Cullen is utterly terrified when the Inquisitor finds out she's pregnant.
With the life he's lead, Cullen could never imagine himself become a father.

In fact, he doesn't know who he's more terrified for; his dear wife, the child growing inside her, or himself.

The Inquisitor is strong and capable, but to Cullen she still seems frail and he worries about the effect of the pregnancy on her small shape.

So he fusses and flits to and fro; never leaving her for long even though he has work to do.
She kicks him out every now and again, but with less frequency as her stomach grows and she has difficulty walking the stairs up and down to their tower.
It's theirs now, not just hers, but Cullen still keeps his bed above his office for the days when moods ride her and kicks her out.

They're married, but his wife is still the Inquisitor, and the personality she's acquired after having been dragged unwillingly into this ordeal had made her a bit bossy.

Cullen placed guards at her door, so if something happens, he can know in an instant.

Other times he sleeps on the sofa in their room, especially when the nights turn colder, so he can hold her and keep her warm when she lets him know.

Most of the time he knows she's cold before she can call out for him, and he's rewarded with a kiss each time he snuggles up to her.

His coat hangs by her bed, so she can put it on and not be so cold.

Varric makes an off-hand comment about Cullen being territorial during a game of Wicked Grace and Cullen's reaction seems to only edge the writer on.

Cullen almost asks Varric if he's working on a series about the Inquisitor and himself, but decides he'd rather not know, so he lets it slide for now.

The twins are born on a late spring day, the promise of warmer times carried on the wind.

As he holds his first-born daughter, he marvels at the beauty of her. His golden hair and eyes combined with her mother's pointed ears makes it no doubt who the parents are.

When he gets to hold his other daughter, the marvel is not diminished. Black hair, golden-green eyes and ears a bit less pointed than her sister.

Cullen looks over at his wife. She looks so tired, but happy and the expression at her face mirrors his; tears of joy and happiness, both at the beauty of their children and at a relatively easy birth.

When the sheets on the bed are changed, Cullen crawls in with his wife and their beautiful daughters.

Cullen doesn't know if he's ever been this happy, even though he thought the same the first time they kissed, and slept together, and when she returned back alive after fighting Corypheus, and when she said yes to marry him and when they married.

"I love you," he says as his wife drifts off to sleep and he gets up to put their children in their cribs.

"Love you too," she mumbles back, sleep blurring her speech.

That night Cullen doesn't dream a single bad thing.