do not want to give birth so many times that my core loses its tightness."

That, and giving birth was risky. With each child they conceived, the more likely the possibility that she would die giving birth.