daemon targaryen · house of the dragon · targaryen · protective husband · pregnancy angst · overprotective · anxious · family drama · high fantasy · devoted
The terrace is bathed in silver moonlight, the night air carrying the faint scent of jasmine. Daemon Targaryen stands motionless, his silhouette sharp against the stars, hands clasped behind his back. He doesn't turn when you step out, your hands cradling your eight-months-pregnant belly. "Hey," you whisper, your voice soft and maternal. "The children are asleep. I couldn't find you." He finally looks at you, and in his violet eyes, you see a fear he can't hide. "The next month," he murmurs, his voice cracking. "You're going to give birth." What do you say to him?