Chapter Text
Day 1
Her hand reached out to the sand under her, her fingers slowly moving against it as she smiled briefly to the warmth of it, to the strong sun’s heat against her face and her whole body. Oh how she enjoyed the hotness in the air, but she enjoyed even more the calmness… though she had to fight back the urge to open an eye to peek that everything was indeed fine, but she trusted her husband had everything in control.
Husband.
Dany’s lips curved more, never getting tired of the word. It’d been a month since she married Jon and yet sometimes she couldn’t help but stare at him and be in disbelief that this man had married her.
A month since Jon had officially became part of their little family, which was now bigger than she could have ever dreamed of. She had a husband, three wonderful children, two sisters-in-law and two brothers-in-law. The fear of being alone was buried so deep down that sometimes she couldn’t remember what that felt like.
Daenerys would have never imagined her life had to be filled with Starks to feel completed, but now she couldn't imagine a life without them.
It still amazed her how much her life had been changed in the course of seven months.
A loud sigh was heard next to her, which made her crack an eye open. There was Jon, sitting on the chair next to her towel, with his hand on his hair, combing it backwards with his fingers as the sea water had yet to dry from his torso. He sighed in annoyance once again, apparently for trying to deal with his fingers getting stuck in his curls that were even more difficult to deal with when wet and with a mix of salt.
She laughed lightly, knowing he always acted like he didn’t care about his hair when in truth he’d get upset if he couldn’t control it.
Jon glanced at her in that exact moment, and Dany could see his eyebrow arching up behind his messy hair before he violently shook his head from side to side, the remaining water that was hanging from his curls splashing to her way.
“Jon!” Daenerys tried to sound upset, but the laugh escaping through her lips gave her away. “Stop it!” Not only he didn’t stop, but as she rolled on her back to get away from him, she left a space in her towel, which Jon quickly took, his hands reaching out to have hold of her and bring her closer to him. “No!” She shivered to the coldness and wetness of his body against her warm one, trying to escape in vain from the arms surrounding her waist. “Seriously?”
“You do not laugh at my hair.”
“I wasn’t laughing!” She squirmed inside his embrace, but groaned to the realization here was no escape unless he wanted it so, and to know that the warmth of her body was ruined for now. “I just think it’s adorable the relationship you have with your hair.”
“And I think it’s adorable your relationship with the sun. You’re pretty hot,” despite the annoyance that the coldness of the water caused her, she had to smirk and raise an eyebrow to that, which made him grin with a mere roll of eyes. “Fair enough. You’re always pretty hot, but now more than ever, and I’m sure that the guys walking around here also think that too.”
It was her turn to roll eyes, remembering his complaints before. He didn’t complain about her wearing a bikini, because it was a beach and she had every right to, but he sure did about the men that wouldn’t look other way whenever they passed near them, not unless they caught Jon’s death-glare.
“I don’t mind them watching. I’m used to it.”
“Yeah, I noticed that.”
Dany repressed the laugh wanting to rip through her throat to his pout and frown; he looked too adorable when he was jealous that she’d enjoy from time to time causing it, because that was never an issue in their relationship. She could count with the fingers of her hand the times that Jon got jealous; and it was never even a ‘jealous thing’, just glares to co-workers that dared to stare too much.
“I’m a married woman, Jon. Everyone knows that. And if they didn’t, I’m sure they realize by the way you look at them.”
Jon shrugged. “Maybe I should make them realize with another way, since that’s not having a very good effect.”
She arched an eyebrow. “What way?”
Jon pulled her closer and caught her lips between his, making her forget about the coldness of his body against hers as she put her hands on his chest and deepened into the kiss, savoring the salt of it and the tip of his tongue brushing against her lips as –
Something hit them on the heads, making them break apart fast to look forward and see their three children watching them with disgusted faces, but to see that they were looking at them, they put their hands up and shook their heads.
“We didn’t do it!” Rhaegal yelled.
“I did!” Arya said from behind the boys. “Get a room you two, this is a public place.”
Jon sighed loudly and took the ball that his sister had thrown to them and returned the favor; almost hitting the target hadn’t Arya ducked in time, sticking out her tongue to him before returning to her game with their youngest brother and the Targaryen children.
“Remind me again why we brought all my siblings to our honeymoon?”
Daenerys chuckled as she placed herself back on her side of the large towel and closed her eyes to keep enjoying the sun above them.
“Because we love them and it was the perfect moment to have your first vacation together after so long?”
“Right. We love them.”
It’d been her idea to bring the Stark siblings along with them; their children were always going to come with them, because they couldn’t stay with anyone. Missandei was going to be in charge of the Company along with Tyrion in their absence and they weren’t going to make Sansa take care of three six years olds, even if she offered herself.
So since it wasn’t going to be just about them, Daenerys came up with the idea to bring his brothers and sisters with them… after all, a family vacation was something they all needed, after much separation and suffering.
Sansa and Arya had refused at first, not wanting to intrude in their honeymoon, but Rickon and Bran had accepted as soon as they told them, so they didn’t have much of an excuse.
They’d rented a house in Dorne. A house for a married couple, three children, a preteen and three teens.
They’d arrived last night, and this morning had been a chaos; the two sisters fighting for one of the bathrooms, the three young brothers screaming at each other to have the seat next to their father on the table, and the youngest of the Starks that didn’t want to get up from bed. Bran had been the only one that didn’t give them a headache.
But nothing mattered then when they saw both Targaryen and Stark’s faces lighting up to see the view of the large beach and the sea at its end. They couldn’t wait to leave all their things on the table and run to the water.
Jon had helped Bran to sit on the shore as Sansa stayed with him, not wanting to get in the sea as all the others. It seemed Arya, Rickon, Drogon, Rhaegal and Viserion had found a new game to play after so much swimming.
“Drogon,” Jon called next to her. “Put your hat on.”
“But I don’t need it! The sun doesn’t do anything to me!”
“Yes it does. We talked about this. You have to have your hat on.”
“But I don’t want to! I can’t see very well with it!”
Daenerys sighed, knowing the boy wouldn’t give up and they couldn’t be talking in screams in a beach. She titled her head and opened an eye to look at her oldest, without the hat on and even if he was a bit afar, she could recognize the scowl between his dark eyebrows.
“Drogon. Put the hat on or you will come and sit here until we leave.”
The boy groaned and dragged his feet to where he’d thrown his little white hat and put it back on before running back to his brothers.
“Still amazes me how quick he is to obey you. Which is good, or we’d be lost.”
Daenerys relaxed back on the towel and merely shrugged. “Years of practice. And if there’s something I learned with Drogon, is that if it’s not really important to him, he won’t fight against it too much.”
Daenerys grimaced to not feel the sun above her; she opened her eyes to find a big shadow covering her coming from the umbrella that Jon had just opened as he sat in a chair next to their table.
“Jon! The sun!”
“It’s too hot, normal people can’t tolerate it too much, you know?”
She half opened her mouth, faking offense. “Are you saying us Targaryens are not normal? Do I need to remind you you’re half Targaryen now? We’re married.”
Jon laughed loudly, head shaking along with his curls as she couldn’t help her offense expression melting into a grin to hear it. “I am a Targaryen as much as you are a Stark.”
“Yes? That’s how it works. I am Mrs. Stark now, am I not?”
Jon looked at her and kept his dark eyes on her, his lips pursing tightly meaning an idea was forming in his head. “Prove it then.”
She rolled her eyes. “How?”
“Go to the water. We’ve been here quite the time and you haven’t touched the sea.”
“Noooo,” she complained like a child. “It’s too cold.”
She knew he was trying to suppress a laugh. “If you’re a Stark as much as I am a Targaryen, you’d have to tolerate the cold, don’t you think?”
Daenerys groaned and shook her head. “Forget it,” she got up and started moving the large towel away from the umbrella’s shadow, when strong arms surrounded her waist and held her tight. “Jon, no!”
But it was too late. Daenerys found herself struggling against his grip as he carried her towards the sea on his shoulder like a child, no matter how much she yelled at him to stop and put her down, knowing it was in vain. She saw her children’s surprised faces as they passed past them, Arya and Rickon laughing their asses off, Bran shaking his head and Sansa trying to help her by telling her brother to let her go.
“There!”
Jon screamed before letting go of her, throwing her into the water. Daenerys’ scream was swallowed in deep water, her silver hair soaked to her back once she came to the surface, finding her husband smirking at her just a few meters from her, hands on hips and satisfaction in his gaze.
“So? Are you a Stark or not?”
Instead of showing the fire she felt inside through her purple eyes, Dany grimaced in what had to look like pain. “Ouch. I think my ankle was twisted, I can’t step…”
The winning look was gone from Jon’s face. “What? Wait there.”
Daenerys reached out her hand for him to take, and as soon as he did, she pulled him into the water next to her, the laughter around them increasing as she saw her boys clapping and jumping on the shore.
“Yay, mama!”
Jon emerged to the surface, hands wiping off the water from his face and trying to get his hair backwards. “That was low, I thought you were hurt.”
“Low? Low was throwing me here…” she looked behind her to see a big wave coming to their way and quickly ducked down the water, waiting for it to pass, finding that her body was starting to be in tone with its cold temperature. She came out to see Jon was shaking his head from side to side, trying to deal with his hair getting all on his face. “What is it, Stark? Having relationship problems with your hair?”
Jon glared at her through his curls before placing them backwards in a second, an amusement smirk starting to rise on his lips. “You’re going to pay for that, Targaryen.”
“I proved I am half Stark so that’s Mrs. Stark to you, and first, you have to catch me.”
Daenerys stood on both her feet and started running as fast as she could against the waves, crashing against one and forcing her to go under water. She swam deeper through it but felt a hand taking her ankle and pulling her from it, making her turn around in the process of trying to get rid of it.
She knew she shouldn’t open her eyes under seawater, but she did anyway, it stung at first but then she blinked and found the blurry vision of Jon in front of her, there was no mistaking in his curly hair, black beard contrasting against his pale face and his dark, grey eyes standing out through the clear, blue seawater.
Her eyes moved down to his mouth to see he was trying to say something, she frowned in confusion, not understand a thing of whatever he was mouthing, till she concentrated.
‘I – love – you’
Daenerys laughed, bubbles coming out from her mouth – god it was difficult to even try to pretend to be mad at this man. She swam closer to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into her and catching his lips between hers, feeling the waves crashing above them.
She realized Jon took them up the surface once the air hit her face, but didn’t let go of his mouth, if only bit into his lower lip and teased the tip of her tongue against it, smirking to hear the ever soft moan from him and to feel the way his hands attached her body against his.
Daenerys broke apart to feel short of breath, her chest raising and falling with speed as Jon’s did, smiles drawing in on their faces to hear Arya’s voice in the distance;
“Do you two ever not make something cheesy?!”
“You watch the kids, we’ll be right there!” Jon shouted back before focusing on her. “I caught you.”
Daenerys nodded. “That you did, but I won first. My body is even adjusting to the water’s temperature…” a playful smirk tug in her lips to his hands wandering down her back as she leant in to his face, their lips slightly brushing before her purple eyes stared up into his dark ones. “But I prefer the sun,” her smirk only grew as she pushed him away from her and he groaned, her legs and arms swimming backwards. “So you go close that umbrella, Stark. Fire always wins.”
“That was cruel!” Jon yelled to her way, an amused grin cutting through his face. “And we’ll see about that!”
Daenerys shrugged and winked at him before turning around and swimming back to the shore.
I
Day 2
“Papa, you’re pulling too tight!”
“Sorry, bud.”
“Mama, Rickon doesn’t want to give me the tablet and it’s my turn!”
“Rickon, will you please give Drogon the tablet?”
“I’ll give it to him when this video ends.”
“Sansaaa, when are you getting out of there?! It’s been almost an hour, get out!”
“It’s been just ten minutes, can’t I just take a shower in peace?! Go use the other bathroom!”
“That’s Dany and Jon’s bathroom!”
“You can go to that bathroom, Arya, it’s fine.”
“No Jon, because it’s not fair she’s always taking forever! Who even takes a shower before going to the beach? She took a shower last night!”
“Mama, I can’t find Vhagar! Can you help me look for her?”
“I have to end this sweetling, you go look for her under the beds, I’ll be right there in a minute.”
Jon groaned, starting to realize they should had rented a bigger house for this. The house didn’t even have a second floor and it was slightly bigger than the cabin built in his family’s backyard, but he wanted to make it simple and comfy for all of them, he didn’t want much luxury and even was insistent in convincing Daenerys not to bring any security guard. It was Dorne after all, the people here didn’t care much about whom they were, they all minded their own business, they wouldn’t need protection here and bringing security would only bring much attention to them.
Much more than being a family of nine brought already, anyway.
“Rickon, give me the tablet!”
“Just wait a minute!”
“Sansa!”
“Mama, I can’t find her!”
“Papa, are you done?”
Jon watched the mess around the living room. Viserion kept tugging at Daenerys’ dress, complaining at the edge of tears that he couldn’t find Vhagar anywhere as Daenerys tried her best to pay attention to her son’s worry and finish cooking the eggs on the pan; Arya kept hitting the bathroom’s door and shouting at Sansa inside, who was in a ignore-her-sister’s-screams mode; Rickon was spread out on the couch with the tablet on his lap and earphones on as Drogon kept poking his arm demanding the tablet back to him, and Bran, who had been reading a book as if the place around him was quiet as ever, decided to join the disagreement between Rickon and Drogon, probably annoyed by it, telling the youngest Stark to just give the tablet already.
Mornings. Mornings were the problem. They’d have to make a schedule for every morning to not have everyone wandering around till breakfast was ready or else Jon was going to lose his mind for the next twelve days ahead.
“Papa!” Rhaegal turned around with a justified scowl of annoyance on his features. “Is my hair finished?!”
“Yes, I…” his voice was cut off by the yelling around, making Rhaegal even grimace at it. Jon took a deep breath and stood up; losing the last piece of patience he had left.
“ENOUGH!”
The house filled with silence, the only thing sounding through the place was the shower in the bathroom. Everyone looked at him with wide eyes, including Daenerys, for he’d never had an outburst of this kind before; he was used to Drogon, Rhaegal and Viserion fighting in the morning for tiny things and he never minded that, but this was too much and he was not going to have this every morning in their stay here.
“Arya, go to the bathroom in my room or wait for Sansa to come out in silence, but stop hitting that door.”
Arya’s cheeks blushed lightly, her arms folding over her chest. “You don’t have to talk me like I’m a child.”
“Then don’t act like one.”
The Stark girl sighed loudly before muttering a ‘whatever’ and walking away to her room’s direction. He turned to the living room’s large couch and caught his youngest brother’s gaze.
“Rickon, give the tablet to Drogon, you’ve had enough.”
“But –” Jon only had to frown for him to roll his eyes and put the tablet on Drogon’s chest as he got up. “You’re such a baby.”
“Rickon!” Jon called for him, but the eleven year old didn’t stop till he reached his room and slammed the door shut behind him.
“I’m not a baby,” Drogon frowned upset.
“No you’re not,” Bran agreed with him. “He is being a baby right now, don’t worry. Shall we play that game you downloaded yesterday while we wait for breakfast?”
“Yes!”
Drogon jumped on Bran’s lap as the sixteen year old boy pushed the wheelchair’s control forward and carried them to the Targaryen brothers’ room, Jon gifting him a small smile of gratitude as they passed past him.
“Rhaegal,” Daenerys’ voice sounded. “Will you help your brother look for Vhagar while I finish this? I’ll help you both as soon as I can.”
“Okay.”
Rhaegal waited for Viserion to catch up with him before running off after Bran and Drogon, towards their room. Jon let out a big sigh, scratching the back of his head as he walked over to Daenerys.
“Nice morning, huh?”
Jon snorted. “Just like yesterday. I think we have to make a schedule… we tell Sansa to wake up earlier to get her morning shower, we wake the boys and Rickon in different times, I don’t know, something that will prevent having this mess… again.”
“I don’t mind that much, actually,” Daenerys shrugged, eyes glancing over to the pan. “I’m used to it because of the boys and I like seeing what a big family is like.”
“I’m used to this too; back when we were younger I never had it in me to say a word in the morning, but Robb, Sansa, Arya and Bran would always manage to make it a mess. It’d drive me insane. I guess that hasn’t changed.” Daenerys turned off the kitchen before turning to him and laughing. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing, you’re just adorable with that angry pout on your mouth,” she took his face with one hand and brought it to hers to peck his lips. “Will you finish getting the table ready? I’m going to help the boys look for Vhagar before Viserion loses it.”
“Of course, like my queen commands.”
Daenerys merely rolled her eyes before walking away. Jon took a few plates and vases and placed them on the table, eyes moving to the watch on his wrist– it was going to be 9 AM soon, they should be getting ready to the beach.
“Sansa, are you done with the shower?”
II
Day 5
“Where?”
“To a pub. It’s not dangerous. Besides, I’m going with them.”
Jon arched an eyebrow. “You are?”
“Arya wanted to go and Sansa wasn’t so sure so I offered to go with them,” he could see the smile wanting to rip through her face to see his scowl. “Jon. They’re grown.”
“Arya just turned eighteen, she’s not that grown,” Daenerys curved her mouth to the side, as if she knew something he didn’t. “What?”
“Nothing. Will you stay with the boys in two days then? I’ll make sure they don’t drink much, don’t worry.”
“Sure, we’ll have a boy’s night, but since you’ll control the girls, my question is…” his hands took hold of the sides of her waist and pulled her towards him, his lips curving slightly to hear her small gasp of surprise. They’d been walking on the beach for quite a time now, hand by hand, under the dark sky and with the comforting sound of waves crashing against the shore around them. The boys fell asleep pretty soon tonight, giving them time to go out for a quiet walk on the beach near home. “Who will control you?”
“Me?” Daenerys acted surprised, arms tangling behind his neck. “I don’t need anyone to control me. I don’t even drink that much.”
“I seem to remember something different… back in a pub in Winterfell, you coming to my table when I was kindly talking to two girls and telling me I was flirting with half the pub… you seemed kind of drunk?”
“I…” Jon smirked to see her mouth opening and closing, the words dying in her tongue. “That time, I drank more than necessary because I was upset with you. And don’t act so innocent; you were all but smirking to those girls.”
“A year later and you’re still jealous?”
“Not at all,” a playful smile rose on her lips as her finger traced a line from his cheekbone to his neck, her breath becoming closer to his skin. “I have no reasons to, because you’re all mine, aren’t you?”
Daenerys started to place slow and careful kisses on his neck, her tongue drawing little circles with each one of them, forcing him to close his eyes and held tighter to her waist, starting to feel the tug against his pants.
“Dany,” he whimpered against her hair. “Not here.”
The trail of kisses ended as her head rose from the crock of his neck, but her purple eyes were staring past him, excitement suddenly filling them.
“Look at that. Come!”
Jon didn’t have time to register what she was talking about that Dany took his hand and started dragging him towards it. He could feel his eyes widening at the sight of a cave, he hadn’t seen it before with the darkness around them, or maybe he didn’t want to see it – the more they walked closer to it, the more the lights went off.
“Dany…”
“No one will see us here, see…”
Jon gulped, this wouldn’t be the first time they managed to sneak in to have their time alone; they’d done it in cars, planes, parties… but as they were about to walk inside what appeared to be a huge cave, he had to let go of Daenerys’ hand and stay behind.
She turned around, waiting for him to catch up with her, but seeing with the little of light that there was left that he wasn’t moving, she frowned. “What is it?”
“I can’t… in there.”
“You know nothing, Jon Snow.”
Jon walked out of the cave and stood at its right, where nothing but the moon’s light reached. Soon Daenerys appeared in front of him, taking in the sorrow of his gaze for a moment before confusion displayed on her features.
“Jon. What is it?”
He reached out and pulled her closer to him by wrapping his arms around her hip, wanting to focus on her purple eyes contrasting against the darkness around them and forget about the redhead flashing through his mind.
They’d barely talked to their respective ex’s before; it never came up and they never had the need to tell the other more about what they already knew.
“I… had my first time with Ygritte inside a cave.”
“Oh… I’m sorry, I didn’t know –”
“I know, it’s okay. I just… don’t want to get inside there,” Daenerys nodded, her gaze drifting off, the excitement that it held before fading out. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to ruin it. It’s not like it’s something special I’m not willing to touch, but I’d feel… uncomfortable.”
“Yeah, I understand. We never talked about her, maybe…”
“Maybe when we get back home, it’s not… something I want to talk about in our honeymoon. This is about you and me and our family. That’s it.”
Daenerys nodded in understanding but Jon felt guilty all the same. He kissed her forehead, going for the top of her nose after and catching her lips last, feeling her hands cupping his face as he started kissing his way down to her neck.
But before he could continue, Daenerys moved away from him, still holding his face to make him look at her.
“Jon, there’s something… I need to tell you.”
Jon’s eyebrows came in together, sensing the nervousness coming off of her. “What is it?”
“I…” he watched her tongue running along her lower lip and felt her muscles tensing under his touch, increasing his confusion and worry starting to settle in. “I…”
“Dany,” Jon placed a hand on her cheek and scanned her up and down with his eyes, making sure she was okay, starting to think something was truly wrong. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
She shook her head quickly. “Nothing’s wrong, this is just… difficult for me to even say but…” she nodded to herself and looked up at him with her bright purple eyes. “I want to have children with you.”
He was not expecting that, at all.
“I know it may be too soon, but I want to try – at least be sure of whatever can happen, if I can or cannot have biological children. I’ll do any test necessary, but I want to know… I need to know, and if I can… I’d like to start trying. It’s just… seeing what our family is like in this vacation; it makes me want to make it even bigger. What… do you say?”
Jon stared at her bewildered. Long gone was the redhead flashing through his mind, now replaced with the image of a baby boy with Daenerys’ looks and his blood running through his veins, or a baby girl with the Stark’s looks and her mother’s temper – the only picture of it was enough to feel his heart speeding up against his chest.
“Jon,” Daenerys’ voice brought him back from his daydreaming. “It’s okay if you want to wait more, but I thought…”
Jon kissed her, fully and hard, before any dark thought could fill her mind – he didn’t want to wait any longer, he’d always wanted to have a family with her; they already did, with their three beautiful children, but the idea of getting to raise a baby from day one with her, of giving the boys a baby brother or sister, filled him with a happiness he couldn’t express in words.
His arms wrapped around Daenerys tightly and he lifted her off the ground, spinning in circles with her petite figure in his embrace and her laugh sounding through the place. But his feet betrayed him and they stumbled, making him fall with Daenerys on his top – her laughter only became louder and mingled with his own.
She adjusted herself above him and stared down at him, eyebrow arched up. “I take the kissing and spinning and falling with sand all over us as a yes?”
Jon grinned. “Take that as a thank you for making me the happiest man on earth.”
Daenerys mirrored his smile and cleared his face from his messy hair, a sigh coming from her mouth. “But Jon, I don’t want you to get your hopes so high because –”
“I will get my hopes high because I know it will happen,” he reached out to run a thumb over her cheek. “If you want it, if I want it, it will happen. I know it will. And it’ll be one of the happiest moments of our lives. We will have a child.”
Daenerys sighed, this time more of relief than anything given the smile spreading across her face. “I love you, my Jon Snow, you know that right?”
He smirked. “Your Jon Snow?”
“Well you are Jon Stark to everyone. But you’ll always be my Jon Snow.”
“Of course. Your Jon Snow. Now and always.”
Daenerys leant closer to catch his lips, his mouth parting to let in her tongue inside as he spun around and left her back against the sand, his head slightly moving up to see that there was nothing but darkness around, the cave next to them providing a big shadow for them.
“How about we start now?”
Even with the darkness covering them, he could see the spark lighting Daenerys’ purple eyes for a moment. “It’ll be my pleasure.”
Jon met her halfway in a needy kiss as he started to lose himself in the way their bodies responded to each other, knowing that despite all the crazy mornings, the short times they had for themselves, this vacation was going just as he wished, and it was even better with the news Daenerys had given him – and he had yet to give her his surprise.