Based on a Prompt from the ASOIAF Kinkmeme: Five Husbands that Cersei Lannister would have been happy with and one were she never married and was happy anyway.

I do not own a Song of Ice and Fire. If I did, everyone would be a lot happier. And Slightly less dead.

It was all Ed's fault. Cersei hung out her bedroom window, wringing out the twin's clothing over the waters of the Red Fork. The light silk shifts were soaked through, silver threads lost in the rivers and stained with mud. They had been a gift from her Father for their fifth name day and now they were ruined. Cerlena and Dencen looked little better. They've been shivering non-stop since she had found them; flame red hair plastered to their foreheads, skin pale as marble. Her dunce of a Lord Husband had actually let them go swimming! Ed at least had the wherewithal to look sheepish. She rounded on the trio.

"I don't suppose you three have anything to say?" She demanded.

The three glanced at each other, waiting for someone to break the tense silence.

Dencen spoke up in a high whining pitch, "But Father promised he would teach us to swim on our fifth name day."

Cersei rounded on her first born son, green eyes blazing,

"And the fact that's its autumn and you could have frozen yourselves to Death doesn't matter." She countered.

"It wasn't that cold, Mommy." Cerlena piped up now, rushing to her twin's defense, "Papa said it was warm enough for a quick lesson."

"It was cold enough for you to freeze." She shouted at the quivering girl. Her voice lilted higher and higher until it was a raging squeal, "What were you thinking?! Do you want to have your little brother to have two dead siblings?!"

"Cersei," Ed spoke the warning in a low, gentle tone. She looked at him than the twins. Their green eyes were as big as dinner plates. They were terrified. Of her. She sighed gently and pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to will her head to stop throbbing.

"You two," She pointed at the twins, "Go to Measter Hollen."

Ed's face bloomed into an expression of mock horror. "By the Seven, their tongues will fall from their mouths."

His light tone took the edge off his words.

Cersei glared at the flame haired lord then her shaking children. "Now."

They knew to run when their Mother used that tone. Cerlena jumped up and went racing down the halls, pulling Dencen by the hand.

Cersei called after the running pair. "And take everything he gives you."

Cersei turned to her Lord Husband. He watched her fierce scowl with wary eyes. There wasn't anything she could do. She grabbed a pillow from the bed and threw it at him, then plopped down on their bed with a thud. Ed caught the pillow with ease. When she didn't throw anything else at him, he sat beside her and began to rub slow circles on her back. Six months into her second pregnancy and it was going little better than the first. A mother's tender stomach and aching muscles felt worse than ever. Her temper was soured as old cream.

She threw her blonde head back and moaned in relief as Ed's clever hands melted the heavy knots beneath her skin.

"You really are a trying man, you know that?"

Ed was so Good to her. He was Rhaegar or Jamie wasn't: plain, forgetful, weak. But he was so sweet. He truly care for her, not just her blood, gold or womb. He wanted her to happy. Just for that, she couldn't bring herself to hate him as much as she should have.

"And you are a terrifying woman," He murmured into her hair. "On our wedding night, you were scowling so fiercely I thought you would melt my armor."

She snorted, "Well you weren't exactly the Silver Prince my father had promised I'd have." She sifted so he could find a particularly stubborn kink. "Who gets married in chain mail?"

"It's a family tradition," Ed laughed, low and soft. "And you weren't the Lord Husband Lysa was promised."

Cersei grumbled at the memory. If she had known how badly her Father had wanted an alliance with the Tullys at the time, she never would have convinced Jamie to Take the White. And she won't be stuck with Ed. Who was moving his clever hands across her skin and pressing little kisses along her neck.

Ed continued with low words, "I don't suppose you've considered the fact that I dove bravely into frigid waters of the Trident to rescue your first born son."

"I might have," She admitted with a stern smile, "If you hadn't convinced him to get in the water at the first place."

"They looked at me," He laughed softly. His hands rested lightly on her shoulders "With those great pleading eyes of theirs."

She knew that look. It was the same one she had given Father many times during her childhood. It had never worked on him.

"It was too dangerous." she insisted.

"It would be more dangerous if they had sneaked out and tried to teach themselves to swim."

Cersei twisted, her belly smacking Ed in the knees. Her green eyes met bright blue ones, "They won't…"

"Oh yes they would." He interrupted, "I caught them planning it."

She stared at him in disbelief. Cerlena and Decen, do something so stupid.

"They're more like you than you think." He beamed and threw his hands out wide, "Bold. Willful."

Cersei remembered her own childhood: switching clothes with Jamie for weeks at a time, running off to hear her future from an old witch, convincing Jamie to give up Casterly Rock.

Bold. Willful.

His grin was cocked to one side, the way it always did when he was joking.

"That's a nice way of saying stubborn isn't?" She inquired.

His smile widened until it almost touched his ears. "You've been talking with Uncle Bryden haven't you?"

They were both laughing now. Gold and Red mingled as they touched foreheads gently.

Cersei whispered across Ed's lips. "You can't give them everything they want."

She thought of her life as a Queen, of the halls of Casterly Rock, and the sunshine of Jamie's hair.

Ed smiled again and pulled her lips to his. They locked together for a gentle moment, and then Ed pulled back and kissed her forehead.

"Isn't that why I have you?"

Giggling, Cersei pulled the redhead to lay by her side and settled in for an afternoon nap; Ed stroking her golden curls with a gentle hand.