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labellefleur-sauvage · 1 year

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The Room Where It Happened

It was a long journey from Antica back to the continent.

Luckily, Chaol had a new gorgeous wife and a mostly private room to pass the time.

If only everyone else onboard understood the meaning of a closed door.

Or: A few Chaol and Yrene smut scenes. All aboard the SS Cockblock.

A/N: Back on my Chaorene bullshit. Honestly just smut. General spoilers for the TOG series and Tower of Dawn.

Word Count: 3895. Rating: E

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They’ve only been at sea three days and Chaol was already tired of it.

It was different on the original trip to Antica months ago; then, Chaol spent day after day on the ship wallowing in self-pity and pain, convinced he’d never walk again. The weeks passed in a hazy blur.

Now, he was aware of each day. He heard the loud rumblings of dozens of people constantly, their voices and footsteps carrying over the ship at all hours of the day. The sound and action was maddening. Not to mention the smells, the bland food, and the constant tension and anxiety due to the inherent danger always present whenever the sea was involved. He certainly didn’t wish for those dark days of before, but there was a certain level of blissful ignorance that made the time pass quickly.

At least he and Yrene, his wife of only a few weeks, had a private room to keep themselves entertained.

Chaol’s tongue lazily swirled around Yrene’s soaked folds, grazing the head of her clit as a reward every time she whimpered his name so prettily.

“Gods, Chaol,” she whispered, sounding wrecked already. Her small hands buried themselves in his hair and tugged lightly.

Well, ‘private room’ was a bit generous. Chaol knew space was at a premium on the ship, and that he and Yrene were infinitely lucky to have their own quarters and not have to bunk with the majority of the ship’s passengers in the large galley under the deck.

Their room was a glorified closet with a small, lumpy bed taking up nearly the entire space. There was no room between the bed and the side walls; the two of them had to climb over the foot of the mattress each night. The walls were thin, and they were right above the area in the ship where the livestock and horses were kept.

But he wouldn’t trade any of that right now, not if it meant he got to spend quality time like this with his new wife.

“Chaol, yes! Right there!” Yrene tugged even harder on his head. Her hips canted up towards his eager mouth. She sighed as he slipped a finger in her velvety walls.

He hummed between her legs, her moans and sighs going straight to his already leaking cock. He shifted his aching knees on the floor; his back and legs were screaming at him to get up but he’d rather be thrown overboard than stop what he was doing right now.

Chaol thrust another thick finger into Yrene. Her responding wail nearly made him come right then.

“Come on, wife,” Chaol murmured. “Make a mess of me. I want to hear you when you soak my face.” He increased the speed of his fingers moving inside her and flicked his tongue over her straining bud, and Yrene was coming, gasping and moaning loudly. Her hands were like two claws in his hair, and he let her ride his face until she pushed him away, trembling.

He leaned down to lick the come escaping her leaking cunt, then sat back on his haunches to grin at Yrene above him. He could feel her juices smeared over his mouth, cheeks and chin. Having her come on his face felt like a badge of honor, and it was the only adornment he ever wanted.

Yrene gave him a sultry grin before she sat back further on the bed and spread her legs wide. “I think it’s time for you to make a mess of me now.”

Chaol groaned and hopped on the bed between her thighs - he could see her folds still quivering from her release. He reached down and notched the head of his thick cock at her entrance. He slowly pushed in, and they groaned together as he stretched her out -

There was an earth-shatteringly loud knock on their door. “Hey! Some of us are trying to work in peace! Be quiet you two!”

Chaol and Yrene stilled as the annoyed voice on the other side of the door walked away, muttering loudly to themselves, “on the ship in the middle of the day,” and “rubbing it in our faces.”

Chaol and Yrene stared at each other in shock, the same horrified and embarrassed looks on both of their faces. Yrene gulped. “I guess the walls are even thinner than we thought.”

“Or maybe you can’t help being so loud when I make you come so well,” Chaol shot back, grinning a little to try to reclaim the mood that had left as swiftly as their interloper.

Yrene looked down at his cock. The interruption affected him more than he would like to admit; his cock had deflated a bit, and his body was aching from his earlier ministrations on the floor.

She bit her lip. “Maybe, if you’ll be quiet, I can repay the favor.” She wrapped a small hand around his length and began slowly pumping him, looking up at him through such faux-wide eyes Chaol didn’t think her hand would need to be on his cock for long.

“Yeah,” he moaned softly as his cock returned to form, “anything you want Yrene.”

XXX

Chaol was resilient - he could adapt. Normal, middle of the day sex with Yrene was clearly out of the question. That was ok - there were plenty of opportunities for him to be intimate with his wife.

Which was how they were spending their morning together today: Yrene bouncing in Chaol’s lap, her strong back and pert ass on full display each time her body met his hips.

Chaol groaned softly as the wet smack of their bodies joining floated up to his ears. He loved it when Yrene rode him, especially now that some days his body was too worn to do much else other than sit or lay down.

Yrene shifted slightly, leaning forward towards his legs and settling on her knees so she could rock back onto Chaol’s cock. He choked on his breath: from this angle, he had a perfect view of her lower lips strained around his aching length as she took him inside her to the hilt with each thrust.

“Fuck Yrene,” he groaned softly. “Wish you could see how your cunt stretches around my cock. Your little pussy takes me so well.” She whimpered above him and her walls tightened even further around his length somehow. “Gods, you're perfect.”

And she was. Yrene was the best thing to ever happen to him, hands down. He loved Dorian like a brother, and Aelin changed his life in ways he never could have imagined, but they all paled in comparison to Yrene.

She was smart, capable, kind and loving. A small part of himself couldn’t believe he managed to get Yrene to fall in love with him, especially considering their first few disastrous meetings. But she stuck with him through it all, and he knew she was as devoted to him as he was to her.

Chaol didn’t realize he had been walking in the dark his entire life until Yrene’s light shone upon him and showed him who he could truly be. She was a blessing, and Chaol wanted to worship her as she deserved.

It was a bit awkward but he sat up in bed and pulled Yrene against his chest. She squeaked at the angle shift but let him do as he pleased, until her back was against his chest and he was completely buried inside her silken depths.

“I want to be close to you when you come,” he whispered in her ear. One of his hands went between her legs to stroke her clit as she barely lifted herself off his cock before taking him back inside her, grinding down against him. She gasped as the head of his cock rubbed against the deepest, most sensitive parts of her.

“Just like that,” he murmured, turning her head so he could kiss her as she continued grinding on his cock and his fingers worked her slick flesh between her thighs. “You’re so beautiful when you come.”

“Chaol, Chaol, Chaol ,” she gasped against his lips. “Don’t stop, don’t stop - gods, you feel so good -!”

Chaol buried his head in the crook of her neck and wrapped an arm around her torso. What a perfect way to start the day, coming undone with his wife -

“Morning Raul!”

“Morning Beschk!”

Chaol and Yrene halted. The cheery voices sounded close but muffled, not right outside their door like last time.

“Did you decide which pig we say goodbye to today?”

“I was thinking Ol’ Thurgis. He’s big enough to last for weeks, and that’ll give time for Dreg to fatten up a bit more.”

A faint thumping and a wistful sigh. “Sorry old pal. Shall we begin?”

Yrene and Chaol could do nothing but stare in horror as they listened to the squeals and sounds of a pig being butchered directly underneath them in the livestock cargo area. It seemed to go on for ages until finally the sounds of saws disappeared and all was quiet again.

“I don’t think I’m in the mood anymore,” Yrene said softly.

Chaol sighed. “Neither am I.” He lifted Yrene off his softened cock and they laid on the cramped bed together. “I don't think I’m in the mood for pork either, but I fear we’ll be seeing Ol’ Thurgis at dinner tonight.”

Yrene let out a strangled laugh against his chest. At least Chaol could put a smile on his wife’s face to start the day.

XXX

Afternoons and mornings: apparently not the best times for sex on a bustling ship.

No matter. That left plenty of time in the evenings for Chaol and Yrene to play.

Chaol tugged on the somewhat slack ropes binding his wrists to the short wooden bed frame above him. They weren’t able to tie him too securely - the bed posts would probably snap if he strained on the bindings too hard - but it served its purpose well enough.

Yrene was between his legs, languidly sucking and licking his cock as she wanted. She took just the tip of his cockhead between her lips, swiping her clever tongue across the slit to collect the precome. Outside of their little room, heavy rains battered the ship.

How lucky he was, Chaol thought, looking down at his wife sucking his cock like her life depended on it through heavy lidded eyes. Yrene was a vision: her lips were swollen and shiny with her spit, her cheeks flushed, and her golden, lean body spread out behind her on display.

He gripped his bindings, trying to hide how close he was. Yrene would stop entirely again if she knew how close he was to coming.

His wife was a stubborn creature, as seen by her steadfast determination to heal Chaol’s body, mind and soul during those tortuous months when she slowly extracted the Valg that had taken root in his body. She had spent countless hours researching and working through possible solutions to Chaol’s injuries, and had come away victorious.

Chaol loved that about her, even if sometimes her stubbornness meant she spent ages teasing him in bed before she allowed him to come. It was the sweetest torture he had ever known.

“Please!” he gasped as Yrene withdrew from his legs, a devilish smirk on her lips.

“You’re doing so good for me Chaol,” she whispered. She dragged her nails down his thick thighs. “Maybe if you beg nicely I’ll think about letting you finish on my face.”

He whimpered as she kissed his way down his cock, her hand stroking his length. Her tongue darted out and fondled one of his sensitive balls, then the other.

“Yes,” he hissed, shifting his hips towards her face. “Anything, anything. Please, don’t stop.” Chaol didn’t know what he did to deserve Yrene Towers-Westfall beneath him, sucking and licking his balls and squeezing his dick with relish. Perhaps, in another life, he was a devoted supplicant to the goddess Silba, and he was being honored now.

Maybe it wasn’t about him, though, he thought, staring at Yrene with a sudden clarity. Maybe Chaol was Yrene’s cosmic reward for being a goddess incarnate. Chaol was immaterial; Yrene was a world-maker, a savior. He was nothing more than pleasurable collateral for his wife’s amazing deeds.

She detached herself from his balls - Chaol groaned, frustrated - and made a show of licking and sucking her index finger. She went back to sucking his cock, taking only what she could fit in her mouth. The storm outside faded as her wet finger trailed between his legs and ass cheeks and rested against his puckered hole.

Chaol whimpered and widened his legs in an unspoken plea. Before his injury, before Yrene, he would never have been able to admit his sexual interests and desires, to let himself be vulnerable and exposed like this. But after everything he went through, and having Yrene there to help him and heal him, pushing him and encouraging him but not judging him, made Chaol realize he could trust Yrene in more ways than one.

Yrene teased her finger around his asshole. She grinned around his cock, her smile growing as Chaol’s pleas and cries left his lips completely unbidden. Finally, she was going to let him come. He relaxed as her finger broached his hole and she swallowed as much of his length as she could in her mouth -

CRACK .

BANG .

The shock of the peal of lightning and thunder outside, combined with the gigantic wave that rocked the entire boat and shifted him across the bed, couldn’t compare to the white hot pain that radiated from Chaol’s cock. He cried out; it was like he was back in his chambers in Antica, going through another healing session with Yrene. Eyes watering, he looked down to see several red bite marks imprinted into his cock.

He looked around the room wildly. “Yrene!”

There was a faint groaning from the floor as his wife raised himself up from where she had been thrown to the floor. Rubbing her head, she stared warily at Chaol before her gaze dropped to his cock.

“Oh gods,” she whispered, horrified. “I didn’t - are you OK - I’m sorry, the wave and the storm -“

“It’s alright,” Chaol grunted. “Can you untie me?”

Yrene scrambled over the bed. She almost kneed his already throbbing cock when another wave hit the boat, but recovered to release him with shaky hands. He assessed himself. Luckily, besides Yrene’s bite marks, nothing else seemed wrong with his manhood.

“I’m so sorry.” Yrene’s eyes were watering, looking between Chaol’s face and his length “Here, let me have a look.”

“No, it’s fine,” Chaol hissed, protecting himself from his wife’s apologetic hands. It was one thing to have Yrene heal his back; he wasn’t sure if he was ready to feel her magic on his cock. “Let’s just… wait for the storm to pass.”

She grinned weakly at him. “Want me to kiss it better?”

Chaol snorted. “No offense, wife, but I don’t think I want your talented mouth anywhere near my cock until we’re back on land.”

XXX

Come hell or high water, dead pigs or disgruntled passengers, Chaol was going to fuck Yrene if it was the last thing he ever did.

He sucked in a sharp breath and pushed his cock further into Yrene’s cunt. She was on her stomach on their bed, her hips supported by a pillow underneath her and her legs pressed together. She was so tight like this, her walls clasping his dick, he thought he might go mad with how much he wanted her.

“Fuck Yrene, you’re so fucking tight like this,” he gritted out, his legs slapping against the meat of her ass. He watched, hypnotized, as her lower lips gripped his cock, as he disappeared within her, as her wetness coated his cock and upper thighs.

Her muffled whine into their sheets was confirmation enough that she needed this just as much as, if not more than, Chaol did. The past few days had been particularly hard on both of them. Chaol had endless strategy meetings for what would happen when their forces arrived to help fight Erewan, and Yrene had started becoming sensitive to the food and the constant rocking of the boat, queasiness now a constant friend for her stomach.

None of that mattered now. Yrene felt better, and all Chaol could focus on was the smooth glide of his length inside her body. He closed his eyes and savored the feeling. How fortunate that he got to experience this for the rest of his life.

Knock, knock, knock. “Yrene?”

It was Eretia, a fellow healer. Chaol glared at the door, mentally willing the old busy-body to leave. Yrene slightly shifted under him. “Don’t move or say anything,” Chaol whispered, gripping her hips. “Maybe she’ll leave.”

They waited in silence for several agonizing seconds. Chaol was just about to start moving again when the knocks came again, sharper this time. “Yrene? Are you in there? Hafiza has called a meeting and needs all the healers in attendance.”

Yrene wiggled underneath him to try to escape but Chaol only tightened his legs around her thighs. “Chaol,” she gasped. “I need to go.”

“You can be a little late to one meeting!” he snapped quietly.

“If Hafiza is calling a last minute meeting it must be important!”

“More important than us doing this, spending time together?”

“Yrene? Are you in there? I hear voices.” And like a scene from a nightmare, Chaol saw the doorknob to their room start to jiggle.

That was the last straw. He understood both Yrene and himself were important figures on the ship; they each regularly had meetings with generals and healers, respectively, at all hours of the day, depending on when everyone was available.

Maybe it was because Chaol had been brought to the edge so many times without completion, or the bustle of being on a crowded ship for so long was finally starting to wear on him. He knew their bedroom was only a facade of privacy, but he had been clinging to the belief that he and Yrene were truly alone when they were together in their little room, that they could be ensconced in their own blissful bubble when they retreated to their room and closed the door.

He just wanted to spend quality time alone with his new wife, doing things all newlywed couples did - was that too much to ask? What good was a private room if he couldn’t even be alone with his wife for ten minutes without being interrupted in some manner?

“She’s occupied!” Chaol growled at the door. “And she’ll be out when she’s done!”

His words were met with silence. Yrene looked devastated beneath him, his cheeks bright red and her mouth hanging open in astonishment.

Eretia scoffed on the other side of the door. “Occupied indeed,” she muttered. “Just make sure she’s not too late!”

“Chaol!” Yrene snapped her head around to glare at him. “What do you think -“

“I think,” he snarled, gripping her ass cheeks and slamming into her so hard she cried out, “that it’s been days since I’ve gotten to properly fuck my wife and I’m pissed. It’s either someone interrupting us, or a storm, or a stupid pig being killed and ruining any chance I have of getting to spend time with you.”

“Chaol,” she whimpered, and this time when she looked at him, there was no anger or annoyance in her eyes.

“I’m going to make you come on my cock, then I’m going to come in you and send you off with my spend running down your legs. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll barely be able to walk to this meeting. Got it?”

Yrene stared, wide eyed at her husband’s outburst, before she nodded numbly.

“Good,” he grunted, thrusting inside her again. “Be a good wife and hold on.”

Chaol didn’t hold back. He put all of his frustrations over his time at sea into Yrene’s willing body, her soft gasps and groans egging him on. He was fucking her so hard no doubt she’d be tender for a few days; they’d have to put a pause on their marital relationship but Chaol knew he’d need a break after this session as well.

For her part, Yrene certainly didn’t seem to mind Chaol’s dominance. Her pussy was even wetter than before, her body tense underneath him. One of her hands reached back to grip his forearm, the other tangled in the sheets, both cementing her to her husband and this moment together.

Her brows were furrowed and Chaol knew from plenty of experience that she was close. He worked a hand beneath her body. It only took a few wet glides over her clit before she was coming, her body squeezing his cock and her moans so loud there would be no doubt to anyone on the ship what she was doing.

And who was making her feel such pleasure, Chaol thought viciously. Finally, after days of tension and teasing, his own release coiled in the base of his spine and he let go. He thrust his cock into Yrene’s tight sheath as far as he could go, emptying his come into her body. He gripped her hip so hard he knew she’d carry a reminder of this coupling on her body for a while.

He continued to lazily thrust into her, working them through the aftershocks of their orgasms and making sure to leave all of his come inside her. Yrene whined softly when he withdrew, kissing the sweaty skin of her neck.

Chaol looked down between her legs. Her center was red and puffy, and a small trickle of his come was already leaking down her folds. His stomach tightened in response. Yrene’s ass and hips were red and marked, and Chaol winced with her as she gingerly moved to lay on her back.

“I’m sorry Yrene,” he apologized, looking at her swollen cunt. “I didn’t mean to be so rough at the end there, I just…”

“Felt a little frustrated that our private time together kept getting interrupted?” she finished with a knowing smirk.

“Something like that.” They climbed off the bed and Chaol helped get Yrene dressed for her meeting.

“I bet everyone heard us,” she sighed, throwing on a loose dress. “And I’m sure I look a mess.”

“You look well-fucked,” Chaol answered truthfully.

“And I feel it. You couldn’t even get me a towel to clean between my legs?”

“Nope,” he replied cheerfully, moving with her towards the door. “But maybe,” he whispered in her ear, his voice sultry, “if you come back from your meeting soon, I can clean you up then.”

Chaol’s words had the intended effect: Yrene’s breath hitched and her cheeks turned his favorite rosy shade as she stood on her toes to kiss him.

“I’ll hold you to that husband,” she whispered against his lips, giving him one final kiss with so much heat he was just about to pull her back into their room to clean her up with his tongue before she wobbled away on shaky legs.

Chaol sauntered back to their bed and threw himself on it. Perhaps this room wasn’t that bad after all.

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Best Laid Plans

Chaol Westfall wants nothing more than to celebrate his first Valentine’s day as a married man with his wife Yrene. He made a tidy list and everything, full of all her favorite foods and activities.

Unfortunately, the baby in her belly is determined to ruin all of Chaol’s plans, one bullet point at a time.

For Day 2 of @sjmromanceweek 2023: Love Languages. I think Chaol shows his love through acts of service and I wanted to explore how that might look with Yrene. I love Chaol and Yrene and I've been wanting to write them for a while so this worked out perfectly!

Rating: General/E for Everyone. Pure fluff. Also, there are spoilers for the movie The Princess Bride oddly enough so if you don't want to be spoiled, go watch that and come back.

Word Count: 2.5K

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Chaol hadn’t anticipated how excited he could be for Valentine’s day until he had married Yrene.

Wonderful, smart, beautiful, far too good for him Yrene. It hadn’t been love at first sight for either of them when he opened his eyes the first time after his car crash, paralyzed from the waist down. No, she had huffed into his room and angrily declared she was going to fix him.

And she had, in all the ways that mattered. Their rehab appointments blossomed into a date, then another date, then a few brief months later they were married and Chaol had never been happier.

He had secretly started planning for their first Valentine’s day as a married couple - as a couple at all, really - while on their honeymoon in the cozy cottage in the Scottish Highlands they had rented, just a few weeks after their courthouse marriage. The idea of spending all day doing their favorite activities made him giddy with excitement and love for the woman who had saved it in more ways than one. It was going to be perfect.

And then Yrene woke up one morning holding three positive pregnancy tests like a poor imitation of a royal flush and all of his ideas for their perfect Valentine’s day were shattered.

“I’m pregnant,” Yrene breathed, smiling and dazed, and she threw herself into Chaol’s stunned arms and squeezed him so tight he was glad he still suffered from some partial numbness in his body or it would have hurt. “We’re going to be parents.”

He was happy - thrilled, honestly, but as the news finally sunk in later that evening, he realized his perfect Valentine's day for Yrene was ruined. Sighing, he canceled the reservation with the four star Michelin sushi restaurant that served the freshest Japanese tuna known to mankind.

Okay, so there’d be no sushi or romantic horseback ride - Chaol was adaptable. He could change his plans. After all, isn’t that what loving husbands were for?

Chaol’s alarm on his smartwatch woke him up at 8 AM sharp. Yrene was turned on her side away from him, deep in sleep. Operation Valentine’s Day was a go.

Creeping out of bed, he quietly made his way downstairs to the kitchen. First step: breakfast in bed with homemade pancakes, crispy bacon and scrambled eggs with avocado toast.

Loading everything on the wooden food tray, he carefully climbed the creaky wooden steps to their bedroom and saw a small stream of light peeking under the door. Smiling softly to himself, he walked in and saw the light was coming from their master bathroom, and the dreaded sounds of retching immediately hit his ears.

Quickly setting the tray on the bed, he made his way to the bathroom to see Yrene bent over the toilet. He gathered her hair behind her head and pressed a wet rag to her forehead.

“Are you alright?” Chaol asked, terrified. “Are you sick? What do you need?”

She spit into the bowl and flushed. “It’s just a bit of morning sickness,” she said, turning her weary gaze to his. She sat down and leaned her head against the wall. “Baby just didn’t like something I ate apparently.”

Chaol bit his lip. “Isn’t five months a bit late for morning sickness? I thought that was only a first trimester thing.”

She shrugged. “For most women, yeah. Some lucky ones have to suffer through it all nine months.” She sniffed the air. “What’s that smell?”

He grinned. “I brought you breakfast -”

Yrene immediately threw herself back on the toilet, gagging and spitting, as Chaol looked on, slack jawed.

“Thank you dear,” she gasped out, giving him a teary eyed smile when she was done. “That was very nice of you. I’m not sure I have the stomach for breakfast at the moment - do you want to eat it for me?”

Chaol had no appetite either but he shoved a piece of cold, limp bacon into his mouth after Yrene had cleaned up and crawled back into bed. “Love you,” he whispered, kissing her on the forehead and taking the mostly uneaten breakfast downstairs to clean up and regroup.

He checked the list he had made on his phone, typing a big ‘X’ next to breakfast. Not off to the best start but he still had a whole day planned for the two of them. Next on the agenda was a couple’s yoga class he had signed them up for. Yrene loved yoga - she often used it as a form of additional therapy when the stressors of her job and past became too much, and she had even roped Chaol into going once or twice.

She sat up in bed and squealed in delight when Chaol told her to get ready. “I haven’t done a class in ages!” she exclaimed, running up to him and giving him a big kiss on the mouth.

Chaol preened under her attention. “Better get ready then,” he said, giving her a swat on her butt as he turned towards his dresser to change.

At least this was going to work. He had just pulled on a shirt when he heard a snuffling behind him. Turning, he saw Yrene standing in front of their full length mirror with a pair of leggings pulled up as far as they could stretch, almost comically resting under her belly.

There was nothing funny about this though. Chaol could handle a lot but the one thing he couldn't stand was Yrene’s tears. Rushing over, he gathered her in his arms right as she began wailing. “Nothing fits anymore!”

Chaol kissed her forehead, willing his own tears away. She had finally “popped” within the last few weeks, her stomach rounding out in a way that was obvious to everyone that she hadn’t just eaten a large meal and was suffering from an intense bloat. He laid a hand on her belly and rubbed soothing circles into her skin.

“Do you want to borrow some of my shorts or sweatpants?”

“It doesn’t matter,” she moaned into her chest. “None of my sports bras fit either. My boobs are too big, and the material hurts my nipples.”

“How can I help? What can I do for you?”

Yrene turned her teary, puppy dog eyes on him and Chaol had to grind his teeth together to stop himself from crying at the sight. God help him if they had a daughter - she’d be a spoiled princess once she figured out she’d only need to turn on the water works to get anything she wanted out of him.

“Cuddle in bed with me for a little bit?”

As if he would ever refuse that. Grabbing his phone so he could cancel their spots for yoga, Yrene laid her head on his chest and wrapped her arms around him as best she could. Trailing a hand up and down her back, Chaol thought about the rest of the day.

He had planned to take her out to her favorite coffee and bakery spot after yoga, followed by an easy walk in their local arboretum but he figured she wouldn’t want to do that, seeing as how she had already fallen back asleep, her little snores muffled against his chest.

He checked his list and added three more ‘Xs’. Baby Westfall: 4. Chaol: 0. It was as if their child was determined to ruin their father’s hard laid plans every step of the way.

The late afternoon sun was streaming into their kitchen by the time Chaol began working on dinner. He had gotten Yrene to eat a little by giving her her favorite pregnancy snack - pickle spears smothered in peanut butter - and was cautiously optimistic that she would have an appetite for dinner. She couldn’t have sushi, her favorite food, but she could still eat her second favorite meal, roast chicken and pasta.

Chaol had just set a timer on the microwave for the chicken when Yrene padded downstairs in her fluffiest robe. Yawning, she sidled into one of the high chairs at the kitchen island and smiled at him. “Goodness I’m starving - what are you making?”

“Your second favorite meal, since sushi is off the menu for a while,” Chaol replied, feeling pretty pleased with himself. “That lemon roasted chicken and pasta recipe you love so much.”

To her credit, Yrene kept her face composed but Chaol saw the slight downturn of the corner of her lips, the sudden dimming of her eyes.

“Oh no,” Chaol said, grimacing as she grinned sheepishly at him. “Don’t tell me -”

“The baby isn’t really feeling chicken tonight,” she said apologetically. “I’m really sorry, you’ve been putting so much effort in to today -”

“It’s alright,” Chaol said softly, forcing a smile to let her know he wasn’t mad, though he was definitely a little upset at his child for thwarting him yet again. “What are you in the mood for?”

Yrene hummed and opened the fridge, opening a bottle of cranberry juice and taking a big gulp before opening the freezer. She gasped and bent over and held out a brightly colored bag to him.

“Pizza rolls?” He said incredulously. “And not even Totinos, but off-brand?”

“They’re the best!” Yrene replied. “Please? Oh! And how about some sweet potato fries?” she said, holding up another frozen food bag.

“Of course,” he sighed, kissing her forehead. “I was going to make chocolate pudding for dessert -”

She grimaced. “Maybe not. Texture has been a big thing for the baby lately.”

“I figured that, so I came prepared,” he said, pulling out a bag of Swedish Fish from the pantry.

She moaned with relief. “God, you’re the best husband ever.” She gave him a big hug and opened the bag of sweets, popping one in her mouth before offering the bag to him.

He checked his phone while they crammed pizza rolls into their mouths. He put yet another ‘X’ next to dinner, and then, for good measure, burned the roof of his mouth on the molten cheese that erupted from the little pizza pocket crust in his mouth. Clearly, his unborn child had something against him.

“How about a movie?” he asked as they finished their gourmet freezer dinner. She nodded and they made their way to the couch, Yrene with the bottle of cranberry juice and candy tucked at her side. Getting comfortable, he put on her favorite film - The Princess Bride - before he pulled her over so her head was in his lap.

“Chaol Westfall, you are an absolute gem,” she said, as the opening scenes of the movie came on.

He smiled. “You deserve it.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and snuggled close, finally ready to put a mental ‘W’ in his column and an ‘L’ for the baby.

Yrene sniffled. Then she sniffled again. Then she dragged her hand over her eyes to wipe away the tears gathered there.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s just,” she choked out through gasps, “it’s not fair, is it?”

Chaol’s mind was whirling, trying to make sense of what she was talking about. What had he done? What hadn’t he done? Was she upset that she was pregnant while Chaol didn’t have to suffer the changes going through her?

“I mean, Buttercup is just so mean to Wesley, and he already loves her, and he doesn’t deserve it!” she bawled, fat tears leaking down her cheeks.

For a split second Chaol had never felt more relieved in his life that he wasn’t the source of his wife’s tears. Relief turned into confusion as he stared at her.

“I thought this was your favorite movie?”

“It is,” she gasped through her tears.

He reached over and handed her a box of tissues. “Do you want me to stop it? We can watch something else.”

“No!” she shrieked. “It’s my favorite movie!”

“But you’re crying!”

“It’s just my stupid hormones,” she said. “You know I cry all the time now for no good reason.”

As Chaol listened to Yrene quote the movie practically line by line through her thick tears - she was especially emotional when Buttercup and Wesley were separated, and when Inigo Montoya got revenge for his father’s death - Chaol had to hand it towards their unborn child: when they committed to absolutely dunking on their father, they went hard. At the end of the day, it was Baby Westfall with the sweep: six for six, Chaol thought almost bitterly.

Yrene was completely sobbing by the end of the movie as everyone rode off into the sunset. “It’s such a good movie,” she moaned through her sobs.

Well, at least she had a good time. Chaol tried to keep his voice light as he suggested they get ready for bed but Yrene heard the disappointment behind his words.

“Hold on,” she sniffed, refusing to let him get off the couch. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s just,” he began, suddenly embarrassed. He sighed. “I’m sorry Yrene. I tried to make our first Valentine’s day together perfect but everything went wrong.”

She furrowed her brows at him and sat up, wiping the last tears from her reddened cheeks away. “What do you mean?”

“I made you breakfast in bed and you couldn’t have it because the baby gave you morning sickness. I signed us up for yoga, none of your clothes fit. I made you one of your favorite meals, the baby decided they wanted something else. We watched your favorite movie and you cried nearly the entire time. I just wanted to give you the perfect day and frankly, the baby sabotaged all of it,” he ended, only scowling a little.

Yrene laughed and despite his misery, that all too familiar flutter hammered through his chest at the sight and sound of it. “Don’t listen to him, little one,” she said, staring down and patting her stomach. “He’s just a little upset that you ruined all his hard work.”

“Yeah I am,” he grumbled, but laughed along with Yrene.

“This was the best Valentine’s day I’ve ever had,” Yrene said, looking up at him and staring at him with such love and adoration on her face he nearly stopped breathing. “And you know why?”

Shaking his head numbly, a small thrill went through him as she grabbed one of his hands in both of hers. “Because I spent the whole day with my amazing and caring and handsome husband, and I can’t think of anything more lovely than that.”

She pulled him in for a kiss and his hand fell to her stomach, where their baby’s kicks beat like a drum against him.

“See? They’re happy they got to spend all day with you too,” Yrene said, positively glowing.

How did he get so lucky to have found this amazing woman? “I love you,” Chaol whispered. “Happy Valentine’s day.”

“I love you,” Yrene said, leaning down to kiss him softly, and Chaol had to admit that even if their baby one-upped him all day long, it was still the best Valentine’s day ever.

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