Reign of Secrets 🦁😶

Chapter Four - Trouble

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This chapter is more filling than anything but I considered it important. It's the shortest one yet but to make up for it the next one will be the longest.

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4 weeks. They were four weeks away.

Okay now Jaime was worried. More than before.

One month. He was one month from becoming a father and he had no idea how to proceed.

The last sixteen weeks were.... Hard. To say the least. He had no idea how but they managed to keep their children's existence a secret. Or at least a secret from most.

Cersei decided to tell her handmaiden Claudia – under threat of death, of course, if she told anyone but the threat didn't stop her comment from being uttered under her breath 'I knew there was something going on'.

They also told her septa Arlenna – under the same threat, though the blonds didn't believe it was necessary with her because the woman had been with them since birth and through their mother's death, they trusted her.

Both of them helped hide Cersei when it started to became impossible to deny the clear bump, and with Jaime as Lord of Castely Rock in his father's place while he's in Kingslanding, it slowly became surprisingly easier for the five and ten girl to stay out of sight.

"Jaime..."

"Jaime."

"Jaime!"

Jaime looked up to meet his sister's eyes – she'd been calling his name but the distracted boy completely zoned out.

"Yes love?" He asked a little cautious of Cersei's temperament. But to his surprise she just smiled.

"Give me your hand." She said grabbing it a second later with a smile on her face – he was happy to see she was smiling, though the pregnancy was hard and had taken a toll on Cersei, she was also making the best out of the situation for the babies.

She took his hand and placed it on the – large – bump. A few seconds past of silence and Jaime was just about to ask what was wrong when he felt it.

A kick.

A strong, hard and very real and there kick.

"I would appreciated if our son would be just a little more gentle with his mothers organs" she winced "He kicks me as if he's already training for battle." Jaime just smiled – he loved feeling them move it was one of his new favorite things.

"You don't even know if it's a boy Cer – who knows maybe you just offended our little girl or girls" he said looking lightheartedly up at her.

"Oh god maybe our daughters are going to be assassins..."

They cracked up laughing.

"What are you knitting?" He asked when the laughter died down. Cersei absolutely hated knitting or sowing or anything ideally for women but as of late she seemed to be using the skills forced on her. When she didn't answer he moved to sit even closer then he was already on the couch.

"Nothing." The answer was quiet as she continue to move the needles, slightly turning away from him. "It's just a blanquette."

"A blanquette? Why are you knitting a blan–"

"Jaime it's a baby blanquette."

Well that shut him up.

"Let me see" he asked softly. Opening his hand towards her, not quite reaching but just offering.