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Hi can you do a Lucerys

x Wife reader Where the reader is in labor and he's just freaking tf out or after they have the baby they're both confused on what to do next.

IDK why but in my head it's Hilarious do you think that these 2 young people Has to like raise a child/Children and they are both confused

Like after the baby/babies is born she's like "soooooo.... what do we do now?" And he's just like ........."IDK raise it I guess"

— new addition [ part 1/2 ]

a/n : omg funny enough, before receiving your request i thought about making headcanons for both velaryon boys as dads !! this was so sweet to write, enjoy !! ♡♡

summary : request. word count : 1.6k

pairing : husband! dad! lucerys velaryon x wife! mum! reader genre : fluff

.·:*¨༺ part one | part two ༻¨*:·.

Lucerys hurriedly hastened through the large, dark grey coloured corridors upon hearing the news of your labour with your first child having finally started. His footsteps were loud across the corridors, and occasionally, pushing away some servants and maidens from his way. Your blood-curling screaming and crying increased the nearer he was to reaching your chambers.

After having ran through the large corridors, Lucerys now finally stood in front of your chambers doors, encountering himself with three maesters standing on your door, whom rapidly turned around to stare at the young Prince. The three of them bowed down their head as a way of curtsying. “My Prince,” one of the maesters, the eldest, spoke. “The princess has began her labour, we believe you will be able to enter once she–” the old maester hoped for Lucerys to stay outside, waiting for your baby to finally be in your arms; but how wrong he was, since the young future Lord of Driftmark wasn't going to simply stand there, listening to your screaming. “Maester, the princess is my wife, and she is giving birth to our first child. She needs me–” as he tried to argue against the maester, a loud cry interrupted him, screaming as you so painfully called out for his name desperately. Lucerys' green eyes turned back to the maester, and raised his eyebrows. “If you excuse me, my wife is requesting for my presence.” he firmly spoke in – what tried to be – a calm tone, walking past the maesters, and practically bursting through the door of your chamber, leaving the maester slightly stuttering with a hanging response to the young Lordling.

Entering your room, Lucerys found you laying in bed all sweating, and slightly crying from the pain. Strands of hair covered your face, as some maidens placed damp clothing on your forehead, cleaning the drops of sweat. Another few maidens were assisting with your birth, as they gave you words of reassurance. “No, no... I- I can't... I can't do this–” you pleaded in a weak, low voice, shaking your head tiredly. “Yes, you can, my Princess. Just some more pushes, and the child will be with you! I can already see it's head.” the young maiden assisting you with your birth reassured. Leisurely, you opened your eyes, only to find Lucerys standing on the door, and a weak, yet bright smile formed upon your lips.

“Luke...” you mumbled, slightly readjusting your position in bed, and groaning. Seeing you in such state, Lucerys slightly panicked, as concern and anxiety arose on his chest. Unknown about what to do, he ran to your side, and held the back of your head with one hand, and the other one sweetly held your own trembling hand. “My brave girl,” Lucerys cooed, placing a loving kiss on your cheek, and removing some strands of wet hair that covered your hair. Despite enjoying his gentle nature and warmth, your facial expressions rapidly turned into a pained one, as the contractions once again began, and you started pushing. Your vocal chords felt as if it was going to rip apart from all the groaning and screaming, your grip on Lucerys' hand tightened as you began harshly pushing for the baby to come out. His head turned around to look at the maiden getting a slight hold of the baby's body, seeing how it came out. “You can do it, my love! Our baby is nearly there, just some more pushes, yes?” your hand was raised to his lips, as he placed a soft and gentle kiss on your knuckles as a way of reassurance.

His mind had racing thoughts, unknowing about what to do. The best he could think of, was to try and keep calm for you, and stay by your side offering you his eternal support. “You're doing excellent, my love. You can do it.” his voice tone quivered with a mix of anxiety, and at the same time, he tried to keep himself calm as to reassure you everything was going to be fine. With the hand that held your head, he tenderly began caressing your wet-with-sweat hair, and once again, he placed a kiss on your knuckles. Giving one final push – harshly groaning, and exhaustingly screaming – as both your husband and the assisting maids insisted for you to keep going, you suddenly felt all the pressure from the lower part of your body be released, and the general stiffness in your body slowly fade away. Baby crying began filling the entire chamber, and the previous tension that was felt was rapidly replaced by a relieved vibe. Your head fell against the bed header, releasing a deep, tired sigh.

“Congratulations, Prince and Princess, it's a healthy boy.” once the newly born child was properly cleaned, the maiden assisting your birth handed the baby to Lucerys, whom held the boy with his trembling hands, and adjusted him in his arms – rocking the baby back and forth in a soothing way, trying to calm the crying. The Lordling quietly thanked the maiden, and his green hazel eyes quickly went to stare down at his newborn with a broad, yet nervous smile. “My sweet, sweet boy...” Lucerys lowly cooed, admiring the baby. With his free hand, his index finger looked for his child's delicate hand, hoping for him to grab his young father's finger. “You are truly your mother's face...” he scoffed, a smirk growing on the curves of his lips. The baby took hold of Lucerys' index finger as it slowly opened his eyes, revealing bright green eyes resembling the one's his father has. The smirk on the Princeling's face grew to a broad smile. “...but with my eye colour, I see.” the brunette-haired boy finished speaking, practically mumbling to himself.

As his eyes were adoringly focused on the newborn, his mind was slowly filled with many thoughts regarding your future with your child. Of course, he was undeniably over the clouds at the birth; but the two of you were still young – him 19, while you were just 18 – and, naturally, absolutely clueless when it came to parenting. Anxiety arose tightly around his chest once again, concerned about being unknown at what to do next. His arms kept gently rocking the child as he turned around to look at you, who was already looking at him with a feeble smile as you laid on bed, recovering from the pain.

“So...” you began speaking in a low, weak tone, as he walked closer to you with the child on his arms. “What do we do now?” you inquired, furrowing your eyebrows as you slightly chuckled. Mimicking your actions, he chuckled with you as well, as he sat by your side on your bed. “I don't know,” his eyes went down to the child, who was staring at him with eyes full of joy now, and then went back to looking up at you. “R-Raise him?” his voice tone had uncertainty, as he awkwardly smiled, unsure of what to do next. His awkwardness made a chuckle spew from your lips, as you tried to recover from the intensity of the previous moments. After the chuckles, an anxious silence was made in the atmosphere, where both of you were lost in your own train of thoughts about what you were supposed to do next once the expected child was born.

Lucerys turned to look at you with a warm smile, and leaned closer to you, gently placing the baby in your chest. “I think it would be proper if I asked my mother for advice, wouldn't you say so, my love?” he playfully inquired, placing a big smooch on your temple. Tiredly nodding in response as a warm smile formed on your lips upon feeling his own kissing you, your eyes lowered to look at your newborn boy, who was staring at you adoringly. The smile that was already shaped on your lips grew broader at the thought of how brightly his eyes resembled his own father's green eyes. “I think we should, yes. Your mother is certainly more experienced than us, clearly.” you joked, with a low tone, as he placed his head against yours.

Both of you laid on your bed silently, gently tracing down the baby's little arms, hands, and face with your fingertips. Lucerys lovingly sighed, before he spoke once again. “You should rest now, my love.” he began, now turning to look at you, removing some bits of hair that covered your delicate features. “I will take care of the baby while you rest, and I will ask my mother for advice regarding parenting, yes?” his hand gently turned your face around by the chin to make you look at him, deep into his eyes. You nodded with a warm smile, and he tenderly pressed his lips against yours, now caressing your face with his thumb. Once he slowly pulled apart, he place a last kiss in the middle of your eyebrows, and then pressed his forehead against yours; deeply sighing with pure love. The previous anxiety and panic you had felt once the child was born slowly faded away, turning into a warm moment of comfort and happiness.

“I love you, very, very much. And despite us still being young, I am so grateful and satisfied for the family we are forming together.” he lowly spoke, his eyes now turning around to look at the sleeping baby on your chest with a wide smile. His hand went to softly pet his child's head adoringly. “I promise, I will keep you and our children safe, and I will love our family eternally, and very dearly.”

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