GoT season 7 is almost here, so I thought I'd share this little fic I posted on LJ a few years ago. May contain spoilers for S03E09, but I think everyone has already watched that one by now.
Miranda sighed as she closed the door behind her. None of her efforts to come home early had worked. The magazine deadline and the last financial reports had piled up and it had been impossible to leave the office at a decent hour.
She put her coat in the closet and left the Book – because it was that late – over a little table with flowers. The editor went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, turning on every light and making as much noise as elegance would permit. Still, nobody came to greet her, as of habit. Now worried and with a heavy heart, Miranda climbed up the stairs in search of her wife and daughters.
"It's okay, you don't need to cry. We knew it was going to happen sooner or later."
"But that was awful!"
"I still think it was worse last week."
Forget the heavy heart. When Miranda heard the choked voices of Andrea and the twins, the organ skipped so many beats she was not feeling it anymore. Pretty much taking the door off its hinges the editor invaded the media room to find the three of them snuggled up together on the huge couch, red rimmed eyes and sobs, with Caroline gently stroking Andrea's hair while Cassidy held the brunette's hands.
"Why it had to be like that? It was horrible, and cruel, and so sad!" – Andrea whined.
Half a second later Miranda was on her knees in front of her wife, holding the journalist face in her hands, trying in vain to make Andrea meet her eyes.
"What happened? Andrea, tell me what happened! Caroline, Cassidy, someone answer me! Was it with...?
"No, we're fine, but Talisa is not! And Robb and Catelyn, oh god...!" The brunette was swallowed up by sobs again.
Who's Talisa?
"See, mom, we were watching Game of Thrones..." – Cassidy started with a choked voice.
"And it was an emotionally difficult episode..." – continued a sniffing Caroline.
"And we think that was a little too much for Andy's hormones."
Game of Thrones and hormones... "I see."
Climbing on the couch to hug her wife, Miranda murmured softly into Andrea's hair:
"Darling, you knew that was going to happen. You've read all the published books."
"It's was different! I wasn't prepared for that – sobs – and it was so hard, all the despair – more sobs.
"I am sure the Starks won't let whatever has passed go without revenge – If you can't fight them... – now let's go to bed, you need proper rest" – said the fashion mogul, caressing the beautiful pregnant belly of her lover.
"And about you – started Miranda in mother mode – we will have a conversation tomorrow regarding your watching of this naked bloodbath they call a show."
"Okaaay, good night, everybody."
"Good night, mom, good night, Andy."
After quick good night kisses, the girls retreated to the safety of their rooms.
"And now you..."
Miranda helped Andrea up and the two walked slowly to their room, the brunette had calmed enough to see the bright side of things.
"I'm so glad our kid will be born in the summer."
"Of course, darling."
And I am so glad I won't have to guard the townhouse against imaginary baby stealing White Walkers.
Fim.