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𝖑avender 𝖍aze / now i'm in exile seein' you out.
chapter eighteen ━━━ the dragon twins.
[ house of the dragon ]

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𓆩❤︎𓆪┊Rebekah Targaryen didn't know what she was thinking getting herself knocked up and having a child. There had a bit of discomfort but overall it was an easy pregnancy.

The happiness she felt during her pregnancy was washed away by the pain she was feeling right now. In the middle of the night, she had begun her labors. The Maesters came into the room not hesitating to kneel beside the bed and hold her hand while on Rebekah's right, was Malyen holding her other hand.

"The pain will be over soon my love, the babe should be here soon," Mal said, trying to bring her some comfort. Behind him, the Maester had a swollen eye courtesy of Rebekah's shoe and the bruised lip was caused by Mal's fist. 

Mal had refused to leave her side and the people in the room did not try to dismiss him or anger Rebekah further. 

The Princess huffed and looked at her husband loathingly. She wanted to kill him. "I fucking hate you!"

Ophelia snickered behind her palm watching the crestfallen look on his face. He appeared extremely hurt by her words and while she had witnessed the love they had shared these past moons, the woman noticed how utterly smitten and obsessed he was over Rebekah. The Princess had him wrapped around her finger and Mal would follow after her like the loyal dog he was and viewed Rebekah as someone that could do no wrong. 

"Relax fish boy." Ophelia smoothed back Rebekah's damp hair and kissed her forehead. The man narrowed her eyes at her action. Now wasn't the time to be jealous. "It's the labor. She's pushing out a baby for god's sake so stop pouting." 

"No, NO!" Rebekah shouted this time, her eyes holding fire and resembling a fury dragon. "I'm speaking clearly Ophelia." 

She shot him another withering look, "You couldn't wait at least a couple of months before putting a baby in me!" she shrieked as another searing pain shot through her. Her hand tightened on Mal's as the man almost winced. "This is all your fault!"

Rebekah's breathing grows heavy and shakes her head, "I fucking hate this...how the hell did grandmother Alysanne do this thirteen times?" 

"Princess you must push." the Midwife coaxed but squeaked when Rebekah screamed at her, "SHUT UP!"

The unbearable pain was too much. How could Aemma go through this?

Mal never knew fear until now. He did not want to lose his wife. Ophelia shared the same sentiment. She could've picked anyone and yet chose a low-born girl with no name to be her handmaiden. 

Ophelia used her other hand to cup her face tenderly, "Just a bit more pain for a lifetime of happiness...now fucking push! You're Rebekah Targaryen, a dragon so be one!"

Rebekah let out a huff of frustration and screamed, ignoring the pain and the voices all around her as she pushed once more and the sounds of a baby cry made her fall back in her husband and friend's arms. 

"Oh praised the mother!"

"A boy Princess!"

A boy?

Everyone smiled as Rebekah let out a small sob and reached out for her baby. He was cleaned and wrapped in the blanket she had made before handing the newborn to the mother. 

Rebekah held her son close in a possessive manner and fell in love with the baby in her arms. He was absolutely perfect, she had held Alicent's babies before yes, but this was her son, her precious boy. 

"Aethan," Rebekah announced, sporting a wide grin at Mal who now held Aethan in his arms. A name that honored his late father. They also agreed that their surname would be Targaryen. Mal insisted that as he was a third-born son, his name would mean nothing. Despite Rebekah's protests, she eventually agreed.

Suddenly Rebekah felt another cramp. Mal show as cradling his son now that his wails ceased. he sniffed through his tears and worry replaced his features. 

Ophelia stood up from her spot and looked at the Maester. The midwife looked underneath Rebekah's dress and gasped making the two look at her. 

"What is it, woman? Spit it out!" Ophelia shouted, fear overtaking her face. 

"Another babe, Princess." the timid midwife squeaked out in fear. 

"Another one?" Mal yelled this time wide-eyed and looked down at Rebekah and gulped, seeing the deadly expression resting on her face.

Rebekah certainly wanted to kill him now. 

"Fucking hells Mal...I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" Rebekah yelled. After pushing once again and snapping at the midwives and Maester. She had delivered another baby. 

Mal held a mixture of shock and happiness that not only did he and his wife have one child but two. 

 "Another boy Princess!"

Rebekah lay on the pillows absolutely exhausted. She could hear the comforting words from her husband, whispering sweet loving words, and couldn't help but yank him forward and press a hard kiss on his lips. "Sorry about your hand."

"My hand is nothing compared to what you've been to love," Mal laughed, blinking back the tears while holding his secondborn son while Ophelia held Aethan with happy tears streaming down her face. 

The Summerhall Princess wore a tired yet joyful smile. 

"What will you name him?" Mal questioned. 

"Saeros Targaryen. My defender. This one will surely be a momma's boy." Rebekah whispered, cooing at the baby.

Moments later laid on the bed once again once the sheets were replaced and wore a clean dress breastfeeding her sons. Mal was sat next to her on the bed simply taking in the scene between the mother of his sons. He was proud of his wife's strength. His eyes filled with nothing but admiration and love for his little family. He felt content and happy seeing that he had everything he wanted. A family of his own. 

Rebekah couldn't believe that she was a mother now. It seemed that she was now processing that thought now as she peered down at the twins. 

She will do whatever it takes to protect them. Rebekah held them close and pressed a loving on on their heads, "My little dragons." 

"Our dragons." Mal kissed her lips and Rebekah cupped his face, bringing him close. 

The two parents watched the twins in adoration. 

Aethan and Saeros Targaryen. 

©𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘬𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦

Rebekah is a milf yall! Also, can we just talk about Mal Velaryon being utterly whipped for our summer princess? 

The twins and Aemond are going to be the same age. 

Taylor Swift came to Minneapolis and I WANTED TICKETS SO BAD BUT TICKETMASTER DECIDED TO BE A LIL B*****

Also can yall give me some faceclaims for the twins?