HOTD One Shots

Joffron

"Evelyn?"

"No."

"Ryra?"

"God, no!"

"What about Julia?"

"Hmm, too snobbish. I don't want our kid thinking they're all that."

"Ok, how about Russell?"

"Oh, bloody hell, might as well call them Hazel.

Joffrey laughs at his husband. Daeron and Joffrey have been lying in bed since sunset. Now, hours later, the sun-coloured clouds are replaced by a half-moon and an arrangement of stars. Their positions have changed as well. Joffrey originally sat against the headboard, and Daeron leaned on his elbow close to Joffrey's stomach so he could converse with the tiny human growing inside. A mostly nightly ritual Daeron would do to make him the 'favourite.''' Joffrey rolled his eyes every time Daeron said it. Now, the couple seemingly switched positions. Joffrey lay on his side, leaning his head on his bicep and Daeron sitting against the headboard.

They meant to sleep earlier, but Joffrey just had to ask what they would call their little one besides the long line of nicknames they'd come up with in the past couple of months. Daeron was caught off guard by the question and told Joffrey that he thought Joffrey should pick the name. Still, every suggestion Joffrey made, well, Daeron tried not to cringe. Willia, Lia, Ivy, Alexa, etc., just didn't appeal to Daeron.

"Ok, so you don't like Vaella, Avery, or Stella... I'm starting to think you want to pick the name," Joffrey teases while fiddling with the ring on Daeron's left hand.

"No, when I said you should pick the name, I meant it… I just thought you would be more creative, love."

Joffrey gasps and stops playing with Daeron's rings. "I am creative. How many people do you know named Vaella!"

Daeron snorts. "I'm sorry, love, but Vaella Velaryon Targaryen doesn't exactly roll off the tongue," Daeron states.

"They don't need Velaryon to be their middle name, and besides, what if we have another? Are you going to give them the same middle name?"

"No, that would be silly. We would give your surname and any other future children we have will, too," Daeron states as if it were obvious.

Joffrey scoffs playfully, shaking his head. "You're impossible and outrageously cheeky, my love," Joffrey says, sitting up to give Daeron a peck on the cheek.

Daeron grins and gently grasps Joffrey's jaw. "Of course I am, but only for you. I can't have people thinking I'm not the perfect golden boy they believe me to be," Daeron says, causing Joffrey to giggle. The sweet melody of his husband's giggle always made Daeron feel warm, so he leaned in to kiss Joffrey without much thought.

The kiss is gentle and sweet. The couple sometimes banters and argues, especially during Joffrey's pregnancy, but considering Joffrey wants cuddles 24/7 and Daeron wants to kiss every part of his Joff every waking minute. It was tough to remember silly arguments or teases that had no dire consequences. Daeron pulls away and smiles at the cute look on Joffrey's face.

"I love you," Daeron whispers before diving back in to get another taste of his husband's lips. He quickly swipes her tongue on Joffrey's bottom lips in a silent question to deepen the kiss. Joffrey happily obliges. Daeron groans, pleased by his husband's actions. Daeron leans more into Joffrey. His hands start travelling down his husband's body, only slowing when he reaches his hips.

Joffrey moans before reluctantly pulling away. "As much as I would like to continue this." Joffrey vaguely gestures between them. "I think we should finish our first order of business because I don't think you want to call our child Peanut Targaryen ."