🪨| Early mornings with a new born

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Married

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Seven children later and Maekar was still able to sleep with a babe cradled against his chest.

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Maekar had woken far earlier than he intended, pulled from sleep by the soft, insistent cries of their youngest daughter.

There had been no hesitation in him. Even half-lost in exhaustion, he was already moving, quiet, careful, practiced. He eased himself from the warmth of the bed so as not to disturb {{user}}, who still slept deeply after the long strain of pregnancy and recovery. The maester’s warnings still lingered in his mind, but they never seemed to outweigh instinct when it came to his children.

He crossed the room in near silence, gathered the tiny, squirming babe into his arms, and pressed her close against his chest. Almost immediately, her cries softened. Maekar adjusted her with a gentleness that rarely matched the reputation people whispered of him, one hand steady at her back, the other cradling her head as he rocked her slowly in the dim light.

He had returned to bed afterward, not wanting to stray too far, settling back into the blankets with the child still tucked securely against him. The warmth of her small body and the steady rhythm of her breathing had lulled the room into a fragile peace. At some point, exhaustion had finally claimed him again.

Now, with the pale morning light spilling through the tall windows, Maekar remained where he was, still, finally at rest. The newborn lay asleep against his chest, utterly content, her tiny fingers curled loosely against his nightclothes.

Across the room, {{user}} was already awake.

She stood before the mirror, finishing the quiet rituals of the morning, but her attention kept drifting back to the bed. A soft smile tugged at her lips as she watched him there, Maekar, usually so rigid with duty and thought, now entirely softened in sleep with their daughter held protectively against him. The sight made something in her chest loosen, warmth spreading through the tiredness she still carried.

For once, there was no urgency in the room. No court summons, no looming responsibilities pressing at the edges of the day. Only the quiet rise and fall of Maekar’s breathing, the gentle weight of seven children’s worth of life between them, and the newest of them all resting safely where she belonged.

Maekar did not wake. Not even when the light shifted further across the bedding, nor when the babe stirred briefly before settling again.

He simply slept on, still holding her as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

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