Winter had come and gone, though despite it's rather fleeting appearance it held many memorable confessions that had come to light. From his profession of love to his queen, to bond of becoming mates, to sharing something he had given no other female. He had not anticipated that perhaps she would return his feelings, forever content to be surrounded by her and love from afar. Yet he didn't have to, openly he could display the care he felt for his queen, his friend, his mate. It was more than he ever could have hoped for and then some. It was during her recovery of battle that more news had been announced. News that both terrified and yet elated him. A father, he would be a father. How does one comprehend that news? To think he and Daenerys had created life together, that they had formed little heartbeats that would soon grace his ears. Sheer bliss. Ever since she had told him of what spring would bring he had made it his mission to make sure his mate would want for nothing and know that this time she was not alone.

Nerves are firing on all cylinders, his heart a steady and heavy rhythm as spring seemed to take hold. Instincts demand him to listen, knowing it would not be long know til their children decided to wait no longer. He had just stepped from the den, moving towards the brush where he had stashed several rabbit skins, wondering if he could perhaps sneak another if her ever knowing dark gaze would see his motive. As he grins slightly at the last time he had tried to distract her so he could add a few more layers. Despite his nerves and perhaps fear of becoming a father, there was nothing but absolute happiness at what was to come. As head lowers and teeth move to grasp the soft fur of the rabbit does a sound cause him to pause, he tenses; alert and strung tight. As ears prick back to listen towards a pained sound that seemed excited. For a moment he is stunned, TODAY!! It was going to be today? But he hadn't set more furs out? Was she hungry, maybe he should feed her first? Wait, were they already here? Had he missed them? That last though has him dashing back, the short feet that separates them seems like miles as he almost bulldozes through the entrance of the den, tripping to a halt as wide orange eyes seek out that beautiful form he has never stopped craving. He watches the heavy rise and fall of her swollen belly, before his eyes find her and the comforting smile she offers him; knowing all to well that perhaps she knew he would be afraid to miss this. They both seem to fixate on her belly, watching it rise and fall from both pain and breath; yet it is not until a knowing pain escapes from her does he move. A slight tremble in her limbs as he moves to place himself along her side. The comfort he finds against her warmth and flesh almost lulls him until he feels the pulls from her body as he looks to her now. "They are coming.." Words whispered in both awe and a slight sense of panic yet again. As he lowers his muzzle to seep into her neck, breathing in her scent as he offers encouragement despite his own panic. "You can do this, I'm right here love."

It all seems to happen so fast that he is merely holding on for the ride. So fixated between her belly and eyes, watching for any signs that would deem trouble. He knows from last time, despite not actually being there that pain was inevitable; he had heard her cries then yet he had no right to be there with her, unlike now. So he just hold her offering whatever she needs to take from him, while she birthed the very lives they created. It is only when she moves does he tense, thinking something bad had occurred yet it is when orange eyes seen such a small child grasped within her jaws does he swallow; loudly. A girl, she says. His eyes cannot move from the child, the small bundle that writhes under her cleaning tongue. "A girl.." He repeats, cause it's the only thing that is own his mind in this moment. For only when she leans back into him does he look away, orange colliding with dark. Her own revealing such pride he cannot help but melt under her gaze. So proud of her in this moment for being both brave and strong when he can really do nothing but offer touch. When she pushes into him again he knows another was soon to make it's debut and the sudden urge to bite on the nails of his paw is difficult. After several pushes, her movement lets him know that another has indeed arrived. Eager eyes wait for her to move it closer, peeping over Daenerys' head. A slight gasp escapes him at the colors he sees, for his first daughter was a blend he cannot describe but this second daughter seemed fitted with his won colors blended with her mothers. A soft sound escapes him, as he moves to lean around and against Daenerys, his own warm tongue offering a welcoming lick to the two daughters before him. Perhaps it is the fact that his tongue met real flesh, that causes his heart to pound with such ferocity that his vision darkens for a moment, but quickly is he is distracted by her pushing against him once more. Another? Three? The slight tremble in his body grows. His eyes shut as he just feels her around him, listening to the sounds of his children suckling and his mate once more the pain of birth. Until no more.

Timidly he peeks open his eyes, looking at the back of Daenerys' head as she seemed to be cleaning yet another, but it is the words that cause a different reaction. Girls. All girls. Oh my goodness, was this fate's way of punishing him? To think of three little girls adorned in their mothers beauty is something that overwhelms him as his vision all but seems to fade to black. His head falling back slightly. Despite the fact his mind seems to have shut down his body his mind is whirling. Fainted?! He fainted?! Where was the beast he once was, more than likely having a good chuckle at the mess he is now. But girls, all girls? That was a whole level of fear he had not ever anticipated, no sons just daughters. It is the soft laughter in his ears that causes his eyes to blink lazily, it was a sound he had not heard in years and despite his fear it causes a soft smile on his lips. For it sounded much like that of his mother, who seemed all to pleased at the predicament her son was now facing. Though it seemed like hours had passed since his unmanly doze it had been only a few minutes. For it was his mates question on names that fully brings him back into the land of the living, discreetly collecting himself hoping she had not realized how much her words had affected him on the news of all daughters. Peeking over her shoulder to make sure that there were indeed still three girls. All three were so very different and yet so similar. A perfect blend in some way or form of their parents.

He watches them in fascination, so in tuned to every little noise they make that he tenses each time them seem to lose hold of their suckling jaws. Only when she moves announcing a name to the last daughter that he looks at the small bundle in which she deemed Nymeria. Though his tongue feels like lead he expressed his pride at her choice with a nuzzle into her neck. It is then his eyes stray to the daughter colored much like himself, orange eyes soft and warm as his whispered out a strained voice. "Sansa." Another name that had been discussed even though he had not thought it would be put to use. Offering a lick to both Nymeria and Sansa, before settling at the unnamed first born daughter, ears flickering back at her question as he wastes no time in answering in much the same fashion. "Visenya." Offering her too a warm caress of his tongue before he leans back looking at them with heavy emotion clouding his eyes. "Our daughters." As he finally looks to her, a light sheen upon those orange eyes. As he tenderly licks her cheek expressing the pride he felt towards his mate. Nuzzling into her neck as if some way the love he felt in this moment could be put in action when he had no words to express it. Yet it is her voice that has him smiling into her flesh as his own voice escapes. "And I love you.." So content in this moment; from his now slumbering mate to his daughters whom either still suckled or joined their mother in a nap. He cannot even think shutting his eyes now, afraid to miss every little twitch they would make. Smiling softly at them. Knowing soon others would come and for a greedy moment he wants to wrap himself around them, to remember this for the rest of his life. For Daenerys had given him a heart, love, and now life. And not a day would go by that she did not know how much he thanked her for it. An easy sigh escaping, as he nuzzles his chin upon her shoulder, offering his the perfect sight of all four of the females that now owned his heart.