Sammy

“A cat.” Egg answers helpfully, a smile on the boys face. Knowing what his father was actually asking but deciding to be difficult.

“I know it’s a cat what the fuck is it wearing?” Maekar demands, not paying attention to his second son as your husband enters.

“Caraxes there you are.” Aerion say walking over to the cat to pick it up. The cat purring the whole time, rubbing its face up against him. “You weren’t in your usual spot I was worried.”

“What the fuck.”

“Oh father, meet my dragon Caraxes.” Aerion say turning so his father can see that cat in all its glory. Fabric wings included. Maekar having been away for a few weeks visiting Baelor.

“Why is the cat wearing wings?” Maekar asks exasperatedly, just wanting one normal dinner for once. Baelor getting to have normal meals all the time, his children never dressing animals up in costumes or making potions.

“My wife made them.” Aerion reply’s with a smile, loving that you made them for him.

“Again, why is the cat wearing wings.”

“Well I tried them on Meleys and Vhagar but they just kept scratching me so I put them on Caraxes and she loves them.” He explains, knowing he probably should have tried Caraxes first as she’ll put up with anything. Daella once putting one of her doll’s dresses on the cat.

“You’ve broken my son.” Your father by law says looking at you. “He used to be normal.”

“Did he?” You and egg respond back both of you giving Maekar a look. You all knowing Aerion has always been odd.

“Well he used to be less obviously weird.”

-

“Do you know where Vermithor’s gone?” Aerion asks entering the solar, Caraxes following him. Still wearing her wings.

“He’s cuddling Rhae.” You respond knitting a new dragon snug as egg would like one, after finding Aerion’s. Noticing your husband turn around to leave. “Where are you going?”

“To collect my dragon.”

“Aerion no, he’s claimed her. Leave them be.” You say knowing the girl loves that cat, him loving her back as he’s been sneaking into her chambers every night to cuddle her.

“But he’s mine.” Aerion whines still not liking to share every though he’s a grown man.

“You have plenty of dragons she’s allowed one.” You say giving him a look.

“Fine.” He say admitting defeat as he sits next to you. Caraxes jumping into his lap wanting cuddles.

“What the fuck is wrong with my son.” Maekar mumbles to himself as he walks past the solar just having heard your conversation.

-

“Night my love.” Aerion says to you softly while you fall asleep in his arms.

“Night.” You mumble into his chest, seconds away from sleep when he continues talking.

“Night Caraxes, night Silverwing, night Vhagar, night Syrax, night Meleys, night Tessarion, night moondancer, night Sunfrye, night Morning.” He says saying goodnight to all the cats in your chambers, Vermithor with Rhae while seasmoke is sleeping in with Egg. Balarion sleeping beside Maekar’s head, the man denying it if it’s even brought up.

"Hi Daddy!" Maegor waves the coloring book at him and Aerion nearly jumps out of his skin. "Look! Mama did a tattoo!"

"Yeah? Let me see, bug." He sits up and reaches out for his son, letting Maegor climb up on his knee to show him the lipstick mark on the back of his hand. And he's saying things, but Aerion isn't listening to him. He's looking over his head at you. You look so fucking beautiful that his mouth is dry. He can't think. He's got his kid in his lap and he can't think about anything but you.

You're wearing a pink dress that's thin enough that he can see the shape of you under it. And there's a little bow in your hair that's not doing shit to contain all the volume of it. Your lips are slick and shiny and he's thinking about how they'd feel on him, if they'd be sticky. You're wearing these high heels that make your legs look a million miles long and he's actually looking at them. He's never looked at your shoes a day in his life. Your nails are painted this shimmery white and his brain is imagining them drawing blood down his back.

"Mommy's pretty," Maegor says, and he can see you blush out of the corner of his eye, the color rising up your chest, making your cleavage all flushed and he wants to bite it. "She got all dressed for Aunt Margee."

"Yeah," is all he can manage. "Looks nice."

You come over to give your son a kiss and Aerion actually watches your lips as they press to your son's cheek. He's imagining them on him. He's imagining how they'd part when he put his tongue in your mouth. How they'd look around him. Your perfume is making him dizzy. It's light and sweet and so unlike you that he's overwhelmed by it.

"Aerion, I'll pick him up around ten, okay?" You're looking at him now and he can see himself reflected in your eyes. He looks as stupid as he feels.

"Mhm. Sure." He watches you turn and walk away, your shoes making that clicking sound as you walk to your car. He wants to drop Maegor and run after you. He wants to grab you and kiss you and beg you to be with him again. He wants to apologize for every shitty thing he's ever done and kiss your feet. But he doesn't. He just sits there with his son in his lap and his heart in the backseat of your car, watching you drive off to a paint and sip where fucking Margaery will get to enjoy his girl.

The second you're gone and Maegor is watching cartoons inside, he's on the phone with a very drunk Daeron saying, "I need you to fuckin' shoot me." Because he's realized he wants to fuck you more than he wants his next breath. It's the most unholy he's ever felt.

By ten, he's only just started to breathe normally. He's taken a shower and tried to scrub the image of your legs in your pretty shoes from his brain. But when you come to pick up your son, he can smell the wine on you and see that your lipstick has faded some. You're back to looking like his girl again. There's a spot of red paint on your cheek, and you look perfect.

The second Maegor is in the car and asleep in his booster, he's pressing you up against the door and forcing your mouth open with his. He's licking the wine off your tongue and tasting the cherry on your lips and sucking all the air out of your lungs. You're gasping against him with your nails digging into his neck, and he's getting high off it. It's like he's finally functional again.

"You're so damn pretty, baby. Fuck you."

You're giggling against his lips and pulling back. He knows what you're going to say, that you've been drinking and Maegor is in the car, but he doesn't want to hear it. So he kisses you again and tries not to lose his goddamn mind when your hands find their way into his hair and you're laughing into his mouth as you tug on it until it stings.

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