thestormlioness:

Relena had been warned of the pain childbirth would bring, and she had been warned of the discomfort it would bring to carry a child beneath your heart, but she had no idea how horrid the sickness would be. How she was supposed to keep up a healthy weight, when it seemed impossible to keep down any food. The young queen let out a groan, upon hearing her husband’s voice, she would have much rather seen one of her ladies of a maid.

“What are you doing here?”, Relena questioned, as she slowly got up. “Haven’t you heard? The court is it assumable in the throne room, I just send out several servants to make the order known.”, she informed Viserys. It had been several moons since their wedding night, and shortly after Maestr Pycella had proudly informed her that she was with child and quite honestly, Relena was almost impressed that the old fool had kept it to himself for so long, what the threat of the black cells could accomplish. But the queen’s had recently began showing, so far she had managed to hide her belly with the cut of her gowns but it became more and more difficult, and she had to order new corsets every month, it was about time to inform her subjects and the father of the child.

“I seem to have passed all the servants.” Viserys replied, thinking back on the day and somehow he managed to miss…”Oh, Oh! Tomas. He said something about the throne room but the boy has such a speech impediment…” Viserys recalled, dawning on him that was what the boy had been trying to inform him about. Viserys noticed how she hadn’t answered his question, only answering with one of her own. Typical poltical behavior, one he could play just as well. “Relena.” Viserys began, his own voice stern as he approached her. “You’re with child aren’t you?” His voice softened as he looked at her form. She was…wasn’t she? The odd nights of her coming and going from the bed and sleeping far from even the middle of the bed.

“Our child. You-” He could hear his voice crack at the idea…the reality of what she was carrying and he felt tears sting his eyes. “I’m-i’m going to be a father…Y-You, a mother…Relena!” He exclaimed her name, as he reached for her, attempting to pick her up in a hug and spin her around happily.

“Why…why didn’t you tell me when you found out? How long have you known-” Viserys sighed a dismissive ‘ahck’ and shook his head. “It matters not. What matters is you. You and our babe.”