Inspired by a conversation I had with my mini-me a few weeks back. Another boob thief baby boy on the way but even five-year-olds need a reminder of how much they’re loved.
“Papa, when the baby comes will no you love me anymore?” Aemon asked as he pulled at a thread in his Toothless plushie, head down as the words left his lips.
Those very words broke Jon’s heart. He didn’t know where they came from. Nor did that matter right then. Instead, he slid down to the floor beside his five-year-old and opened his arms for a hug. “Come ‘ere, Aemon.” Aemon responded quickly, scrambling into his father’s arms and koala wrapping himself around Jon’s neck. “I won’t love you any less, buddy,” he promised, gently running a soothing hand down his son’s back. “My heart just gets bigger to love one more. Just like when you and Naerys were growing in Mama’s belly. And when Mae was growing. And just like your baby brother. Mama and I… Our hearts just get bigger. Just like your heart, and Naerys’ heart and Mae’s heart is gonna grow to love him. Okay?” He pressed a kiss to the top of Aemon’s head as the little boy slowly nodded, his small arms tightening around Jon’s neck momentarily. “I love you, buddy. There’s nothing that’s ever gonna change that.”
