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MAY, 2021

Dany awoke to an empty bed that Saturday morning with a hunger. Not for food, but for affection. The air conditioning chilled her naked body as she unfurled herself from the sheets and touched bare toes to the hardwood floor. In a sleepy haze, Dany grabbed the first of Jon's sweatshirts she found, not caring if it was dirty or not, and tugged it on as she padded out the bedroom and down the narrow hallway. It was a new house for her and her husband, less than six months lived in. Though only a modest three-bedroom, Dany still found the amount of space overwhelming. She liked to be cozy and confined, but she also understood their need for extra room going forward.

She followed the scent of coffee and soon found Jon in the dining area, sipping on said coffee and looking at his laptop screen. Billing. Jon hated billing.

Without a word, Dany lowered to her knees and crawled the rest of the way to Jon. She curled up beside his leg, butt on the area rug, arms around his legs, and her cheek rested against his knee.

Jon looked down at her with a smile and a flutter in his heart. He had no other choice but to finish up his work with one hand so he could pet Dany's head in slow strokes with the other. He was careful not to dip his fingers through her tresses, not wanting to tug on the tangles made by last night's love making.

She purred, her eyes fluttering shut as her body relaxed against his leg. For an hour, Jon worked at his laptop with his palm warming the side of Dany's head. For a while, Jon thought Dany had fallen asleep against him. It wouldn't be the first time. As soon as he got as much done as he was going to that morning, Jon shut his laptop and bent forward to press a kiss to the top of Dany's head.

“Good morning, Daisy,” Jon murmured, awakening Dany from her half-sleep. She hummed, fingertips dancing upon Jon's ankle. On any other Saturday morning, Jon would lift Dany onto his lap and make love to her, but this wasn't an average Saturday morning. He kissed her again. “Happy birthday.”

Finally, Dany peeled her eyes open and tilted her head up, batting her long lashes up at her husband. “Happy anniversary.”

Jon's next kiss was to Dany's lips, and as much as he longed to dip his tongue into her warm cavernous mouth, he knew it would only lead to sex, and there wasn't time for that. “Are you ready to get to work?”

Her nose scrunched with disapproval. “Can't we have a little fun first? It's still early.”

“There's lots to do. Everyone'll be here in a few hours. But. . .” He lifted a small smirk. “If you're a really good girl, and you help me get everything ready with enough time to spare, we can have some fun in the shower before I get you all squeaky clean.”

A grin stretched the width of Dany's face. Their master bathroom was twice the size of the one at the apartment, and came with a separate shower stall wide enough for Dany to bend fully over and plant her hands on the built in bench as Jon ravished her from behind. She shivered with arousal at the memory of their last shower quickie. It was never as good as being on their bed, sofa, floor, or even the kitchen counters, but it surpassed fucking on the bathroom sink, in Jon's car, in Dany's car, and atop the dining table, mostly because Dany could never shake the fear that it might collapse underneath her weight.

She had gained a few pounds in recent weeks, but it didn't effect Dany's self esteem the way she thought it might. It was hard to feel insecure about her body when the sexiest man she'd ever laid eyes on always looked at her like she was a either a yummy dessert or a hypnotic siren. Jon had to put her in sweat pants while they prepared the backyard for their festivities, just so he wouldn't be tempted to take her where she stood. It was harder to contain himself while they were both puttering in the kitchen, getting the food prepped for barbecuing. Whenever they crossed one another, Jon would feel Dany's body gently brush his own. Even after a year of marriage, the mere touch of Dany's butt against Jon's crotch made his dick hard, especially when he could tell how horny she was, too. He could smell it on her, and feel it in the way she shivered when his lips touched the side of her head.

They finished their chores with over an hour to spare, and just as Jon promised, he rewarded Dany for all her good work with sex and a long shower. When they were both washed clean, and Jon had shaved Dany's legs and underarms bare, he went about readying them both for their first ever party at their new home. Though, it was less a party and more just an informal barbecue get-together with their closest family and friends. Good vibes only. No negative energy allowed.

Jon fixed Dany up first, since that always took longest. He toweled her dry and ran a brush through her hair til the damp tresses were silky smooth. He picked out her outfit and dressed her: white thong, pastel sun dress, and strappy sandals. Before Jon decorated her face with a touch of makeup, he kissed her clean lips with three soft, lingering reward kisses.

Dany hummed against his mouth. It didn't matter how thoroughly Jon had fucked her just twenty minutes earlier. Her pussy was inflamed with lust, and the fact that Jon had been readying her before putting a stitch of clothing on himself only made matters worse. Even flaccid, Jon's cock aroused Dany's already insatiable appetite.

“Don't dirty those panties, Daisy,” Jon warned, “or I'll have to change them.” He knew well that Dany was hungering. It was obvious. By this point in their relationship, Jon could glance at her from the opposite side of a crowded room and be able to tell if she was wet or not.

She pouted. “It's not my fault you're so sexy.”

“What am I going to do with you?” Jon went to the closet. If he didn't dress soon, he feared Dany's unquenchable lust would rub off on him, and who would answer the door for their guests if he and Dany were shut up in their room all day fucking like animals?

Speaking of answering the door. . .

The house echoed with the chime of their doorbell. Jon hopped out of the closet, only having put his pants on half way. “What time is it?”

It was 1:30PM. A half hour before their guests were told to arrive. Jon groaned. He never understood some people's compulsion to arrive to parties early.

Dany stood. “Maybe it's a delivery. I'll get it.”

Jon didn't like it when Dany answered the front door. He much preferred to screen everyone who stepped onto their porch and verify for himself that they weren't a psycho-killer wanting to harm his wife. But he had little choice in his half-nude state, so he watched Dany skip out of the room without objection. But his paranoia made him dress quickly, and he was following in Dany's line to the front door as soon as he had his fly zipped and a clean shirt half buttoned up his torso.

“Mom?” Dany spoke, her voice laden with surprise.

Jon hooked an arm around Dany's waist as he joined her in the foyer, coming face to face with Rhaella Targaryen. He immediately gained the same shocked expression as Dany and quickly fastened the rest of his shirt buttons.

“What are you doing here?” Dany asked. She had given her parents her new address as soon as she and Jon moved, which was more than she could say for her parents' move, but never did her mother or father intimate that they wished to visit. In fact, Dany hadn't seen her parents in over a year. Not since they dropped in on her during their flight layover. But now, Dany looked her mom over and realized not only that she was alone, but that she had a suitcase beside her. The sight perplexed Dany further. “Are you on a trip?”

“No, no,” replied Rhaella with an airy smile and a wave of her hand. “I just wanted to pay my daughter a little visit.”

“You flew all the way to LA just for a little visit?” Dany wasn't buying it. “You never called or texted. What's going on?”

“Do you want to come in?” Jon asked. He may not have seen Dany's mom since before their wedding, but Rhaella was still his mother-in-law, and it felt weird to leave her standing on their porch while Dany tried to figure out what was going on.

“Yes. Thank you.” Rhaella never met Jon's eye. Merely swished her blonde hair behind her back and stepped through the doorway, leaving her suitcase on the porch for, presumably, Jon to carry in. He did so, and then joined his wife and mother-in-law in the living room. “What a quaint little home,” she mused, turning her head about and studying all the corners of the main living space. “You need something on these walls, though. I can have some of our old art pieces taken out of storage and shipped to you.”

“You don't have to do that,” Dany said. Her brows were furrowed, eyes studying her mother as intently as her mother studied their interior decorating.

“I'd love a tour,” Rhaella happily chirped. “Though, I suppose there isn't much else to see, is there?”

“Mom, what are you doing here?”

“Huh? I told you, dear. I wanted to pay you a visit.”

Dany huffed. “You hopped on a five hour plane ride without so much as a phone call, and without Dad, just to pay me a visit? He's not dead, is he? Surely you would have called if my only father had died, right?”

“Oh, don't be so dramatic.”

“Then where is he?”

Rhaella's chin downturned and her lips sealed. For the first time in forever, Dany actually witnessed her mother slouch. The sight softened Dany, her frustration turning to concern.

Jon flitted his gaze from Dany to Rhaella and back again as the two women had some sort of silent conversation. Getting the hint, he told Dany in a whisper that he would go finish getting ready. He kissed her cheek, then departed into their bedroom.

Alone with her mother – and Dany could not remember the last time she was alone with her mother – Dany asked Rhaella once more where Aerys was.

“He's at home,” Rhaella answered quietly, countenance like that of a lost puppy.

The grief entered Dany's soul even before her mother could confirm her suspicions. She'd never seen Rhaella cry before, and she did so with her arms around Dany and her face pressed to Dany's shoulder. Her tears stained Dany's flesh as she ran a palm up and down her mother's spine.

Aerys had been having an affair, Rhaella revealed through her sobs. It had been going on for years, since just after they moved to Florida, but Rhaella had only discovered their emails last night. A huge argument ensued, and it took all of Rhaella's courage to pack a bag and take a car to the airport. She hadn't even known where she was going until she spotted an early morning flight into LAX.

It was all so bizarre for Dany. She could hardly wrap her head around it all. It wasn't simply her father's infidelity, or the fact that her parents' marriage was likely over. It was that her mother was literally crying on Dany's shoulder. It was that Dany was comforting her mother, holding her close and stroking her back. When had Dany ever been granted comfort in Rhaella's arms? Resentment bubbled in Dany's chest. She soon backed away from her mother. “I'm sorry,” she mumbled. “Have you got a hotel?”

“No, not yet.” The absence of Dany's warmth forced Rhaella to right herself. She pulled a tissue from her purse and blotted her cheeks. “I suppose I should figure that out. I'm not really sure how.”

Dany sighed. “I can help you.”

Jon appeared from the hallway all spiffed up and ready to be his charming self for their guests, but right now he put all his energy into pretending like he hadn't heard Rhaella crying from the bedroom. Dany's tears were the only ones he knew how to deal with. Any opportunity to ignore someone else's was an opportunity he wouldn't pass up.

“It's almost two,” Jon told Dany, then turned to his mother-in-law. “Are you going to stay for the party?”

“Party?” Rhaella's eyes finally met Jon's, but only momentarily. “I didn't realize I was intruding.”

“You're not intruding,” Jon assured, but he could feel Dany's eyes on him and their reluctance to agree. “You're more than welcome to stay. We would have invited you, but with you living so far away. . .”

“Of course. No, no. I'm not dressed properly for a party.”

“Don't worry about that,” Jon replied. “It's just a barbecue. Nothing fancy. Quite the opposite actually. Just a few friends and family. My family, I mean. And you, if you'd like to stay. You can help us celebrate.”

“Celebrate?” asked Rhaella. “What's the special occasion?”

Jon turned his eyes to Dany, sharing an uncomfortable look. He could see in her countenance a small chunk of her heart chipping off. He cleared his throat. “Well, we're celebrating lots of things. Our anniversary is today. One year. And of course. . . um. . . Dany's birthday.”

Rhaella looked to her daughter, but Dany's gaze was already pointed at the floor. Rhaella opened her mouth to speak, but before the words made it up her throat, Dany was breezing through the living room and disappearing down he hall. The master bedroom door slammed shut a moment later.

A suffocating silence enveloped Jon and Rhaella. Jon was caught between anger over Rhaella's thoughtlessness and sympathy over her sullen expression. After a minute, Rhaella's voice quietly asked, “What's the date?”

“May sixteenth,” Jon answered.

Rhaella's head nodded slowly. “I should go.”

“You should stay.”

“No. I've upset her.”

“You leaving right now is not going to make anything better,” Jon insisted. “You came here for a reason. I don't know what that reason is, but if it has anything to do with wanting to spend time with your daughter, you need to actually do that. Today's an important day. It's good that you're here for her. But, only if you want to be here for her.”

The doorbell rang before Rhaella could make her decision. It was Missandei, Grey, and Nathan, now four years old. After happy greetings between them and Jon, Missandei noticed Rhaella and gained a shocked expression.

“Mrs. Targaryen!” she exclaimed. “It's been so long.”

“Oh,” Rhaella started, looking over her daughter's old friend and seeing she had a family of her own now. “Yes. Yes, it has been quite a while. Don't you all look precious.”

Under the hallway arch, Jon said, “You all catch up. I'm going to get Dany.”

Jon found his wife on their bed, scrunched in the fetal position and eyes staring blankly at the wall. He shut the door and rounded the bed. He crouched to her eye level. “Baby? Missi's here.”

Through a sad murmur, Dany asked, “Am I an idiot for being upset that my mother forgot my birthday?”

“No.”

“I'm not going out there if she's still here.”

“Dany. . .”

“Shouldn't I get to decide who gets to be here or not?” she argued.

“Today isn't just about you.” Jon's words were pointed, but true.

Dany groaned. “What happened to no negativity?”

“It's a party. There's always going to be some drama.”

“Which is exactly why I hate parties.”

“Come on, little girl.” Jon stood and hoisted Dany off the bed. He set her down before him and took her face into his hands. “She should be here. I invited my family.”

“You didn't invite your step-mom.”

Jon gave her a look that said “That's different,” and Dany immediately regretted her words.

The doorbell rang again, and they listened to someone, either Missandei or Grey, answer the door for whoever had just arrived. By the loudness of the new voice, it had to have been Robb.

“This was a ridiculous idea,” Dany said. “We should have just told everyone in an Instagram post. It worked so well for our wedding.”

Jon took a moment to kiss Dany before taking her hand and leading her out of the bedroom to get this party underway.

* * * * *

As more and more guests arrived, filling the backyard with chatter and the sweet sound of small children playing, Dany decided this wasn't such a ridiculous idea after all. And Jon was right. It was an important day. It wasn't simply Dany's birthday, and not simply their anniversary. It was a day to finally bring their separate lives together. Dany's friends with Jon's and Dany's colleagues with Jon's. And it was only fitting that Dany's family, her mother at least, should meet Jon's family, his siblings at least.

Dany was surprised that everyone on their guest list had shown up. It was a good thing Jon had gotten the Costco size package of hamburgers. She was glad that Robb and Talisa had brought little Ned with them, and that Sam and his wife, Gilly, had brought Sam Jr. It was refreshing to see Nathan play as the big kid for a change, showing the toddlers all the cool toys he had brought with him in his Pikachu backpack.

A few more of Jon's old work friends showed up, including Edd, but no one from Lannister & Baratheon. Jon had quit that position as soon as he saved enough to finally pay off his student loan debt, and he never saw it necessary to keep in touch with anyone from that office.

Tyrion, Dany's boss of more than a year, had shown up, something she had not expected, and he brought his wife along. Their intern-turned-law clerk, Podrick, arrived with them and had been making eyes at Sansa since first meeting the tall redhead. Naturally, though, Sansa did not notice the crush-vibes he was putting out. But if Podrick was anything like Jon, he'd be inviting himself over to her apartment by the time the burgers were done.

It was a bit awkward to have the Starks here, and Dany had been half-hoping they wouldn't show up, save for Talisa, whom Dany was very excited to see again. But, for Jon's benefit, she was happy they all came. Arya had somehow acquired a boyfriend and brought him along. It must have been a new relationship, because she was on her best behavior, still wanting to make a good impression, no doubt. Bran and his girlfriend had broken up for the fourth time, so he stuck close to Rickon through most of the event.

The way the young wives gravitated together by the playing children reminded Dany of that awful Holiday party at Lannister & Baratheon, but she took solace in that their conversations were much less tedious than those Cersei Lannister and Selyse Baratheon had been content to have. Maybe it was that they were all under thirty, but the conversation steered quickly onto sex.

“Don't look at me,” Gilly said with a disheartened shake of her head. “We've done it, like, twice since Sam Jr. was born.”

“Twice?” Dany gasped so sharply she nearly stumbled backwards. The other women laughed.

“It's hard with the baby!” Gilly exclaimed. She turned to Talisa. “You know what I'm talking about, right?”

A blush spread across Talisa's face. She was just as shy as Dany about discussing these matters explicitly, but Dany always assumed she and Robb had a good sex life. Even sober-Robb was energetic, and they had enough money to afford a part-time nanny for little Ned. But then Talisa explained, “Well, Robb works a lot. It's good for him. He likes working, but it means he isn't home very much. We do have a date night every Friday, because Robb tends to work through the weekends. We have a standing appointment with our babysitter, and she watches Ned while we go out to dinner, or to see a movie. By the time we get back home, Ned is usually asleep, so we send the babysitter home and, if it was a good date, we keep the date going, so to speak. But sometimes we're just too tired.”

Missandei shook her head. “That's how it goes. Grey works twelve hour shifts. Graveyard half the time, which means his sleep schedule is always wacked. When Nathan was younger, our sex life was, like, nonexistent. It's better now that he's getting older and he's sleeping through the night. But still, we're doing it twice a week, max.”

“Max?” Dany cast her bewildered look at Missandei. In college, Dany had gotten so used to having to stick earplugs in whenever Grey visited that she just assumed their high sex drives continued into marriage and parenthood.

The ladies laughed at Dany's shock once more. Missandei put an arm around Dany and addressed Talisa and Gilly. “She's only like this because she and Jon fuck, like, all the time.”

“No we don't!” Dany reflexively argued, her face turning beet red.

“Wait, how much is all the time?” Talisa curiously inquired.

“Watch,” began Missandei, like she was about to show the two women a magic trick. “Dany, how many times have you and Jon had sex today?”

“Only once,” she stated. In Dany's mind, the fact that she awoke at 9:00AM, five whole hours before this party's start time, and yet they only had sex once was proof they had an average sex life.

But the three women chuckled in disagreement.

“How many times did you have sex yesterday?” Missandei pressed, then told the others, “Keep in mind, it was a full work day for both of them.”

Dany thought on the question, hoping to give a normal answer. “Wait, what do you consider to be a single time?”

“How many times did you get off yesterday?” Talisa asked. Apparently her shyness only translated to talking of her own experiences.

Dany shifted awkwardly between her two feet. “That's not fair. I get off really easily with Jon, so obviously that number is going to be inflated.”

The women groaned in envy, taking that as an answer in itself.

“How many times did Jon get off?” Gilly asked, thinking that a better indication of how many rounds they went.

“Um. . .” Dany was hesitant. “Three. But that's only because we both came home for lunch!”

“Lord Almighty,” Talisa breathed, shaking her head.

Missandei was giggling beside Dany. “Okay, ballpark estimate. . . How many hours did you spend yesterday having sex? Including foreplay.”

“Including foreplay?” Dany grimaced, knowing this answer was certainly going to tank her case of normalcy. But that was only because foreplay tended to begin as soon as they were alone together. It didn't mean they were constantly having intercourse, but the teasing and the coaxing and the all around experience of their lovemaking was a very extensive process that just happened naturally as soon as they got home from work and, often times, did not fully end until they both fell asleep. “Maybe. . . six. Seven, tops.”

“Seven?!” All three women shouted at once. Even Missandei's eyes bugged out of her head, not expecting a number quite so high. She began to fan herself with her hand. “No wonder you never have to go to the gym. I think I need a drink.”

“There's beer in the cooler by the back door, with some soda also. And there's wine in the kitchen,” Dany said, anxious to change the subject.

“Anyone want anything?” asked Missandei.

The others shook their heads. After Missandei left, Talisa scanned the yard for her husband. “I should go check on Robb,” she said, and Dany immediately felt guilty for even making alcohol available at this event. Robb had been doing well in his sobriety, but Dany knew enough of addiction to know that it only takes one moment to bring down a mountain of progress.

“I'll keep an eye on the kids,” Gilly offered, and Talisa was soon headed toward the grill where, naturally, all the husbands gathered, probably talking about the same things the wives had been discussing. Dany supposed she didn't deserve to be anxious about that when she had just divulged how many times Jon ejaculated the day before.

But, across the yard and under the shade of the patio awning, Jon, along with Grey, Sam, and Robb were caught up in a heated discussion about barbecuing techniques.

“Look at me!” Grey exclaimed. “I'm the barbecuing master. And the master says, salt and pepper ain't gonna cut it. You need to put some chili powder on those patties or something.”

“Chili powder? What about the halibut?” Jon asked.

“Fish?” Grey balked. “I don't know how to barbecue fish.”

“So much for being the barbecue master,” Robb laughed.

“Who barbecues fish?!” Grey retorted.

Jon shook his head. “I'm just going to google it.”

When Dany saw Jon pulling out his phone, she just hoped he wasn't about to show any of the guys the nudes she'd texted him on her particularly naughty days. He wouldn't do that. He was probably just looking up how to cook the fish.

“It's going to change when you have kids,” Gilly said, bringing Dany back to their conversation. “Your life is going to be all about dirty diapers, bottles, and nonstop crying. You won't be able to walk two feet in your home without stepping on a baby sock or a pacifier. Unless you two aren't planning to have kids, which is totally cool. I'm just saying--”

Right on cue, Gilly was pulled away from her thought by the high pitched wail of Sam Jr. He'd been bumbling about behind them until he tripped over his wobbly legs and face-planted. Dany watched, chewing on her bottom lip contemplatively, as Gilly soothed her fallen son. He dropped into her lap and cried against her pants.

That was the sort of mother Dany wanted to be. The kind to come running when she heard her child's cries. She wanted to be a nurturer. She wanted to give her child what she never received growing up, and what Jon never received. But the thought of simply being a mother diminishing her relationship with Jon in any way did not sit well in her stomach. She wanted more. She wanted her family to grow. But she didn't want what she had currently to suffer because of it.

Her and Jon's eyes connected from across the yard. He smiled at her like he was proud of her. For what? Dany wasn't sure. But it was everything to Dany in that moment to know that Jon could make her feel loved with a single smile.

* * * * *

“Are you okay?” Dany slid onto the picnic bench beside where her mother had been sitting, religiously sanitizing her hands and flinching if ever a bee buzzed too close.

“If you had purchased a home with a decent dining room, you could have gotten a table large enough to fit all of your friends rather than forcing everyone to eat outdoors like animals.”

Dany smiled and put her hand atop Rhaella's. “Are you going to go back to Dad?”

“Oh, well. . . I'll give him some time to apologize to me properly, and then I'll get out of your hair.”

Dany's smile fell. What exactly would a proper apology be from a man who cheated on his wife for nearly a decade? “I'm glad you left, Mom. He's a pig.”

“He's your father,” Rhaella snapped.

“I don't care,” Dany stated calmly. “He makes me miserable, and I don't want him to make you miserable either.”

“What do you propose I do?”

“Divorce him.”

“And do what?”

“Anything. You can do anything you want, Mom.”

Robb was put on serving duty and was going around handing burgers on paper plates to the guests. He set one in front of Dany with a bow. “For you, m'Lady.”

“Thank you,” Dany chuckled. “I'm mad at you, though.”

He stepped back and cocked a curious eyebrow.

“I noticed a gift bag in the house with you and Talisa's name on it. I told you not to get me anything.”

He smiled charmingly. “Don't be mad at me. Talisa picked it out and wrote both our names on it. I don't even know what it is. Oh!” He'd had a cold can of Sprite in his hand and set it in front of Dany. “Thought you'd want this.” He winked before leaning down and pressing a kiss to the top of Dany's head. He wished her a happy birthday before sauntering off to finish his duties, and Dany watched him go with a suspicious eye.

“You shouldn't let him do that,” Rhaella warned her daughter. “It's inappropriate.”

“It's okay, Mom.”

“Your husband is right there,” Rhaella said, motioning to where Jon stood at the grill.

Dany smiled. At least her mother was accepting that Jon was her husband. Baby steps. “That was my brother-in-law. He's a lot, but he's my family now. Don't worry about it.”

“Is that why you didn't invite me to this. . . event. Because you don't think of me as your family anymore?”

Dany sighed down at her burger as she situated the lettuce and tomato in just the right fashion. She reached across the table and took the bottle of Ketchup Bran had just finished using to wet his own burger. “You'll always be my family, Mom. I just didn't think you'd be interested in coming.”

“Oh, Dany. Let me find you a fork and knife.”

“It's a burger,” Dany laughed. “You're not supposed to eat it with a fork and knife.” She closed her burger with the top bun and scooped everything up into her small hands. Rhaella cringed when Dany took a large bite, a drop of ketchup falling to her chin. Rhaella was quick to pull a tissue from her purse and swipe it away before it could stain Dany's dress.

“Well, I'm not eating one of those,” Rhaella stubbornly insisted. Not a moment later, Jon was at their table, setting a Corelle plate in front of his mother-in-law. It was topped with an impeccably, or at least decently, grilled piece of halibut.

Dany smiled gratefully up at him when he so aptly presented Rhaella with a silver knife and fork.

“Now this looks okay,” Rhaella admitted, taking hold of the cutlery and studying closely the fish before her.

Not exactly a compliment, but Jon would take what he could get.

“Thank you, honey,” Dany said on behalf of her mother.

Jon leaned down and met Dany's lips in a short kiss. “You're welcome, Daisy.”

When Jon was gone, Rhaella inquired as to why Jon had just called her daughter Daisy.

“It's just a nickname,” Dany explained. “He's been calling me that since we were kids.”

“I don't know how I feel about that,” said Rhaella with dismay as she cut into her food. “He should call you Daenerys, or Dany. That's the name that we gave you. He can't just rename you. And, Daisy? Sounds like a dog's name. Or the name of a porcelain doll. It's not suitable for a woman.”

“Mom.” Dany wouldn't respond until Rhaella was turned in her seat and meeting Dany's pointed stare. “I love you, but I don't care what you think is suitable. You chose the life you wanted to live. Now, I am choosing the life that I want to live. I chose to be with Jon, and to share my life with him. We chose this house together, because we both love it and because we didn't want a giant dining room with a twelve foot table. We chose to celebrate today by eating finger food outside because it's a beautiful day, and because we don't need fancy stuff to be happy. And. . . we chose not to invite you and Dad because I knew you would only be judgmental, and we really wanted today to be positive, because it's a big day for us. I'm glad you're here, Mom, but I need you to try harder to be positive. Jon's been really nice to you, and I'd like you to be nice to him back.”

Rhaella silently processed her daughter's words. So much to unpack. Before she could grasp onto a proper response, that would not drive Dany further away from her, Jon was back at the table. Everyone had gotten a plate, and he was now ready to dig in himself. He pulled a fold-out chair up to the end of the table, just adjacent to Dany, and sat down.

“How is it?” he asked Rhaella, referring to the food.

“Oh.” Rhaella snapped out of her thoughts and quickly carved off a small bite of the halibut and tasted it. She hummed. “It is surprisingly good.”

Content with the answer, and with himself, Jon lifted his burger and dropped his jaw. He took a massive bite that left him covering his mouth with his hand just to keep everything contained. Dany chuckled and shook her head. Some things never change.

Jon finished eating well before Dany, but as soon as she was full, Jon was taking her hand and leading her into the house. Dany didn't ask questions. She let Jon pull her into their master bathroom with an amused smile. All the dots connected when Jon dug a bottle of sunscreen out of the medicine cabinet. He kissed her before turning her around and coating her arms, shoulders, and back with the white lotion.

“You and your mom have a good conversation?” Jon asked as he massaged the lotion onto her chest above the neckline of her dress.

“Define good. She did call you my husband, though. I figure that's a good sign.”

Jon dropped to one knee, squeezed a hardy amount of sunscreen into his palms and began rubbing it into Dany's pale legs. “Are you going to invite her to stay here with us?”

Dany snorted. “No. Definitely not. Where would she sleep? The sofa? Can you imagine? I'll help her book a hotel once everyone has gone home.”

“It's okay with me if she stays for a while.”

Dany cast a suspicious look down at Jon. “Why are you being so hospitable toward her?”

“I don't know.” Jon finished Dany's legs, but remained stooped, staring up at her. “I guess I just feel bad for anyone who doesn't get to be a part of your life.”

“She didn't want to be a part of my life. I'm not the one who pushed her away. She's the one--”

“I know,” Jon assured. “But things are changing. If there's a chance that she can get better, I think that's a good thing. And she's already put in a big effort. I mean, she's sitting at a picnic table with no table cloth on it.”

Dany chuckled. “I would like her to be a part of our lives. It's just the judgment I can't take. It's not going to set a good example.”

Jon stood. “Let's get back out there.”

A large sheet cake was cut and served on behalf of Dany's birthday, but there was absolutely no singing, per the birthday girl's request. Jon would sing to her later, he decided. He did make her blow out twenty-eight candles, though, and when he asked what she wished for, Dany merely winked and said it was a secret.

When afternoon turned to evening, Jon stood up before all their guests before they could begin filtering home. He tapped his car key against the neck of his beer bottle and gathered everyone's attention. “In case the cake wasn't enough of an indicator, today is Dany's birthday. It also happens to be our one year wedding anniversary. What can I say? I asked what she wanted for her birthday, and she said a wedding.”

A chorus of chuckles waved through the audience. Dany cracked a smile, shaking her head at the joke Jon has told a dozen times in the last year.

“And I was not about to deny her,” Jon continued. “Who am I kidding? I was ready to marry her the first time we were alone together. Which, by the way, was in the girl's bathroom at our prep school. It's a long story, but we were standing in the same stall, and Dany was assuring me that she didn't have a stutter. She just wasn't very good at talking in front of people. Well, that was a long time ago, and she's pretty good at it now, as I'm sure her boss can attest. So, I will let her tell all of you the real reason we invited you here today.”

Everyone looked to Dany, who stood beside Jon, a second can of Sprite cooling her palms. She laughed nervously under so many eyes. “It's true,” she said. “I don't stutter anymore, but it does feel like the temperature went up a few degrees.”

Jon curved an arm around Dany's shoulders for support.

“It is my birthday,” she continued. “And it's our anniversary. But, today is also very special for another very special reason, and that is that today. . .” Her mouth stretched in a wide grin, “today is the first day of my second trimester.” She pressed a hand to her still-small belly. “I am pregnant. We're having a baby.”

When their guests erupted in cheers, whistles, and congratulatory shouts from every corner of the yard, Dany's face turned beet red. She turned into Jon's arms and pressed her nose to his shoulder, giggling against his shirt as he held her with one arm. His mouth rested atop her head and gave a series of kisses there. He could tell his wife was happy. It made his heart thump hard in his chest, so hard Dany could feel it against her own chest.

The baby may be both of theirs, but Dany was the one deserving of all the well-wishes. While she was caught in a whirlwind of hugs, cheek kisses, and unsolicited advice, Jon slipped into the house to take his pills. He kept his pill bottles in the kitchen, and took them with a glass of water, deciding two beers was as much as he could do without worrying about negative effects. When he emerged from the kitchen, he noticed Rhaella in the living room, standing idyll before the fireplace mantle.

Jon approached cautiously, suspecting that Dany had acquired her jumpiness from her mother's side of the family.

“Are you alright?” he asked her.

She'd been staring at the framed photos lined up along the wooden beam. So far, those photos were the only “artwork” decorating the home. Despite the bare walls, Jon and Dany decided these few pictures warmed up the space more than band posters or abstract artwork ever could.

“What's this from?” she asked, picking up a golden frame.

“That's from our wedding.”

“Oh, it can't be,” Rhaella quietly argued, not peeling her eyes from the photo of Jon and Dany. “What is she wearing? Not a bra, obviously. And who is that strange man in the background?”

Jon struggled not to chuckle. “That's Elvis. Well, his real name is something like Alan Mortinson. Nice guy.”

Rhaella's head shook with dismay. “And who took this photo? Clearly not a professional. Had you hired a professional photographer, he would have edited Elvis out of it.”

“Missandei took the picture.”

Finally, Rhaella turned her head, staring her blue eyes into Jon's. The same eyes as Dany. It was surreal for him, being looked at in such a way by the exact eyes that made him melt on a daily basis. His first instinct was to comfort her, but these were not Dany's eyes, and they did not make him melt.

“I thought you two eloped,” she said.

“We did. But. . . Dany wanted her support system there with her, so Missi and her husband came up to Vegas with us.”

Rhaella put the photo down. “She didn't tell us about the wedding until she called to give us her new address. Aerys was livid.”

Jon didn't know how to respond, so they fell into silence. When it turned uncomfortable, Rhaella cleared her throat and asked, “Where did Daisy come from?”

With a small smile, Jon explained the origin of the nickname, about Harrenhal and the ignorant teachers who couldn't be bothered to get Dany's name right, about Dany's nerves and her inability to ever correct anyone. “When I found out her name wasn't Daisy, I was a little disappointed, since it's so cute. Thankfully, she likes it when I call her that. Obviously, I wouldn't if she didn't. I think the name Daenerys is beautiful.”

Usually, when Jon told that story, people crooned about how precious it was. But Rhaella did not croon. She seemed to understand it the precise way that Jon did. It was a story about a very sad and anxious girl who just wanted someone to know who she was. It wasn't the name Daisy that angered Dany so. It was that no one cared what her real name was. It was that no one had ever given her the option. She was either Dany or she was Daisy. It wasn't until Jon that she got to decide to be both.

With a sadness to her proper tone, Rhaella quietly asked, “How long do you think it would have taken her to tell me she's pregnant, had I not shown up here out of the blue?”

“I don't know,” Jon answered honestly. He always told Dany she never needed to tell anyone anything unless she truly wanted them to know. But this was different. Their child won't just be his and Dany's child. It will also be Rhaella and Aerys's grandchild. Whether or not they had a right to know was something Jon had not yet discerned in the weeks since finding out about the pregnancy.

“Probably not til she popped the thing out,” Rhaella decided morosely.

Jon decided to let 'the thing' slide for the sake of his mother-in-law's melancholy, but the comment did put an edge to his tone. “I'm sure she would have told you soon.”

“I'm her mother,” Rhaella said. “She should have called me the moment she found out. That's what daughters do when they find out something like this. They call their mothers and tell them.”

Jon frowned, remembering when Dany tried to tell her mom about the miscarriage a year and a half ago. She was still in the hospital, high on morphine, and the only person she wanted to call was Rhaella. But Rhaella was too impatient, to dismissive. Dany never felt comforted around her mother.

“When did you find out?” Rhaella asked.

* * * * *

APRIL, 2021

Jon had come home late from work, overcome by guilt. He had promised Dany he'd be home by six, but had to text her not long before that time that he needed an extra hour at work, at least. He'd gotten a new position at a defense firm for the extra money, but was already missing public defending. It was gritty, and paid shit, but he missed the hustle and the ability to work from home half the time. All day behind a desk was torture.

“Dany!” he called out. All the lights in the house were off, save for a soft beam coming from the master bedroom. “Where are you?” Jon asked when he walked into the bedroom and didn't see her. The light had been coming from the en-suite, the door cracked a mere foot. Jon dropped his briefcase on the bed and pushed open the door. “Daisy. . .”

She was sitting on the floor, cramped in a corner where the wall met the vanity. She had her knees tucked up to her chest and her eyes were full of something between worry and sadness. Her hair was down, trapped behind her back, and she was dressed only in Jon's hoodie. The old brown one, which she wore only when desperate for extra comfort.

“What's wrong?” he quickly asked, dropping to his knees beside her.

Her eyes followed him. She'd been crying, but the tears were long dry. “You were right.” She lowered her knees a brought her hands from her lap. She held a white pregnancy test.

Jon took it, and studied it, noticing the two blue lines running parallel to each other on the little round screen. There was a key right beneath the screen on the stick. One line meant not pregnant, two meant pregnant.

“That's the second one,” Dany explained. She pointed to the counter top where the first test lied. Jon stood and saw that stick read with two blue lines as well.

His first instinct was to smile. He grinned ear to ear. A father. But his face fell quickly, remembering Dany's expression. Leaving both tests on the counter, Jon stooped down again and rested his hands on her bare knees. “I thought you were going to wait til I got home,” he gently said.

“I couldn't. Ever since you said that thing about me probably being pregnant, I've been freaking out all day. I even went home early. I told Tyrion I was sick. When you texted you were going to be late, I just couldn't hold out any longer.” She sniffled, fresh tears budding to the surface. “I'm sorry.”

“It's okay, baby.” Jon turned and sat just beside Dany and pressed himself close to her, cocooning her on three sides between the vanity cabinets, the wall behind her, and Jon's body. She always felt safest when there was nowhere to run. “I didn't mean to freak you out. I thought this was what you wanted, why we decided you would stop taking your birth control. I told you that I only wanted it if you wanted it, too.”

“I do want it,” she whispered. “I'm just scared, I guess.”

“It's okay to be scared.”

“What if something bad happens? I don't want anything bad to happen.”

“Hey.” Jon wrapped Dany up in his arms before the sobs came. She was remembering what happened the first time. A year and a half was feeling too much like yesterday, and Dany wasn't handling it well. But Jon knew what that was like. He knew how hard it was to handle something that felt so fresh. He wanted to promise her nothing bad would happen, to promise her that this time, they would come out of it with a healthy baby, the spitting image of the both of them, but those promises wouldn't be fair to her, for Jon remembered as well, and he knew that sometimes things just don't work out the way they should. So he promised what he could.

“We will get through this,” he said, rocking her gently. “No matter what happens, we'll get through it. You will never have to be alone in this, Dany. I'm going to take care of you.”

“I just want to have your baby.” Her sobs quieted, but Jon could still feel the tears seep through his work shirt.

Jon pressed his nose to the top of her head. “You're my baby. Anything more is just a bonus.”

They stayed on the bathroom tiles for some time. Jon wasn't sure how long. There was an aching in his belly, and he wasn't sure whether it was despair over his wife's state, or hunger. Both, he eventually decided. Whatever time it was, it was well past dinner time, and if he was hungry, that meant Dany was starving.

She'd been craving ice cream the last two weeks. Her desire for cake batter ice cream from Cold Stone Creamery was just as insatiable as her desire for Jon. It was one of the things that clued Jon into the fact that their efforts to get pregnant hadn't gone in vain. The second clue was her scent. Specifically, the scent of her pussy when she was aroused, which was always. It was a subtle difference, but one Jon immediately noticed. When he'd brought it up to Dany, she had grown self-conscious until Jon assured her that, though different, it was no less intoxicating.

During Dany's first, short lived, pregnancy, Jon hadn't realized these variations. Their relationship was too new, and the severe improbability of knocking Dany up clouded his senses. Now being an expert at Dany's body, he purchased the pregnancy tests last night, and this morning, he told Dany he wanted her to take them after they both got home from work. “I would bet you anything that you're pregnant,” he'd told her happily.

She'd laughed, shaking her head. “You think you know me so well, huh?”

“You know I do.” He'd kissed the side of her head before hurrying into the closet to find a tie to match his shirt.

All this talk about pregnancy tests had strained their morning routine, and they were both rushing to get their things together. Dany was shoving papers from her nightstand into her leather briefcase when she said, “Fine. What do I get when it comes up negative?”

“You're so pessimistic!” Jon called out from the closet. He emerged, hopping on one foot as he tugged a shoe on. “Fine. If it comes up negative, we can have ice cream for dinner.”

Dany beamed, suddenly craving ice cream for breakfast as well.

“But, if it comes up positive. . .” Jon's expression grew mischievous, “I get to finally give you that enema.”

“No!” Dany threw a throw pillow at him and ran from the bedroom before Jon could throw it back. “That's not a fair trade!” she shouted from the hallway, on her way to the kitchen to pour herself some juice. That was why her pussy smelled different. She'd suddenly acquired a taste for pomegranate juice and had been drinking a small glass every morning. Pomegranates were a superfood, right? Surely a food with super powers could alter the scent of her vagina.

“I don't get it!” He spoke as he followed Dany's line to the kitchen to fill his thermos with fresh coffee. “You'll let me fill your ass with my jizz, but you won't let me fill it with water?!”

Dany snorted as she sipped her juice, nearly spitting it out of her mouth. Thankfully, the windows were all shut or else their next door neighbors would be learning way too much about them. “You know it's not about what goes in that I'm afraid of! It's what comes out!”

Jon was beside her a moment later, wrapping his arms around her from behind and burying his face in the crook of her neck. She giggled, feeling his tongue on her flesh.

“Stop, Jon! You're going to make me late!”

“I'm going to make you wet,” he murmured hotly.

“Same thing,” she retorted, shoving him away.

“Fine.” Jon held her shoulders in his hands and looked down at her. A soft smile adorned his face. Just softness. “If I'm right, and it turns out you're pregnant, I get to make love to you.”

Dany blushed, turning her eyes away. “I suppose I can agree to that.”

“You better.” Jon tucked his thumb under her chin and tilted her head upward. He kissed her, slow and gentle.

Just as Jon was heading out the door, Dany stopped him with a question. “Wait, does this mean that if I'm not pregnant, you're not going to make love to me?”

Jon smirked at her pout. He was running late, but nothing could prevent him from kissing his wife again in that moment. “No,” he murmured against her mouth. “If you win, and you're not pregnant, then I'm going to fuck you harder than you've ever been fucked before.”

She purred. “I like this bet.”

“I knew you would.” One last kiss, and Jon was running out the door.

Twelve hours later, Jon pushed the bet out of his mind. All he cared about was getting some food into Dany's belly, and his own. When he asked what Dany wanted for dinner, she said, “Breakfast.” She watched him make whole wheat pancakes from scratch. She hugged him tight while he waited for the batter to bubble in the pan. She told Jon she felt lightheaded, and Jon assured her she would feel better once she was fed.

Indeed, the pancakes helped. She felt her blood pressure steady with each bite Jon fed her and each sip of milk she took from a glass Jon held to her lips. And when he whispered, “I love you,” against her mouth, stained with syrup, it was like the first time he'd ever spoken those words to her.

“You won the bet,” she said.

“The bet doesn't matter. I just want you to be okay.”

Dany left her chair and climbed onto Jon's lap, She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his ear. “I'm okay. You make me okay.”

Jon dipped his hands under her hoodie and stroked her warm back. “I'm going to call your doctor in the morning and make an appointment for as soon as possible. We'll make sure everything is fine. Until a doctor tells us we have something to worry about, I don't want you to worry about anything.”

“I'll try.”

“Do you want to call Missandei?”

Her head shook. “I don't want to tell anyone.”

“Dany. . .”

She leaned back to connect with Jon's gaze. “I looked it up. After the first trimester, the chances of a miscarriage are significantly reduced. We can tell people then.”

“Dany--”

“I don't want anyone feeling bad for me if something happens.”

“Dany. . .”

“Stop calling me that,” Dany whined.

“Okay, Daisy,” Jon promised. “It'll be our secret. We'll go to the doctor, find out how far along you are, and when you're in your second trimester, then we'll tell people.”

Dany relaxed. “Thank you.”

“Do you want me to give you a bath?”

She shook her head.

“Want to watch TV?”

She shook her head.

“You want to just go to bed?”

The corners of her mouth lifted, and she shook her head once more.

Jon cocked an eyebrow, and with a small smirk, he asked, “You want to go to Cold Stone, don't you?”

Her bashful giggle was enough of a response. Jon craned his neck to see the time written on the stove in the kitchen. “Well, they don't close for another hour. Let's get you into some pants, baby girl.”

* * * * *

MAY, 2021

“About five weeks ago,” Jon answered Rhaella. “The last doctor's appointment was just a few days ago, and everything looks great. She's growing one very healthy baby in there.”

“I'm glad she has you,” Rhaella said, such niceties startling Jon a bit. They ended with a warning, however. “Don't ever hurt her.”

“I will never,” Jon promised. “I know what it's like to be hurt, and I would never do that to her. Dany is everything to me. Her happiness is everything to me.”

Rhaella looked out the floor-to-ceiling windows, showcasing the backyard where Dany was finally allowing herself to gush with her friends about becoming a mother. She glowed in the late-afternoon sun. “She looks very happy. She always seemed such a melancholic child.”

“She has her moments,” Jon said. “But she's very strong. She pulls herself out of it pretty quickly, especially if you know how to help. I know how to help her, and if you really want to be the person she talks to when she's feeling sad or scared, I can help you get there.”

Rhaella turned back to Jon. She seemed to contemplate his offer seriously, but soon, her head shook. “She doesn't need me anymore. She never did.”

“That is not true.”

“It is. I should go.”

Jon watched in disbelief as Dany's mother pulled her phone from her purse and ordered a ride from a luxury taxi service. “You don't have to go,” Jon tried, but Rhaella was resolved in her decision.

When the ride was ordered, Rhaella slid her phone back into her purse and said, “Let us know if you need anything for the baby. I'll have Aerys send a check.”

Jon didn't much feel like re-joining the party after Rhaella had gone. She hadn't even told Dany goodbye. If she was staying in LA, maybe they could have a second chance tomorrow, but Jon knew Dany wouldn't be up for that once he told her of Rhaella's departure.

Dany eventually went inside and found Jon on the sofa, a ponderous frown upon his face. She sat on her knees beside him and dipped her fingers through his hair. “What's wrong?”

“I'm sorry,” he said. “You're mom left.”

A flash of sadness washed over Dany, but she soon righted herself, ridding her mind of disappointment. Today wasn't a day to be disappointed. “What did she say?”

“She said you looked very happy, and that you didn't need her anymore. I told her to stay, but she left.”

Dany leaned in and hugged Jon tightly, and it felt to Jon like she was trying to comfort him more so than herself. “It's okay,” she said. “She's right. I don't need her. Everyone I need is still here. But they won't all be here for much longer. You should come say goodbye.” She pressed a kiss to his cheek, then separated from him. But before she could bounce out the backdoor, she turned and said, “By the way, I know you told Robb about the pregnancy before today.”

Jon's eyes widened. “I did not.”

“Yes you did.”

“Prove it.”

Dany laughed. “You want to make a bet?”

“How are we going to settle a bet like that? All we can do is ask him, and he isn't going to admit to something that isn't true, but I know you aren't going to believe him.”

Dany smirked and went around to the back of the sofa. She draped her arms around Jon's neck and whispered in his ear. “If I win, you have to fuck me harder than I've ever been fucked before.”

Jon groaned, his cock twitching in his jeans. His wife was a smart, sneaky girl. She figured out that betting wasn't begging. “What if I win?”

“I'll let you give me that enema.”

Startled, Jon turned in his seat, but Dany was quick to leave him in his state of shock and sudden arousal. After adjusting himself in his jeans, Jon went out to join his wife in bidding their friends and family goodbye.

For the sake of the bet, though, they had to hold Robb and Talisa back until it was only them four standing together in the house. Robb was helping Talisa buckle Ned into his carrier when Dany casually began the inquisition.

“Hey Robb,” she began. “Did Jon tell you I was pregnant before today?”

Robb looked at her with confusion. “No. Why?”

“See,” Jon said.

Dany looked from Robb, to her husband, and then to Talisa. “So you two didn't know I was pregnant?”

Her sister-in-law shook her head. “No. We were just as surprised as everyone else.”

“I told you, Dany,” Jon said, smiling proudly, his mind already reeling with images of Dany taking a steady stream of fluid into her round little ass.

Robb was very convincing, as was Talisa, but Dany refused to doubt herself, ready to double down if necessary. “Alright.” She went to the dining table, where a large gift bag sat. “I may as well open up your present before you both leave.”

“Oh, you don't have to do that,” Robb insisted. “Feel free to wait until after we're gone.”

Jon squinted his eyes at his brother. “Why, Robb? What did you get her?”

The look Robb shared with Talisa shot Jon's pride in the foot. He was going to lose this bet, and that enema kit would sit untouched for yet another night.

Ignoring her in-laws, Dany pulled out the tissue paper and dug her hands into the bag, pulling out of it a large, incriminating, box. “Huh!” she exclaimed, struggling not to break into a fit of laughter. “So, if you two had no idea I was pregnant, why would you give me a breast pump for my birthday?”

Jon groaned into his palms.

In a last ditch effort to help his brother's case, Robb loudly replied, “I don't know! You guys are the kinky ones! Don't look at me.”

“You are not helping,” Jon told Robb pointedly.

“Looks like I win the bet!” Dany cheerily exclaimed.

“What did y'all bet?” Robb asked.

Jon held his palm up to Robb. “That's none of your business.”

“Something kinky,” Robb mumbled into Talisa's ear.

When Jon looked to his wife, he was met with her disapproving stare and a slow shake of her head. He suddenly felt very deep in hot water.

“Sorry, man,” Robb told Jon before giving him a hug goodbye.

Talisa went to Dany and offered her a hug as well. “This is a really good one. Top notch. Trust me.”

“Thank you. I appreciate it.”

Jon saw his family out before facing his wife's wrath. “I'm sorry,” he told her. “I just had to tell someone.”

But there was no wrath. In fact, Dany smiled, and her eyes shown nothing but love. “I forgive you,” she said. “Actually, I told Missandei, like, two weeks ago.”

Jon chuckled and opened his arms for Dany to walk into. He held her tight. “Good.”

“I won the bet,” she repeated.

Jon groaned, remembering well the terms of their bet. He gripped her ass and felt his cock grow against her abdomen. “I really like our bets.”

Dany rolled her hips and kissed his neck. “Me too.”

Jon's hands roamed up her dress to knead her butt cheeks. Dany licked the salt from his sun-kissed skin. Before Dany's lips could bruise him, Jon dropped to his knees. He bunched her dress up to her waist and kissed the slight curve of her abdomen. He nosed into the seam of her panties, nudging the fabric aside and exposing her smooth lips.

“Spread your legs,” he instructed, breathing hotly against Dany's sensitive flesh.

She sucked in a breath through her teeth and sifted her legs apart. Jon watched her lips separate to reveal dewy, pink petals. He held her hips and kissed her clitoris, so small, yet so swollen with desire. Dany's fingers threaded through Jon's hair as he dipped his tongue inside her.

Her body fluttered like a blade of grass during a gentle breeze. She sighed, “I thought you were going to fuck me.”

Jon leaned back. The cool air met his saliva, chilling Dany's pussy and making her wish she hadn't interrupted him. “You may have won the bet, little girl, but I'm still in charge. I'll fuck you when I see fit. Got it?”

The authority in Jon's tone enchanted Dany. She couldn't speak. She couldn't even swallow. She'd been staring down at Jon with parted lips so long a line of drool edged over her bottom lip. All she could do was nod.

Jon didn't press his mouth back to her pussy. He tugged on her hips and brought her pussy to his mouth. Dany nearly stumbled. She gasped, and planted her hands on the wall in front of her. She sucked the drool back into her mouth and whimpered as Jon devoured her. He was not gentle, but he was thoughtful. Just the way Dany liked it. Her body was soon possessed by orgasmic pleasure. She wasn't used to coming while standing, though. Jon had to keep tight hold of her hips while he drank her every drop.

“You're so fucking delicious,” he murmured against her pussy, his mouth and chin saturated with her fluids. He pulled down Dany's thong. She danced on her feet to rid her legs of it, and Jon immediately pulled her down onto his lap.

Without prompting, Dany pressed her mouth to his, sucking her own essence from his lips. Her feistiness made Jon feral. He caught her bottom lip between his teeth and growled. As soon as his cock was freed from his jeans, he grabbed Dany's hips and sat her down upon it.

Her jaw dropped as Jon filled her in one quick motion. She clung to his neck and dug her nails into his shoulder blades as Jon's hips bucked upward in quick, rhythmic thrusts.

“Is this what you want?” he growled into the hollow of her ear.

“Yes, Jon.”

He pulled down her zipper and pealed her dress from her shoulders. He pried Dany from his chest and tugged the pink fabric down her arms, pooling it all at her waist. He attacked her naked breast with a hungry mouth, sucking her nipple and washing it with his tongue the same way he had her pussy. He opening his mouth wide and sucked as much of her tit as he could. He wondered lustfully at what point in Dany's pregnancy he would taste her milk.

Dany craned her head back and moaned up at the ceiling. Before she could suck in another breath, Jon was standing, holding Dany tight and carrying her to their bedroom. He dropped her onto their mattress and immediately rid her of her dress and tore off her sandals, throwing the items to the floor without a care.

But he took his time undressing himself. He stood at the foot of the bed, teasing Dany with each shirt button he unfastened, his cock thick and jutted out the opening in his jeans. Dany watched the organ with wanton intensity as it bounced with each of Jon's movements.

Two can play at this game. Dany bent her knees and spread her legs wide, putting herself on full display. She squeezed her breasts, feeling their fullness. She licked her lips and dug her butt into the mattress.

“You are so hot, baby girl,” Jon breathed with a shake of his head, still so utterly in disbelief over how lucky he was to be married to this woman. He dropped his shirt to the floor and toed off his sneakers. “I wish it was possible to fuck another baby into you right now.”

Dany giggled, pinching her own nipples. She loved this side of Jon. So domineering, yet so lax with their rules. She caught glimpses of the twenty-three year old who had taken her virginity while fucking her into total submission.

As soon as Jon was naked, he climbed between Dany's legs and pushed himself back inside her wet channel. He held onto her legs, pressing her knees into the mattress. He fucked her hard and deep, and Dany cried from the sensations. But it wasn't long before Jon was pulling out and spitting a thick line of drool directly onto her asshole.

“Jon,” Dany panted, nervous about the makeshift lube.

“Just breathe,” Jon replied before spitting into his hand and coating his cock with it. He spit onto her anus again and rubbed it into her flesh. When both her anus and his cock were slick with Dany's juices and his saliva, Jon dug his manhood into Dany's tight passage.

“Jon!” Dany cried, tossing her head back and digging it into the pillow. She fisted the comforter in her hand and breathed through gritted teeth.

Jon fulfilled the bet. He fucked his wife harder than she'd ever been fucked before. . . in her ass. And he rubbed her clit as he did so until Dany screamed so loud, Jon had to press his free hand over her mouth. He didn't remove it until her body stopped convulsing and her eyes re-focused on him.

“Where do you want me to come?” he hotly asked, his balls painfully tight and desperate for relief.

“In me!” Dany cried. “Please come inside me. Please! I want feel you.” Jon braced his elbows on either side of Dany and fucked her quickly while she supplicated in his ear. “Fill me with your come, Jon. I want to feel it inside my ass. Please.”

It was times like these Jon forgot why he ever made that stupid no begging rule. He wanted to hear Dany's voice in his ear every second of ever goddamn day. “Oh, fuck,” he grunted, beads of sweat from the ends of his hair dripping onto Dany's forehead. “Fuck, I'm gonna come.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Dany panted. She dipped a hand between them and dug two fingers into her sex, her channel so compressed. She felt the motion of Jon's cock against her knuckles. “Oh my God. I can feel your dick.”

“I can feel your fingers,” Jon growled just before pressing his mouth to Dany's and sucking her tongue into his mouth. The headboard knocked against the wall as he pounded into her. He whimpered into her mouth as his cock erupted.

Dany squealed through her throat, feeling every twitch and pulse within her ass as warm semen ejected from Jon's cock. She felt every spurt. She felt her insides warm. She dug her heels into Jon's ass to keep him locked deep inside her.

Before Jon was even empty, Dany was grinning against his mouth. He was whimpering, moaning, and totally fucked in a way only her ass could do. His sounds were magical. “I love you,” she murmured as his hips stilled and his muscles shook with exhaustion. She kissed his sweaty cheek and embraced him, allowing him to rest his weight upon her. She liked the feeling of being nearly suffocated by his body. It wouldn't hurt the baby, she decided. But Jon was less sure. As soon as he gained his bearings, he rolled them so that Dany was laid atop him instead.

Jon slowly softened, and slipped from her ass, only for her anus to tightly seal, trapping Jon's semen inside her anal passage. That was one thing Dany loved about anal sex. If she wanted, she could hold Jon's seed inside her all night long. It made her feel extra naughty, and dirty in a good way. Dany kissed Jon's placid mouth and told him she loved him over and over again until his eyes finally reopened.

“I love you, too,” he murmured, smoothing his palms up the length of her back, “my perfect baby girl.”

Dany smiled and slid to Jon's side, tucking herself under his arm and draping her leg across his belly. Jon's arm was tucked beneath her, and he rested his palm on her butt, rubbing the round cheek in slow circles.

Quietly, Dany whispered, “Will I still be your baby girl even when I'm a mother?”

“You will always be my baby girl. Even when you're a grandmother.”

Dany wrinkled her nose. “Slow your roll, honey. One milestone at a time.”

“God, you're going to be such a cute old lady, though.”

“Stop!” she giggled, tickling his side in playful revenge. But Jon wasn't as ticklish as her. He rebuffed her efforts easily by turning onto his side and kissing her deeply. Nothing distracted Dany like a long, sensual kiss from the love of her life.

“You're going to be an amazing mother,” Jon murmured, looking into the blue of her eyes.

Dany felt the words in her heart. She touched her abdomen reflexively with her palm. “I don't know. I hope so.”

“I know so. And you trust me, right?”

Dany nodded, smiling wide, her eyes full of stars as they gazed into Jon's dark, soothing pools of gray. She eagerly accepted a few soft, close-mouthed kisses from Jon.

“We need to clean up the house,” he whispered.

Dany groaned. “Can't we save that for tomorrow?”

Jon chuckled at his Daisy's defiance. He turned her onto her back and caged her with his body. His smile turned seductive. “Do you have something else in mind. . .”

A blush about her cheeks, Dany breathed a “Maybe” up at her gorgeous, generous husband.

He pecked the tip of her nose. “Does it involve a long bath?” Dany shook her head, and he pecked her nose a second time. “Does it involve sleeping?” Dany shook her head again, her smile morphing into a mischievous smirk. Jon kissed her nose a third time. “Does it involve me making love to you over and over and over again?” Dany giggled softly, then shook her head.

Jon grew very suspicious and immediately sat up. He put his fists to his hips and posed a stern question down at Dany. “You just want to go to Cold Stone, don't you?”

She giggled harder, pressing her hands to her mouth and batting her long eyelashes up at Jon as she nodded her head.

“What am I going to do with you, Daisy?”

She moved her hands to her belly. “I'm pregnant!”

Jon sighed and climbed off the bed. Her and her nightly ice cream cravings were going to be the death of him. But he would willingly die a million times for his wife, so why not get the ball rolling? “Alright. Well, if we're going to Cold Stone, I definitely need to wash you up.

Dany shot up and bounced into Jon's arms, hugging him tight. “Thank you, honey.”

She never needed to say thank you. Jon would do anything for her. But such sweetness always warmed his heart to the max. “I'm just glad you're happy,” he told her, quiet and earnest.

“I am happy.” Dany took Jon's hand and pressed it to her abdomen. “We're going to be very, very happy, Jon. Because we have you.”

A small blush tinged Jon's cheeks as he pressed his lips to Dany's forehead, already looking forward to many more nights just like this one.

One year down. . . the rest our lives to go.

“I have an idea,” Jon spoke just then. He had that look in his eye that Dany knew well. It was a look that told her she'd better play along, for whatever thought just popped into Jon's head would surely be worth her while.

Jon had her pee before taking her back to bed and lying her down in the center. He went around to each corner of the bed and revealed the harnesses which they kept permanently hooked underneath the mattress. These restraints were a step up from the ones Jon had bought Dany for Christmas a year and a half ago. These were leather with silver buckles, and each harness was lined with soft wool. Jon fastened a harness to each of Dany's wrists and ankles and cinched the straps tight, splaying her taunt in an X shape.

He allowed Dany to watch him dress, but then it was time for his pretty little Daisy to be blindfolded. As much as he adored Dany's wanton stare, a blindfold was necessary. Jon wanted to be the very last thing Dany's eyes beheld before leaving her, and the very first when he would return. He wanted her focused solely on her arousal, and nothing else.

Jon dug one of the silk sashes from the bottom drawer in his dresser – what Dany liked to call their “toy box,” and sometimes, their “treasure chest.” Dany preferred the former, because it sounded cute, and Dany loved to be cute. Jon, however, preferred the later, because it made him feel like he was a pirate. And if Jon was a pirate, then Dany was his princess, and they would sail every hallowed shore side by side, having amazing sex while they were at it. Okay. . . maybe Jon liked to be cute, too.

He draped the turquoise sash across Dany's eyes and tied it behind her head. The thin pillow he placed beneath her head would cushion any discomfort from the knot. Jon leaned over her and pressed his lips gingerly to her parted ones. “Don't worry,” he murmured. “I'll be right back. And I will be thinking about you every second that I'm gone. I want you to be a good girl and stay right here for me. Can you do that?”

With the restraints, she wouldn't have a choice, but watching Dany nod in her innocent way was an essential part of Jon's process. It wasn't that he needed her not to move, because that was already a certainty. It was that he needed her to want not to move.

“If you really need me,” Jon continued, “you can just tell you know who to call my cell. Okay?”

Dany giggled softly. Jon was convinced that if he said the name Alexa during conversation, their Amazon AI device would turn on and begin recording everything he was saying. It was one of his odd little quirks that made up Jon's lovable personality. She nodded, and was given a soft reward kiss to her lips.

“I'll miss you,” he breathed before shifting down her body. “And I'll miss these.” He gave a kiss to each of Dany's pink nipples. “And I'll miss you.” He kissed Dany's abdomen, making her smile. “And of course, I will miss this.” His last kiss landed on her clit, still shiny with her fluids.

Jon crawled off the mattress and rested a hand on Dany's bare foot, squeezing it the way he would her hand. “And don't think you won't be punished for being so disobedient. Talking without permission. Begging. That ice cream is going right into the freezer until after your punishment.”

Dany let out a soft squeak, Jon's words manifesting at the apex of her thighs. She wondered if Jon was staring at her pussy. If he was, he would surely see how desperate Dany's body was to suffer her promised punishment. She half-hoped Jon would stick clamps to her nipples and the hood of her clit before leaving, but it would be a twenty-minute trip, and Jon would never leave his wife in such a vulnerable state without his constant supervision.

“I love you, Daisy girl,” Jon gently spoke, tearing his gaze from his wife's sex to look at her blindfolded face.

“I love you,” Dany quickly breathed, and Jon's hand slid from her foot.

She listened to his footsteps leave the bedroom and move closer and closer to the front door. She listened to the door open and shut, and to the rattling of Jon's key in the lock. She listened to the faint sound of Jon's car starting in the driveway, and to the tires rolling toward the road. She listened until there was nothing left to listen to, and then she spoke into the silent room, “Alexa. Play my Waiting for Jon to Come Home and Punish Me playlist.”

Alexa's robotic voice promptly replied, “Now playing Waiting for Jon to Come Home and Punish Me playlist.”

As a somber, electronic melody sounded from the bluetooth speaker, Dany inhaled a deep breath, rising her chest high and letting it fall with a slow exhale. Her nipples tingled with the slight wetness Jon's lips produced.

'He told me I was so small.'

She licked her own lips, tasting a mixture of her own essence and Jon's saliva.

'I told him, water me.'

She wiggled her toes, still warm from Jon's hot touch.

'I promise I can grow tall,'

She relaxed every muscle in her body, and felt a drop of Jon's semen escape her anus and glide down the slope of her butt.

'When making love is free.'

A smile played upon Dany's lips. Maybe it wouldn't always be like this. Maybe the baby will change things. Maybe Dany won't be able to play so often when her belly is swollen and their baby is wiggling around inside of her. Maybe she will be too exhausted for months after the birth to even entertain the idea of having sex. Maybe Jon will fare similar. Maybe they will never be again what they are right now. But, as much as Dany loved sex, she loved her family more. The Snows. A family of three. Such a beautiful number. Dany would give up anything for that number. Her sex life, her body, her time, her patience, the mental and physical toll, the pain of giving birth.

'He told me I was so small.'

Dany wasn't afraid of the pain. . .

'I told him, water me.'

As long as she had Jon, Dany could get through anything.

The End.