The Theirin Nose
Elissa giggles as Alistair lays down beside her, his head pillowed on her exposed thigh as his fingers gently run back and forth over her swelling stomach. She sighs when he presses a soft kiss to her skin, her fingers brushing through his longer hair, twining the strands through her long fingers as he caresses her belly.
“Do you think our little one will be a boy or a girl?” He whispers reverently, and she delights in the soft tones of his voice, the way his eyes sparkle with unshed tears as his hand maps their child growing within her.
She smiles gently, brushing her free hand over his, before pursing her lips.
“I don’t mind either.” She whispers, so as not to break the moment with a slight increase in volume. “But… I feel like it’s a boy.” Alistair’s eyes light up as she says that, knowing he's dreaming of a young boy with ginger locks and golden eyes, teaching him how to ride and use a sword, giving him everything he desired and all the love he possibly had to give.
“I’d like that.” He whispers, catching her fingers when they trail down the slope of her nose, pressing sweet kisses to each individual pad of her fingers. She giggles when he playfully nips at one, wiggling his eyebrows as he shuffles closer to her, curling his legs up and over hers as he presses a kiss to her bump.
“I think Eamon would like that too.” She huffs angrily, smoothing her hand over the bump, grinning a little as she feels a slight movement in response. Alistair laughs, shaking his head ruefully. Eamon had been on their backs about producing an heir and securing their line since they’d taken the throne nearly 12 years ago.
They were still young - or at least that’s what she’d like to believe, she’d been no more than a child when they’d stopped the blight, turning twenty during their yearlong journey across Ferelden, he having turned twenty one just before the blight began. She was just happy to have been blessed with a child, after spending a year hunting desperately for the cure to the blight that infected both their bodies, she’d hunted it down out west, and had cured them both, giving them much, much longer to spend with each other, and for that she’d be forever grateful.
She opens her mouth to say something, to tell him she loved him, when she feels a strong, solid kick against the hand that rests atop her belly. Alistair’s hand immediately freezes, their eyes rushing to one another's incredulously, waiting with baited breath as another solid kick lifts her hand slightly.
They both burst out laughing, disbelief written across their features as Alistair sits up slightly to nuzzle into the spot their little one had just kicked. “He’s a strong one.” He whispers, voice still soft, as if he’d disturb this precious moment, or it would be ripped away from them for speaking too loud.
There’s a smaller nudge against Alistairs cheek as he laughs, his wide eyes looking up into hers with such love she feared she’d break, her heart swelling with the affection she felt for her husband in that moment. She felt so incredibly blessed, after all they’d been through and fought for, to have finally been given the thing they wanted most in the world seemed too good to be true, but here they were, King and Queen of Ferelden and feeling their child growing beneath their hands.
“I think I can feel his foot!” Alistair laughs, sitting up slightly to catch her hand, pressing it to the sharp protrusion along the side of her stomach. She raises an eyebrow, pretending to search questioningly as he looks on excitedly.
“I think that’s his nose love.” She states, trying to keep a straight face as he stills, eyebrows coming down harshly as his eyes rake over her features, trying to tell if she was serious or not. They stare at each other, waiting for the other to break, when she finally does, sputtering with laughter at the pout on his lips.
He huffs, sitting up and turning around with his arms crossed. “Oh love I didn’t mean it!” She cries, still laughing loudly as she grabs his shoulders and yanks him back, resting his head against her shoulder. He groans but willingly settles against her side, hand instantly coming back to rest along her belly.
“I think it was though.” She can't help from whispering, laughing even louder when he looks up at her with a heated glare and another pout.
She’d never tell him, but she prayed to the Maker their son would have his nose, it was one of her favorite features of his.