Author's Note:
Okay this is what I wrote in the last hour while I was re-watching GoT (what else can we do, while we wait for Season 8 lol)
I'm a huge Brienne/Jaime fan and I just think they belong together, I WANT them to be together
I hope you like this little story of mine.
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Chapter One
When she first felt nausea coming up and made her vomit early in the morning, Brienne thought that maybe Podrick was the worst cook in whole Westeros. So she kept looking over his back the next day he began to cook their small meal. But there was nothing wrong the way he cooked.
The second time nausea overcame her she thought she might get sick and they took a two day rest in a tavern. But it looked like it was just in the early morning hours, so Brienne decided that the journey to the north to find Sansa Stark, had to go on.
Nausea had gone without Brienne realizing it but the next thing she realized - a couple of weeks later - she didn't bleed.
"Shit," she muttered and began to count. She realized that she hadn't bled for a while. But she wasn't that kind of woman who observed her body.
She never needed to.
While she did, she walked up and down the little camp, Podrick, and she had decided to use for the night. Three months since she had left kings landing... since she'd left him.
She'd stayed a month at his home. So it seemed that she was fucking pregnant in the sixth month.
"What's wrong, Mylady?" Podrick came from behind, with a worried look. He was a good guy, although it appeared that he was not very talented with serving her. And she knew she could trust him, Podrick Payn would never betray her.
She hadn't recognized anything else besides nausea, who was gone after a while. Brienne even didn't show, her belly was flat as it ever was.
No sign.
She hadn't searched for a sign of pregnancy either. Never, indeed, she had thought that she would ever get pregnant. For the truth, she never wanted to get pregnant. And it wasn't like she tried to. It had been just this one time she'd been weak. One time as a maiden and now she carried a child without even recognizing it.
It was after Jaime Lannister, also known as the Kingslayer, saved her, Brienne of Tarth, from the bear's pit and took her with him. Never, in seven hells, she had thought that he would come back. To her. She had such strong feelings towards him at that moment, it was overwhelming.
They went to a little tavern, and Jaime took her by his left hand so that she had to went inside what appeared to be his room.
"Sit down," he told her, and she sat down on his bed which was the only thing she literally could sit down.
"I'll clean your wound."
Brienne looked in his direction. He knew she hated it to get touched by strangers. But Jaime was no stranger anymore. So she nodded and pulled her left arm out of her dress, held it with her right hand in front of her chest.
Jaime moved and sat down beside her, the mattress shifted a little when he did, and Brienne held her breath for a second.
"I'm sorry if I hurt you," his voice was so soft, she could only manage to nod and watched her feet while he cleaned the first scratches which reached from her neck to the throat. He then went to her left upper arm. It hurt very much, but Brienne managed to sit silently at his side until he was ready.
"Thank you.", Brienne managed to say when he stood up.
"I should go, " she said then, but he stopped her when she tried to do so. "I'm sorry, there is no room for you, Mylady, but you can sleep here. I will stay outside."
Brienne turned into his direction, still holding her dress in front of her chest.
"You don't have to stay outside. You're more hurt than I am. I can sleep on the ground, Ser Jaime."
"I don't accept that Brienne," he quietly told her. "This bed is big enough for both of us. I have your clothes here if you need them."
He went over to another topic and gave her a small smile. "We've already seen everything Brienne, there's no reason to be shy."
Brienne blushed, looked away and nodded. He was right, and they both would need a bed tonight. They were tired and exhausted. And today's experiences had been terrifying for her, so she gave no back talk.
She turned her back on Jaime and changed her clothes. She hated dresses in general, but that pink dress was the ugliest one she had ever seen. She threw in the fire what was left of that dress, didn't watch it burn.
Brienne went to bed, Jaime laid there and had left some space for her. She laid on her back, Jaime on his left side. She could feel him watching her.
"Are you okay?", He asked quietly, and Brienne nodded. She had to be okay. "I hope you still have your maidenhood," he said then, and Brienne managed to watch him angrily. But he didn't look amused. He looked worried.
"Why do you want to know that?" She asked him with a softer voice, she realized that he was genuinely caring for her. "But yes," she didn't want to say it, but the words were spoken before she could stop them.
"I care," was the only thing he told her as an answer and closed his eyes. "I'm glad it is," she heard him saying while he drifted into sleep.
"My lady?"
"What is it, Podrick?" Brienne looked at him.
"I'm worried. You haven't talked for a while know, going up and down here. Is something wrong?"
"I'm afraid, but yes. Something is terribly wrong," Brienne murmured and sat down in front of the fire and sighed in frustration.
"I think my father finally becomes his heir..."
To be continued
