Sansa got up from her chair and run into their bedchamber. She fell on the bed and started sobbing. She cried all the tears she didn't dare to cry for years. Now, the floodgates were opened and she couldn't stop. She cried for her parents, brother, friends, people she cared about, her past… Tyrion followed her and climbed on the bed. He took her into his arms and kissed her hair.

''It will be ok My Lady….''

''How? You will die!''

''I will not.''

''But he said…''

''It's Jamie.''

''What?''

Sansa moved away from her husband.

''Jamie is her little brother. Not me.''

''But I thought…''

''She always called him her little brother…In order for her to call me little brother, she has to see me as one and she never did. ''

He held Sansa tighter and pressed few kisses into her hair.

'' I am sorry that you got scared for my life… But I will not be the one killing her… It will be him…''

''I am so sorry Tyrion…''

''And if I am being honest… I am so terrified of the moment I will lose them both… And I hope your brother is wrong.''

None of them dared to say that Bran is never wrong.

''He must be…''

That was a false comfort to both of them. Sansa grew to like Sir Jamie and she felt bad that her husband will suffer after loss of both of his siblings.

''Should we go back?''

''I think that is the most appropriate thing to do.''

They both fixed their clothes and joined them back in the dining room. Brienne looked worried.

''Are you feeling better Lady Sansa?''

''Yes, thank you.''

Daenerys decided to tease her.

''Are you with child Lady Lannister?''

''No, I am not your Grace…''

''Are you sure?''

''Yes, I am.''

''Well, you better hurry… This castle needs an heir…''

''Don't worry Your Grace. My wife and I will have heirs… Since she likes things to be in perfect mathematical order… We will make sure to produce equal number of heirs for Winterfell and Casterly Rock.''

Sansa smiled at that.

''I am not that persistent with my numbers My Lord.''

''I played cards with you many times my Lady… You like even numbers and your numbers in line.''

Bran spoke again…

'' You will have seven children… Your first child is a baby Cersei is carrying now.''

They were all in shock, especially Sansa. She looked at her husband who didn't look surprised.

''That is why you said she has something to live for now? That is why you believed she would bring the army?''

''Yes.''

She saw how Tyrion looked at Jamie and she understood everything. It was his child. Jamie drank his wine and listened the rest of them make guesses who the father was.

The queen got up and ordered everyone to go to the library for the war session. She decided that they would leave in two days and that was final. In those two days they had to make good strategies and make sure that they don't fail them. Not many people around that table shared her enthusiasm. As the more time passed, less of them believed in her cause. Some of them didn't believe it at all.

Tyrion and Sansa were in their room sitting by the fireplace. She was doing her needlework and he was reading a book. He found her father's book about hunting and now he was reading about it. He found it fascinating how many speaces lived in these woods.

''This is remarkable… How many different aninals are in here.''

''So, it's Jamie's baby…''

''You don't waste any time wife.''

She smiled at him.

''I saw you watching him…That is how I knew.''

''Yes, it is his baby…It looks like my sister can only bare his children… All those years married to Robert and none of his children were born…''

''Maybe she didn't want them… There are ways…''

''I know My Lady…but still…''

''She hated him… She didn't want his children… I know I wouldn't want any of Remise Bolton's…''

He knew Bolton was painful subject to his wife and he had to be very delicate with what he was about to say.

''I never had experience of being with someone who I hate or who causes me physical and emotional pain. I can't imagine what you felt or what my sister felt… So, whatever her choice or yours was…I am not the one in any right to judge. I loved my niece and nephew… I hated Joffrey, but other kids were good. They inherited much from their father…I mean Jamie… Especially Tomen. He was a good boy… And she was a nice girl too… ''

''I am sorry for their deaths…''

''So am I… You have no idea my lady how much I am hurt by the loss of them…Especially because that was the moment when my sister broke…and she broke Jamie too… He realized that all of their children were dead…and part of his sees hope in the one we will have to parent.''

Sansa was silent.

''Could you love her child Sansa?''

That was the big question… She was asking herself the same thing since she learned they would have to be its parents… She couldn't imagine being mother to her child…but on the other hand…It's just a child…

''It's a child… a small innocent person… We will teach them to be a good person… We will give that baby all the love we have and it would never be any different from the ones that are ours…''

She put her needlework on the side and got up from the chair. She knelt by him and took his hand.

''I promise to you here, today that I will love all of our seven children the same… There will be no difference between ones that are ours and the one that is not... They will all be our children.''

''That is noble of you Sansa.''

''Maybe… I can say that child has unfortunate parents, but it's innocent…It had nothing to do with who brought them into this world.''

He kissed her hand and she smiled at him. At that moment Arya opened the door just so she could see and hear what they were talking about. After hearing that her sister would have to bare six children to the dwarf, she had to make sure that it's by her own will and that she would never be forced to be with a man. She was surprised to see the tenderness between her sister and her new/ old husband. She never saw Sansa like that with anyone.

''You will be amazing father to all of them.''

''I hope so… I never wish to be like mine was.''

''Few good things came from him too.''

''Like what?''

''You… ''

''What?''

''You are the best thing that came from Lord Tywin Lannister.''

She got the hair out of his face and raised herself a bit. She gave him a very tender smile and kissed him on the lips for the first time ever. Tyrion and Arya were surprised by this move from Sansa. He wished to grab her and kiss her senseless, but he didn't. He knew what happened to her before and he was not going to be the one to force her to do anything she didn't want. So, he let her take charge. She pressed her forehead to his and exhaled.

''You can touch me… I will not brake. Unless you don't want me.''

He started laughing.

''Don't want you?! Who could not want you Sansa Stark?! That person is crazy or blind… You are the most beautiful and desirable woman I've ever seen… ''

''But…you didn't kiss me back?''

''I am sorry…I just didn't know what would make you comfortable.''

He kissed her hand and smiled at her.

''I want you more than you can imagine… I've always wanted you… but somehow it was never appropriate…''

Now she was laughing.

''I want you too… But I am scared.''

''Good, then we will work on that fear together…at the pace and the way you need it to happen…''

''Six children…''

''I guess we will manage to get you in a better place when it comes to intimacy Lady Sansa…''

She smiled at him.

''I just want you to know one thing Sansa… You are wanted… You are always wanted.''

He kissed her forehead.

''I know that you have trouble with what happened to you in the past. I know you have scars on your body and your soul… I know you are scared of letting anyone see you and touch you ever again… And I will be perfectly fine spending the rest of my life just holding you and your hand when we go to sleep. I don't care that we come from two noble families and that we have to produce an heir. I don't give two shits about it. If you are not comfortable with being my woman, I will never ask that from you or seek others for that matter. You are my wife and I will be yours until my dying day… Never doubt it…''

''Thank you… Tyrion…''

''No, thank you…''

Arya closed the door and went to her own room. She was glad that Sansa was married to Tyrion. After what she just heard and saw, she was sure her sister picked the best man possible… She was sure that he will never do anything to hurt her or humiliate her in any way. She respected Tyrion for being that attentive to her sister. A man who tells his woman that she will be the one to pick how and when they would be intimate is something she appreciates, especially after hearing what happened to Sansa and working in the brothel. She was some crazy things take place there and she never wanted another woman to be treated like some of the women who worked there. She heard Tyrion leave their bedroom and she went to talk to Sansa. She knocked and entered to find her sister sitting in her chair doing needle work.

''Arya? Is everything ok?''

''You tell me…''

''I have no idea what you are talking about?''

She took a seat across form Sansa and smirked.

''Six children… You and your tiny husband will need someone to take care of the castle since all you would be doing is….''

Sansa blushed…

''Arya…''

''What? It takes a lot of…''

She saw the way Sansa looked at her so she chooses not to be vulgar.

''…work to make those six babies.''

''Can we not talk about it?''

''Why? It's fun… I love to see you blush.''

''It's not decent.''

''Come on Sansa! You are grown and married woman… it's a normal activity and topic.''

''Not so normal after...''

Arya knows how much her sister suffered in her union to Bolton. She takes Sansa's hands and kneels in front of her sister.

''You have to let that go… You have an amazing person by your side who adores you… You can't live in the past. You are missing so much… Pleasures in the bedroom are something that can make a relationship very strong. It's an amazing bond to share with someone.''

''You speak as you have experienced it.''

''I did.. And I would do it million times over.''

Sansa smiled.

''Smith boy?''

Arya blushed a bit.

''Yes, Gendry…''

''Is he good to you?''

''Yes, he is.''

''Good… I am glad.''

''You are not angry I did it out of the wedlock with a blacksmith?''

''At least you made that choice.''

Arya felt bad for her sister.

''Sansa, you have a choice too… And from what I saw, you want him too.''

''And what did you see?''

''You kissed him.''

''You were watching us?''

''I was worried after our brother mentioned all those children. I didn't want the same to happen to you.''

''He is not like that.''

''Now I know.''

Dinner was finished and some of them moved to the other room where queen wanted the audience with few of them. The rest was free to do as they pleased. Arya went to find Gendry, Hound, Brienne, Tormund and Sir Davos went out to see how the horses were doing and if it is necessary to change hooves for some of them and that left Tyrion and Sansa at the table. He noticed she was a bit nervous. He puthis hand on hers and smiled.

''Are you well My Lady?''

''Very well, thank you…''

''Something is on your mind?''

''Can you give me a moment before you retire to our room?''

''Yes, my Lady… You may have all the time you need.''

''Thank you.''

She went back to their bedroom and opened one of the chests she never touched. That was her chest from the King's Landing. She got out of it very light nightgown and a deep red robe. That is the present that arrived for her on the day of Purple wedding. Tyrion had it ordered for her. She never got the chance to wear it. Her handmaiden helped her out of the dress and into her nightgown and robe.. When Tyrion came into the room, she was standing dressed in his present with her hair down and a very new look in her eyes.

''My Lady?''

''My Lord, I wish for you to take me to bed…''