Game of Thrones: Pieces of Parenthood
First chapter of a small Gendrya twoshot I felt like doing; inspired by other similar stories I've seen (too many to name), here we have Arya and Gendry, with their infant daughter, a little family moment, enjoy.
Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin.
Chapter 1
The soft cries of their infant daughter coming through the baby monitor was what woke Gendry. With a soft smile he sat up, yawning. He heard Arya's moan as her grey eyes fluttered open.
"Gendry...Nymeria..." She mumbled.
Laughing gently he began to get out of bed. "I got it Arya, I got it."
"Good." She said at once.
Gendry knew she was smirking and rolled his eyes. Even being a mother and wife hadn't changed Arya one bit.
She was still the same smart, sharp tongued tough young lady he knew and loved and he wouldn't have it any other way. As he made his way down the hallway from their bedroom, the twenty-three year old man wondered just how he and eighteen year old wife had managed to make it this far.
'Arya was always so different; she always felt she'd be a horrible mother...I didn't know how to be a father, I didn't exactly have a good example.' He thought to himself. 'But here we are, married, happy, in love...with a lovely daughter.'
He also knew Arya's fears were not justified, their little Nymeria adored her mother.
He could still hear Nymeria's cries and sped up a little; he had a pretty good idea what was wrong, Nymeria was starting to teethe after all, the pain must have woke her up.
Entering the little girl's room he smiled, briefly observing the mobile above the crib, Nymeria loved it so much. A mobile of hand-carved forest creatures he and Arya made together, wolves featuring prominently.
He made his way over to the crib itself and lifted Nymeria out, the girl wailed, her cheeks red.
"Shhh, it's alright Nymeria." He said soothingly. "Daddy's got you."
He gently cradled her, moving to stand by the window. He gently hummed a lullaby, until finally, although still teary-eyed, Nymeria calmed down, no longer crying.
"There we go sweetie; I know it hurts." He said softly. "But don't worry, it won't last and in the end, things will be better."
He moved her so she could see outside; they watched the street, lit only by the street lamps outside; the leaves of the tree out front of their apartment building rustling in the wind.
"Is she okay?"
Gendry turned and nodded to Arya who stood in the doorway. He smiled as he looked her up and down, hair a mess, the grey shorts and tank-top she wore as pyjamas rumpled, yet still, in his eyes, a vision.
"She's fine, just her teething pains." He said.
Arya smiled and walked over to join them. She never said it out loud, but while still the same as always, she was a caring mother who worried for her daughter, especially with things like this.
"Well, at least we know." She said gently.
Nymeria reached for Arya at once, smiling. Arya smiled back and gently took her, cradling her. Gendry stood by them, his arm around Arya as Nymeria finally drifted off to sleep.
"Gendry, thank you...I'd be so lost without you when it came to this." She said.
Gendry nodded; it was only around him Arya lowered her guard like this, allowed her vulnerable side to show.
"Likewise." He admitted. "I would be lost without you...Together, we can do it."
"That's right." She agreed.
They gently laid Nymeria back in her crib and stood by it, watching her sleep, smiling. It was how they always managed to succeed after all, how they always managed to accomplish the tasks they faced.
Together.
End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.