Eddy and Liza: 2 years old

Jon swayed his sleepy son in his arms. For once the child seemed to go right to sleep. Ygritte came into the room with Liza already asleep in her arms and placed her in her cradle.

"How do you do that?" Jon asked, smiling at her.

"Do what?" Ygritte said.

"Get her to go to sleep so fast?" Jon said.

"I don't know," Ygritte said, placing a kiss behind his ear "I just do. I must just be good."

Jon placed Eddy in his cradle and turned to face Ygritte, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her towards him.

"And the fact that she learned to run today had nothing to do with it?" Jon said jokingly.

"Hmm not at all" Ygritte smirked placing her own arms around his neck.

Jon smiled and kissed her.

"Take me to bed" she said, her eyes full of love and lust.

Jon lowered his hands and scooped her up so that she was in his arms with her legs wrapped around his waist. She was so light. He kissed her neck and she moaned, her breathing already starting to quicken. She leaned back slightly and while still gripping herself to him with her legs she removed her arms from his neck and unhooked and slipped off her fur top. Jon carried her to the bed and crawled on top of her kissing up and down the body he knew so well. A mixture of tangled limbs and lord's kisses later found them in each other's arms facing one another completely content and drifting into sleep. A few hours later Jon awoke to singing. He rolled over to see Ygritte's naked form standing a few steps away from the bed nursing Liza and singing to her.

"And the crow and the fire dance many a night" she sang softly.

"What are you singing?" He murmured, half asleep.

She turned and smiled at him before placing the little redhead back in the cradle and climbing back into bed.

"Us" she said resting her head on his arm.

He gave her a confused looked. Ygritte grinned as she closed her eyes.

"I sing the songs of the free folk and you sing songs of drunken crows and names of kings and lords I've never heard of."

She opened her eyes and looked at him. "Our children are of both worlds, they should hear songs of both worlds too. I was singing about us. I was singing them our story."

He rolled onto his side so his chin was resting on her head. He pulled her close.

"Sing it to me" He said.

And she did.

:) Hope you liked! Thanks for reading! Stay tuned for chapter 3.