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TWO pink lines.

There were two damn pink lines in that damn result window, clear as sky. Aegon read the instructions again which said “One pink line and one line lighter than the other means you are preg—”. Oh, he didn’t need to finish.

That’s just too damn good.

He could easily imagine how his mother would scream when she found out about this, calling him a whore, rewarding him a slap, accusing him of ruining her entire life, like every damn terrible thing he had done or hadn’t yet.

“How did you manage to make such idiotic mistakes again and again?” Her words were like echoes.

She was right. Even his birth was a terrible mistake, his first and greatest —if it weren’t for him, Alicent wouldn’t have had to marry that man twice her age, Viserys Targaryen, Aegon’s own father.

Aegon couldn’t remember last time two of them talking. Would he be interested in the idea that he’s having a new grandchild eight month later? Aegon wondered, No, not really, he could barely remember how many children of his own. Last time he called Aemond his youngest boy before Alicent reminded him that Daeron was in college on the east coast. They don’t really matter to him. They are not Rhaenyra, come on.

And what about her reaction when she knew her half- never close before- brother was gonna have a baby? Maybe she would play nice and say something kind this time. Maybe she would give that kind of sympathetic look while Daemon reply with a smile of contempt by her side.

But what to worry really? Aegon pondered, were there anyone really care what happened to him now? He already brought enough disappointments and shame to his family that no one would be surprised of the trouble he made anymore.

It’s pathetic to find he had no one to talk to. His mother dived into the ocean of religion (and maybe her bodyguard). His brother was so busy with getting his fifth degree and combat training and working out in gym 24/7. His nephew Lucerys were his best friend the last few months before he went back to school. His another nephew Jacaerys was graduating this year, probably giving a valedictorian speech. He was also tall, tan, with mind sharp like knife and smile warm like melting caramel. His life seemed too perfect that Aegon hated to break it by telling him he was about to become a father.

No, Viserys certainly wouldn’t be thrilled to know that this grandchild’s true father is his another grandchild, precious son of his precious princess; neither Rhaenyra who had perfect future planned for her first son and heir; neither Alicent; neither —anyone.

Aegon knew he really fucked up this time.