"Then you will have to try harder to accept it." Daenerys pressed a kiss against his hip, ran her nails gently across the insides of his thighs, taking her time with working her way downward, both to settle comfortably with the burden of her growing stomach and to tease and pleasure her beloved wolf. "I am yours. Your wife, even if not yet by law, in practice. And you are mine, my husband, my love."