Mother don't eat me / mother i'm trying so hard to be better
⠀ ⸺ ⠀House of the Dragon / Fire and blood
⠀ ⸺ ⠀male!oc x multiple
⠀ ⸺ ⠀cover made by @roguesmoon <3
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Chapter seven 𓃦 Seek for help
Though Baelor was able to sleep through the night as if there were no worries placed upon him, this time it was different. After twisting and turning for what seemed like hours, he finally pulled himself out of the bed and walked on the wide balcony, placing himself on the dark green couch. The cold breeze washed over him like the ocean over the shore before a blanket was placed over his shoulders. Without turning around, he sighed, "Genna, go back to bed."
"I cannot find sleep," his wife replied, moving around the furniture, sitting down on the edge of the sofa, far from her husband, a hand on her belly.
"Genna," Baelor sighed again before sliding off the couch and moving to her side, wrapping the thick blanket around her shoulders, despite her protests, "I believe you are more important to not get sick than I."
She tried to protest again but Baelor silenced whatever word wanted to leave her mouth with a kiss on the top of her forehead, just under her hairline. It felt like a punch in her guts. He moved away from her and sat back down on the edge of the couch, placing his legs on the small coffee table, "why can you not find sleep?"
Her fingers twisted the edge of the blanket, staring at the chipped nails, "the babe cannot seem to stop kicking me. I fear they know whenever their father is restless."
"Yeah?" Baelor asked, cocking his head to the side to watch her play with the blanket, almost as if she was nervous in his presence, "does the babe's mother also know when her husband is restless? Or is that just the babe?"
Genna finally looked up at his jest. Her brows furrowed, "why are you acting this way?"
He mirrored her expression, "act like what?"
"Nice."
A beat of silence washed over them and Baelor looked away, back towards the end of the balcony, eyes wandering to the night that took over King's Landing, "am I not supposed to be nice to you?"
Genna looked away, almost too ashamed to say, "you were not before."
"Because, Genna," he started, eyes wide with excitement as he pulled himself on the floor, on his knees, in front of the startled Genna, "things are looking bright for us, how can I not be?"
