House of the Dragon One-shots - Volume 2

Dad? - Aemond Targaryen

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He knew it would happen eventually, and yet, nothing could ever have prepared him for that moment. He was too shocked to say anything, and Helaena had a silly smile on her face, watching her lover's reaction. The babies couldn't stop babbling, and Jaehaerys, who was sitting on his uncle's lap, repeated "Da Aemon" over and over, as he tried to climb Aemond's upper body.

Da Aemon.

Da, Dad.

Aemon, Aemond.

Dad Aemond.

But of course that's how the children saw Aemond. He was there every afternoon, drinking tea with his favorite and only sister, and playing with his dearest nephew and niece. Aegon was never there, and even if the children were to be truly his, he had never been there not once. The King couldn't care less about the twins, he didn't know them, nor he did wanted to.

Their "father" had no idea that both babies liked to sleep cuddling their dragon eggs in their cribs. He had no idea that Jaehaera had started crawling, and that she was really fast for a baby. He had no idea that Jaehaerys couldn't say words, but he hummed the sad ballads that Helaena would sing for them to sleep. Aemond knew it all. He was there, he saw every moment with his own eye. He was the children's dad, and even they knew it. It ached his heart to know that even if that title felt right, he couldn't be called that out loud.

"Is uncle Aemond, little one." The prince murmured, kissing the baby's head.