chapter twenty-five, sweet boy.
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It had been several hours since Alana had been in labor, she was in the birthing chamber, she wore a nightgown provided by the midwives. The midwives suggested her to walk around to make the labor more sooner, Aegon wasn't allowed in the birthing chambers so he stood pacing, Alicent and Helaena also stood outside the birthing chambers despite Alana wanting Helaena to be with her, but it was no use.

Lysara helped Alana walk around the birthing chambers, all they could is wait until the midwives words of conformation. Lysara wiped the sweat off Alana's brow with a cloth. Despite Lysara's comfort to Alana, the contractions were becoming closer together and more intense, Alana would try keep the pained contractions to herself, but she couldn't help but let out a pained cry ever so often.

A midwife walked up to the pair, "My lady? May I check?" The older woman spoke to Alana, as Lysara kept wiping sweat off her brow.

Alana nodded weakly, and moved to the bed. The other midwives stood, ready to assist if anything happened. Alana slowly laid on the bed, with Lysara's help. The midwife quickly pulled up the bottom of the nightgown to check.

Alana looked at the ceiling, she felt violated with every look and touch the midwives had given her so far but the midwives didn't care, their only focus on delivering the babe safely.

The older midwife who checked Alana's dilation, nodded her head and smiled at Alana. "You're ready to push my lady."

Almost instantly, the other midwives got to work, preparing themselves for the babe's birth.

Lysara helped Alana, lean back against the pillows, spreading her legs open so the midwives could look better.

The midwife that helped Alana earlier spoke up, "Push, my lady." The midwife spoke.

Alana breathed in, clenching the sheets of the birthing bed. She used all her strength and pushed, biting on her lip to keep some of her noises at bay.

"Deep breaths my lady." A midwife spoke, which Alana did, "Now push again."

Alana let out a pained cry and she pushed again, it pain felt unbearable, her head fell back on the pillows, breathing.  The room smelt of sweat, of birthing fluid, and some herbs the midwives had used earlier. 

The sounds of the room were filled with Alana's ragged breathing along with her pained groans and moans, the wet squelching noise as the babe slowly was moving downwards.

After what felt like an eternity the midwifes spoke. "I can see the head my lady." The maesters and midwives had warned her this was the worst part.

Alana smiled weakly and pushed again, but it felt like the babe was actually ripping her apart. She leaned back on the bed as she felt some relief between her legs, there was a silence but then a cry echoed in the room.

"A healthy boy my lady." The midwife smiled, cleaning him off with a blanket and putting him in Alana's arms. He had a full head of silver curls, and violet eyes.

He still cried but as soon as he was put in Alana's arms his cries subsided into small whimpers. Suddenly the door opened revealing Aegon, who had worried eyes but as soon as his gaze landed on her and their child, his eyes softened.

"My love.." Aegon smiled, kneeling next to her as Lysara moved away from them.

"He has your hair..and eyes." Alana spoke weakly, her brown locks sticking onto her sweaty forehead.  Aegon ran his hand through the babe's silver curls.

"My lady..my prince." A midwife, walked up to them, "I need to see the child."

Alana nodded, a weary look on her face, as the midwife took him away, to cut his umbilical cord. The babe instantly started to cry again as he was away from Alana. His little cries broke both Alana and Aegon's heart.

"He looks a lot like you.." Alana smiled, her expression tired. Aegon looked back at wiped strands of her hair that stuck to her forehead.

"He does, doesn't he?" Aegon nodded, and looked back at the midwife, who walked back to give the babe back, Aegon held the babe, who was now wrapped in a more comfortable dark green blanket. His crying stopped as he was in his father's presence.

"What do you want his name to be?" Alana asked Aegon, her eyelids becoming more heavy she fought against it.

"Baelon." Aegon spoke, before he looked down at Baelon, who was now asleep comfortable.

Alana nodded and smiled, until yet another midwife came over interrupting the moment. "Would you like to call for a wet nurse?" The midwife asked.

"No, I shall do it myself." Alana spoke, her voice was a little hoarse from childbirth. She leaned back against the headboard, this was bed was very uncomfortable.

"Are you sur-" The midwife began to say, but was cut off by Aegon.

"She is sure." Aegon spoke, not even glancing at the midwife.

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It had been a few hours since Alana had given birth to Baelon. The midwives taught her how to breastfeed, despite their clear disapproval of her doing it herself.

Aegon sat on the edge of their bed, it was still bright outside. In his arms lay Baelon, who slept as Alana had just fed him.

Suddenly the door opened, revealing Alicent. Both Alana and Aegon's head looked up at her, Alicent gave them both a smile and walked to them, Otto Hightower behind her. Alicent's eyes immediately going on Baelon.

"Oh gods, look at his hair.." Alicent spoke softly, holding her arms out for Baelon, Aegon was hesitant but gave him to her.

Alicent held him in her arms, he was still wrapped in the dark green blanket from earlier. She smiled down at Baelon, her eyes filled with affection.

"He looks just like you Aegon." She smiled and looked at Aegon, slightly rocking Baelon in her arms.

"Congratulations my lady." Otto spoke, looking at Alana before looking at Aegon. "My prince." He spoke, using formalities even with his own grandson.

Aegon forced a polite smile, "Thank you." Aegon spoke for Alana and himself.

There was a slight tension in the room, no one speaking. Alicent continued to hold Baelon, rocking him whispering words to him. Otto remained standing silently, his gaze locked on Baelon.

"I shall go, again congratulations." Otto spoke, with a fake smile, before he walked to the door and left.

Aegon let out a sigh, before turning and looking at Alana, giving her a smile before looking back at Baelon and his mother.

Then the door opened yet again, revealing Helaena and Aemond. Helaena looked happily at Alana before looking at her mother and slowly walking over to them.

"Full head of hair." Helaena smiled, gently taking Baelon from her mother's grasp. "He looks just like you brother I think."

"Alana said the same thing." Aegon nodded, walking over to them, as Aemond stood with his hands clasped behind his back.

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i tried to write a good and realistic birthing scene but i tried