Three years later…

Arya looked up from her blankets at the sudden high-pitched laugh that pierced the air over the rushing sound of the water. She smiled, seeing Jory swing up one of the small boys and whirl him around to stand on his shoulders. The other let go of his arms and struggled, dog-paddling over to the side of the pool. He got out giggling, naked as the day he was born.

"Robb come here and get warm."

He ran over to the blanket and Arya quickly covered him up in a thick fur, rubbing her hands up and down his sides to warm him briskly. As gorgeous as the waterfall was, when Arya first dipped her foot in she realized it was true Northern waters- ice that melted in the summer but was still as chilly as the mountain it ran from. The little boy nestled against her belly, swollen with their third child. She hoped for a girl. He looked up at her and she kissed his forehead, his auburn curls drying against his forehead.

"Rodrick be careful!" she yelled towards the pool, a half-second before the little one plugged his nose with his hand and jumped from his father's shoulders. He bobbed to the surface, spitting out water and paddling furiously as his dad picked him up and walked out of the water with him.

"I wasn't done!" the little boy protested, looking at his father with the same sweet eyes.

"I think you've had enough", Jory answered, setting him down on the ground and gently smacking his bottom, sending him running to the blanket. Robb joined his brother, his darker, straighter "stark" hair dripping onto his small, pale shoulders. Jory shook out his own locks, before laying down into the sun, his chest heaving, his face smiling.

Arya leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

"Getting too old for our young ones love?" she asked kiddingly. He was still more comely. He grinned up at her, his eyes narrowing against the dappling sunlight. He frowned kiddingly back at her. Jory turned onto his side, resting his head on one fist and surveyed his little family. He reached up and gently rubbed her belly her hand soon rested over his.

"I am happy…young or old."