Not One... (Page 85)

~~~(POV: Daenerys Targaryen)~~~

~~~(Location: Outside Margaery's Birthing Room, Narrow Sea, Dragonstone)~~~

~~~(Current Age: 17 Years)~~~

~~~(Date: 302 AC)~~~

"AAAAAAHHHHH!!!"

The turn of the year came with the final months that followed them, and Margaery had reached a size I had never in my three pregnancies.

"RAE!!!"

Mary... My dear friend... The time has come for her to bear the children she's carrying. I place my hand on the door and slowly open it. News reached me only a few minutes ago, and I've raced up here as fast as possible.

Rae is already sitting beside her, holding her hand as she cries out in pain. Calling out his name for comfort in this time of terrible pain.

She sees me enter the room, and a brief smile forms on her before it disappears. The sweat flies off her brow as she throws her head back, wailing in pain as she does.

"IT'S COMING!!! THEY'RE COMING!!!!"

The words leave her with haste as she gasps for air. Maesters and nurses wait at the bottom of the bed as some of them tend to the mother herself. Rae holds her hand as she pushes. Her knuckles turn white as she screams.

I make my way over to her and take the spot on the other side of the bed. Giving her other hand another to hold. She wastes no time taking the hand of support.

"UUUAAAGGG!!!"

A sound comes from Mary's lips. One mixed of a groan and a scream. Her hand grips mine tightly, and she takes another deep breath.

"RRRAAAAAHHHH!!!"

This time, it's a wail of effort and struggle.

"WAAA!!"

The sounds of a babe fill the room, and all our heads turn to see. Mary's pushing efforts are halted as we watch the babe be taken to the table at the corner of the room. Its cries never stopping. That is a good sign. Strong lungs and a voice to match.

"Lady Tyrell! You must keep pushing! There is another head!"

One of the Maesters brings the news that Mary isn't done yet. My attention turns to my good sister, and she's exhausted. Sweat and tears pour from every orifice.

Rae moves closer and helps lift her head. Kissing the side and whispering something in her ear. It's enough to light a fire in the woman as she takes a deep breath and sits up straight with the help of my brother.

"GET OUT OF ME!!! UUUUUGGGGHHHHHH!!!"

Another screaming voice full of struggle and pain comes from Mary. All I can do is look on in support. I'm a mother of three, but I've never given birth to more than one babe.

Her hand tightens around mine, and the same is said for Rae. He moves his body so Mary has him to lean on as she pushes. Seeing him do this for her shows how important this is to him. He did the same for me.

"WAAAHHH!!!"

Another cry comes between Mary's legs, and she collapses in Rae's chest. Resting her sweat-covered body against him. His arms wrap around her, helping her keep straight.

"Ha... Ha... Ha..."

The labored breathing of my good sister echoes in my mind. The same heavy breaths I had when I had given birth.

Both cries of the babes in the corner of the room take the attention of Mary. The Maester inspects to ensure no more children are coming, and he gives the all-clear. Mary is done with her pregnancy and her birth.

Two nurses bring the bundles to us, handing them to Mary. Rae leans over and looks at the two children.

"A boy and a girl, your Grace."

Just like Rae and me...

Mary's eyes start unleashing tears that aren't of pain but of joy. She hands the boy to Rae, and he holds him with the expertise of a father. Soon, the room clears out after the Maesters clean up and take care of everything.

It takes around an hour for them to do so, but everything has turned out well. The only ones left in the room are the three of us.

"They have your eyes, Rae... The white tufts of hair show they didn't take after me..."

The Targaryen blood is strong in the babes. That much is seen by how much they've taken after Rae.

"That they have... You've done so well, Mary... More than I ever asked of you."

He stands up with the child and gently rocks him in his arms. Mary has been thinking of names for a long time, and I don't know if Mary and Rae have talked about it. Perhaps Margaery gets to name one and Rae the other.

I move closer to the bed and take a seat on it. Wrapping an arm around Mary in a show of support.

"Blessed with a son and daughter on your first try. Lived to see them and will live to watch them grow. You're a great woman, Margaery. Not many can say they've done what you did today."

The words leave my lips as I know of only one royal to survive birthing twins, and that was Rae and I's mother. Queen Rhaella Targaryen.

"I didn't think I'd survive. You hear terrible stories about it. About childbirth. But now, they're here, and I never want to let them go."

Rae returns to the bed as Mary finishes talking, and he snuggles up on the other side of her. All three of us are huddled together as we look at the babes resting their tired forms.

"We talked about names... Have you decided on them?"

This is where I can't enter the conversation. Mary and Rae are the ones who decide the names of the babes. I only hope their names are worthy of the souls that carry them.

Rae gently gives their son to Mary and trades him for the daughter.

"I've decided her name shall be Rhaella Targaryen. In honor of our mother. It's only fitting that the woman who gave me life should have her name for one of my daughters."

He gently kisses the babes forehead as he speaks. I can't stop the tears from falling. It's incredible how much our family has grown...

"You should be the one to name our son. I'll not rob you of the right, my golden rose."

She smiles brightly as new and wet tears fall. She holds her son close and gently rocks him in her arms. I don't know what she'll name the boy, but I hope it's one that can carry the name of Targaryen.

"Rhaegar. His name will be Rhaegar."

I kiss the side of my sister's head as she decides to honor our dead eldest brother. Rhaella and Rhaegar. The firstborn twins of Raenon and Margaery.

A fine bloodline. House Targaryen and House Tyrell.

The future of our family is bright.

~~~(POV: Raenon Targaryen)~~~

~~~(Location: Balcony Connected To Bedroom, Narrow Sea, Dragonstone)~~~

~~~(Current Age: 17 Years)~~~

~~~(Date: 302 AC)~~~

Mary is soundly sleeping in the room behind me. The babes are being taken care of in another room. My second wife needs her rest, and she's taking it. As my thoughts rest on my two new children, the soft footsteps of a woman take my attention.

I turn around to my sister-wife. She's in a partially see-through gown. Showing off her best parts to me in a subtle way. She moves closer to me and places her hand on my bare chest. All I'm wearing are my cotton leggings.

"A father of five now... How does it feel..."

She leans in closer to me. Whispering in my ear as she does. She presses her body against mine and turns mine weak. She guides me to a couch on the balcony and sets me down.

Crawling onto my lap as she takes the top. Her hands glide through my hair, and her lips close to mine. Taking them without hesitation. Only parting for breath and my answer to her question.

"It's unbelievable... To come so far in such a short amount of time... We're almost there..."

Dany's hand ran along my muscles. Her breathing becomes heavy as she does. It's a pace that I'm familiar with. And one I'm sure she's been waiting for.

"After you left... I thought of myself with child again, but my bleed came. Denying me another... Now that you're here... I don't want to waste any time..."

Ah... Her goals are known now... She wishes for another child... A fourth from my sister... Three is already a lot from one woman... I worry if her body can handle giving more...

"What do you say... Care to give me another..."

Our kisses only part for breath and to speak. My hand glides up and down her back and finds the familiar place on her rear end. Squeezing them hard and moving them around in my hands.

Her head sinks into my nape as I play with her body.

"Then we shant waste time, my dragoness."

If my sister wants another child, I shall not deny her that. We've come too far and love each other too much to deny one another what we desire.

Another child isn't something I'm against.

In fact, I look forward to seeing her pregnant again. She has a certain glow about her.

A look that I find irresistible.

"Here's to you making me so before you leave again..."

Her breathless words are the last that is spoken before our passions take us.