Renegade// Criston Cole / Davina Targaryen

14. Future Daddy

Davina quickly became obsessed with her baby boy. Aemond was perfection and to come from two very screwed up humans that was surprising. But he was. Aemond was her little smiling ball of light in the otherwise awful world.

Aemond loved Criston too which was a bonus when her baby and the man she was fucking got along. It made Criston seem less like just a good time fuck and more like someone that could stick around.

"You seem happy."

"Why wouldnt i be?" Davina countered.

"Just an observation."

"Daerons a cutie. Little thing." Davina added. Alicent nodded. "He hates jace."

"Of course he does." Alicent agreed.

"Gets his hatred from his mother clearly." Davina added.

"Clearly." Alicent mumbled. "She flaunts her privileged."

"I dont think im the right person to have this talk with because of who i am and my son." Davina cut in.

"But you are not heir and not making the same mistake over and over again."

"She only made it once over so far." Davina countered

"So far." Alicent agreed.

"Who can blame her look at harwin."

Criston cleared his throat clearly annoyed.

"Oh hey," Davina declared turing to him. "DIdnt see you there."

"Heir and spare you think i can be done?" Alicent questioned

"Didn't realize my brother had such an apitite." Davina countered. "For your sake i hope so."

Aemond smiled and davina gushed. Aemond laughed and davina couldnt help but reach out to tickle his little tummy. It didnt matter what her baby boy did. He was precious.

"Mama mama mama!" Aemond declared. It was his favorite word and his favorite person.

"Aemy aemy aemy!" Davina cooed kissing his face.

"Mama mama mama!" He echoed blushing.

"Aemy aemy aemy." She answered kissing him again as he locked little arms around her. Criston watched them go back and forth. Mama. Aemy. Mama. Aemy. Until aemond was all tuckered out and napping in davinas arms but no one dared move him to his crib. No. He wouldnt sleep there. It was in his mothers arms or he wouldnt sleep.

Criston didnt dare knock on the door when he saw aemond asleep. He wasnt sure he was excluded from furys chee toy if he woke aemond. So he entered and moved to davinas side. He still had her happy baby smile on her cheeks when she looked up at him from the bed.

Criston loved how pure her smile was with aemond. The world knew davina as calloused and bitter. Deadly and dangerous. Make no mistake criston knew her as these things as well but he also knew her as gentle. Compassionate. Tender hearted. That being said the knock and become furys chew toy still hung on the door.

"I didnt want to knock." Criston whispered moving across the room slowly. He didnt want the floor to creak and wake aemond. He was a light sleeper. He liked how natural it felt being with davina. How her chambers felt like his own. He spent enough time here. He even had a few of his things littered around her chambers. Some soare clothes, cuff links davina insisted he needed for special occasions. If she had to look like a goddess then he could look the part of sexy body guard.

He looked to the drawing on the desk he had drawn with aemond for davina. She kept everything aemond made her. No matter how ugly it was she found it precious and irreplaceable when aemond held it out to her with pride.

"Hey" Criston whispered his approach.

"Hi." Davina answered summoning him closer for a kiss which he gladly obliged

" there is a play in town. I was wondering if you wanted to go. Bring aemond of course-"

"A play?" Davina countered. " I used to see those with my father when I was little. Can't remember the last time I've been to a play."

" so is that a yes?"

" yes I'd like that very much." Davina agreed.

It was strange getting to feel mundane around criston because how she felt with anything but mundane and boring. She had been so used to her life as a princess at the normal things in her life the parties, the feast, the galas the tournaments. It all becomes so normal that she forgot about the simple pleasures she used to enjoy before moving to the capital.

He brought back life into her just as much as her son did.

"What do you think Aemy?" She whispered kissing his little sleeping head. "Should we go see a play with your future daddy?"