You Belong With Me / Jon Snow / Davina Targaryen (3)

56. How are Babies Made?

"How are babies made?"

"Ask your mother." Tywin corrected.

"She was in a meeting." Nora countered. Tywin turned to look down at his youngest daughter.

"When you are older." He decided

"I want to know now though." Nora insisted. Tywins nostrils flared as he sucked in a quick breath.

Davina getting pregnant was another shift in the capital. Tywin was just getting used to jon and davina being married when bam now he had to come to terms with his daughter having sex. With her husband albeit but that wasnt anything any father wanted to picture.

But she was pregnant so yes. Baby. Sex. A shiver went up his spine.

"When you are married you will learn how babies are made. Not before." Tywin decided

"Oh," nora answered little lips puckered debating that answer. Tywin held his breath hoping it would suffice. "Okay. Thanks daddy." With that, she was skipping off.

"Thank the Gods." Tywin breathed back.

Davina knew she was supposed to feel like a goddess, she was growing life inside her and everyone claimed she was glowing. But she felt like a melon, looked like one too, she couldnt see her feet and her shoes didnt fit right. Her dresses well she wasnt going to be wearing any of those sexy little pieces any time soon.

"Daenerys lost her baby." Davina reminded avalon.

"It happens but try not to worry about that. She was in a tent in the desert. You will have the very best my dear." Avalon assured her.

"What if I dont make it?" Davina countered "its common-"

"You are going to be fine. I command it. Im queen i get what i want and you and your baby will be alive and perfect at the end of this." Avalon corrected. They both knew she had no power over that but davina liked her mothers confidence.

"I believe you." Davina agreed, hugging tight to Avalon.

"You are going to be a great mother. I just know it."

Davina wasnt so sure. Yes she loved her younger siblings but when they were little and got fussy she passed them off to her lother. Like any child would do. But she wasnt a child. She was a married woman with a child of her own on the way.

Davina liked that she was sleeping more since she got pregnant, this baby liked his rest. She was calling it now, she was having a boy. She woke up to the smell of sizzling meat. Cheesy eggs. Baked goods, ohh something sweet no doubt was reaching her nose.  But most importantly, Davina smelt a boiling hot cut of tea beside her, honey and cream making it a milky haze of goodness, the nectar of the gods. Davina rolled and stretched out before she stretched right off her bed.

"Davina!" Jon declared. 

"Ow," Davina murmured, Jon helped her up, checking her over. 

"Are you okay? What happened? Let me get a maester-"

"Jon I'm fine, I just forget I have a bit of extra weight on my stomach and rolled a little to far." 

"I'm going to get the maester-"

"I'm not an invalid." Davina corrected. "I'm perfectly fine. Dont start treating me with kid gloves now that I'm pregnant, I couldnt handle that." Davina demanded. 

"RIght... I'm sorry... are you sure you-"

"Let me drink my tea." Davina corrected. "Go get me whatever smells delicious." 

"RIght away my queen." Jon kissed her quickly before running off. 

"Now thats top class, royal service right there." Davina decided as she flopped back down in bed. She could see the next few moons being doted on hand and foot even more than usual. She didnt think she would mind it actually. Jon came back in with a platter of options. 

"I didnt know what you were in the mood for, what the baby might want so I just grabbed one of everything." Jon offered putting the tray down. 

"You are perfect. Never change, Jon."