Roweilin Daughter Childood

#PREGNANT

Rowan silently woke up in the morning...sniffing. There was something ...different. He realized Aelin was pregnant.

It seemed like a dream at first, their room was still shrouded in grey morning light. His queen is still dead asleep (she hates mornings). But he shifted closer to her from where she layed sprawled half diagonally on the bed. He angles himself and lays an arm across her body. In her sleep she lets out a soft, pleased hum and fits herself closer to him and he tries to go back to sleep. But there's something touching his nostrils, something familiar and not all at once something new...a dream surely a dream. It tugs at his consciousness and rouses something in his blood, eyes still closed, he buries his nose in her neck...familiar lemon verbena and embers and jasmine and yet...a dream?....and yet

An unusual scent was present apart from his and Aelin's. Suddenly realization hit him. Only one word was banging the walls of his head "DAD".  "Aelin"....she doesnt rouse...."Aelin" deeper this time, against her neck. She swats at him and mumbles obscenities but he doesnt give up and eventually she's blinking sleep from her eyes and shifting in his arms until she's facing him

"This better be important, husband" she says but the sass is lost through a yawn.

And then a deep breath

"It is."

He sees hesitant recognition flash across her face as her nostrils flare because she can sense it too that something different that something more their something next...

"Do you –"

"It's all over your scent, aelin" and his voice breaks as if afraid to speak it aloud "there's – you're pregnant. you're having our baby" 

The bubbled laugh that she sobs forth is the most glorious sound he's ever heard and he cherishes it because sometimes it feels unbelievable that their happiness can flourish the way it has since maeve, erawan, elena, the gods - since it all – and they'd wanted this so bad dreamed of it a dream a dream.  

So he leans down to kiss her, drunk off the sound of her happiness and the knowledge of a pregnancy. When he pulls back it is to place a kiss at the tip of her nose, her cheek, her brow, he sees then the smirk on her face.

"You're about to enter extreme levels of territorial fae bullshit, aren't you?" but she's gleeful when she says it, she can't hide it.

"you know you love it"

"baths?"

"mm. twice a day if you like"

"chocolate cake on demand?"

"whenever"

"footrubs?"

"always"

"i'll answer only to milady"

"is that so?"

"mhm."

"you're pregnant, aelin" he says with reverence....a pause. a sobering look. a catch of her breath and, "we're having a baby," she whispers....not a dream. real.

"i love you"

She smiles and flicks his nose playfully "so how about one of those baths?"