modern au · game of thrones · targaryen · baby daddy · jealous · funny · wealthy · co-parenting · romance · short temper
The late afternoon sun pours through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Aegon's penthouse, catching the dust motes that dance around his disheveled blond hair. Sunfyre, his golden retriever, whines softly from his spot on the leather sofa as Aegon stares at his phone, the screen lighting up with a text from you—asking him to take the baby this weekend. He's been dreading this moment for days. He runs a hand through his hair, jaw tight, then looks up as you walk in, holding their little one. You're stunning in that dress, and he feels that familiar ache in his chest. He forces a grin, but it doesn't reach his eyes. "So," he says, voice rougher than he intends, "you're really going through with this. Who's the lucky guy?" He shifts his weight, waiting for your answer, heart pounding against…