Chapter 62:

Chapter 62:

Author Note: This novel is around seventy percent done, so things will start to fall into place and stuff sooner than later!

So if you want to read chapters ahead what I have done so far, be sure to check my patren! I have fourteen chapters ahead!

Going on a writing rush today, so by the end of the night I should seventeen or eighteen chaps ahead!

Also I'm starting a new novel on my ptreon first! But it will come way later on, I will post here once I have 20 chapters at least on patren, I don't know if some of you remember at the beginning of this novel that I said I had a marvel gamer idea, well, I decided to flesh that out, with the first chapter already being on Patren.

For that novel the chapters are around 3000-4000 words per chapter.

The first chapter is 3400 words so yeah big bois

Again my dear people, just letting you sexy readers know but I will post here only after I have enough backup for a daily update! /cornbringer

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[Daenerys POV]

It has been a couple of weeks since Ronard decided to stay after an awful storm, and I was full of hope he would see our children's first breath of air, and it seemed that time was coming near, I could feel it.

This morning was very cold and for some reason my back ached a lot. Ronard wasn't on the bed, probably working on the office, so I staggered as I walked to find him.

Thirst filling my body with an unfathomable strength, drying my very core.

Deciding it was best to satiate this basic need first, I went to my night table and drank the cup of water that was placed there, as I stared at the cup feeling as if I was drinking air, not really satiating the feeling I had.

After finishing that unsatisfying cup of water, that did close to absolutely nothing, I decided to continue my quest to find Ronard, my mind and body needed him.

As I walked through the long castle halls that seemed to have become plains on their own right, I asked everyone if they had seen Ronard, nobody knew where he was, and by the looks of the ravens following me with worriedly looks through neither did they.

After a few hours looking, with noon coming close the backache increased, sending chills down my spine, working itself into a slow rhythm.

And with this It dawned on me very clear that my little chimeras were not waiting any longer.

"Where in the seven is that man," I growled desperate, he had to be here, this pain was as much his as it was mine.

My search for Ronard elongated until the afternoon, my backache had evolved and was encircling my entire being by this point I could do nothing but pant and whimper in pain, the steady rattle of rain dampening her moaning call for succor. The pain that started as nothing but a soft back pain had increased to waves of cramping agony that left me gasping for breath, and on and on, the Ravens at this point we're panicking, some even flew away to find Ronard, with the pain abstracting my feeling of time the became night in the blink of an eye.

Eventually I reached the room where she was at and with a kick strong enough to bust the door down, I ran towards my wife who just glared at me.

"Sorry, I was hunting," I said holding her hand.

"Traditions say" the doctor was about to tell me how I shouldn't be here, but the piercing and deadly gaze of my wife in pain was enough to shut him up.

"Where the fuck where you!" Daenerys asked panting with pain.

"I was hunting with Neltharion," I said explaining myself once again, while pointing to the scared dragon that was clutching with all his might to my chest with his tiny claws, still processing what happened.

"I hate you!" Daenerys growled, gripping my hand with enough strength to bring a normal man down.

"You don't," I whispered to her ear, letting her trash my poor hand all she wanted.

"I do right now!" Daenerys shouted pushing once more, her face being red for this immense effort she was putting.

This continued for a couple of hours and before we realized it we heard the sharp, angry, and surprisingly loud cry that thundered inside the room, before we could even process what we heard the doctor smiled as he said it was a boy.

The doctor handed the baby to me, so small, as if he knew I was his papa, the baby stopped crying tiny fingers curling around my pinky.

I never felt so powerless, so out of control.

I watched my son peer through brand new eyes at what must be such a strange world, with no fear, only wonder.

"I I" I tried to form a coherent sentence but my mind was drunk with emotions, tears flowing like a fucking river through my eyes.

A few moments after, a similar but equally sharp cry echoed the last one startling me a bit, thundering with equal strength inside the room.

"It's a girl!" The doctor said handing the baby girl to Daenerys.

With something reminiscent of a smile the little baby looks at us as with eyes filled with nothing but innocence, I smiled with a cracked chuckled as I see her tiny legs kick in a tiny jagged motion, looking for that resistance they are used to inside the womb, I guess.

"They are so beautiful," Daenerys said weakly, with a smile that could overthrow the sun.

By this point, my mind was partially back together, "They are," and nothing will ever harm them.

*Cawwwww! I am not crying you are*

*I need a tissue I need one cawwww!*

*Cawwwwww so caw beautiful!*

*We won't let anyone hurt them caw!*