I have forgotten to post this next part, short as it is. I apologize. I also know I said in the first chapter that I intentionally left the side pairings vague but I came to realize that I love my first ASOIAF ship too much to stay away from it so this chapter more or less confirms Jon/Arya ship. That means there is an implied incest present in this chapter. I'm sorry if that's not to your taste.

JON

Jon had taken the four children who could walk to see Viserion after the morning meal, thinking to distract them, Catelyn most of all. The dragon was a sufficiently rare and interesting sight that the five year old girl did put all the other thoughts out of her mind, tentatively patting the muzzle that would have been able to swallow her whole.

It was an amusing sight. Most people tended to fear the dragons but the children had no such inhibitions, viewing Viserion as another giant pet, there for them to touch and play with. As a matter of fact, Jon had to take hold of both Aemon's and Ned's tunics no less than four times to prevent them from climbing up Viserion's front paw on to his back. At least Catelyn and Visenya showed more restraint and settled for merely petting the dragon on his head.

It was only after pointing out that the dragon needed to eat just like them and that it was the time for the midday meal that Jon had finally pried the boys away. The girls went willingly, Catelyn holding two year old Visenya by hand. It was almost uncanny how similar the child was to her mother at the same age and with Visenya taking after her own mother appearance-wise, it was like watching young Sansa and Arya again.

Later on, Jon wouldn't recall which of the children veered to the side first but it was Ned who led his sister and cousins on a chase into the godswood. They often played in there, just like Jon and his supposed siblings had years ago and Jon didn't think much of their game, walking behind and keeping an eye on the four of them. He had only remembered Arya's words about the other people who would be ocuppying the godswood at this time when Ned cried out "Mother!" and sprinted towards the two people sitting on a bench by the largest spring.

For a moment, Jon feared for how Sansa would react. She had been told about her children and Jon didn't doubt for a moment that she would still love them as fiercely as before her accident, regardless of whether she regained her memories or not. But seeing them for the first time could be a shock to her. He shouldn't have worried though.

Ned was stopped in his flight by his father who quickly stood up and easily snatched the running boy up, holding him so they were face to face.

"What did I tell you about running around and screaming like a wild beast?" he questioned and Ned hung his head contritely.

"To not to?" he replied and then squirmed in Sandor's hold to look at his mother. "I am sorry, mother."

Sansa smiled, her eyes slightly uncertain but Jon and Sandor were probably the only ones to pick on that.

"It is alright, Ned," there was a hesitant tremor in her voice as she said the name as if testing it out. "Put him down, Sandor."

The moment the boy's legs touched the ground, he scrambled towards Sansa and climbed into her lap, throwing his arms around her neck. Jon could see Sansa shifting her position unconsciously to better support him. It seemed her body remembered all of the comforting motions needed to hold a small child. Then again, Sansa had taken to motherhood from the first moment she had learned about her first pregnancy.

"You were hurt and I couldn't see you," Ned mumbled into her neck and Sansa stroked his hair comfortingly.

"I was hurt," she agreed. "But I am getting better," she assured him but her eyes were trained on her daughter who stood next to Sandor, still holding her cousin's hand. "And I love you all, always will, no matter what."

"Even Ryssa?" the boy questioned as he scrunched up his nose. "She pulls my hair," he complained and Sansa suppressed a giggle.

"You pulled my hair, too," came the unexpected support from Catelyn who climbed on the bench, seating herself next to her mother comfortably. Jon picked up Visenya before she could start fussing about being ignored, Aemon attaching himself to his leg. Jon glanced at Sandor to gauge his mood and saw the older man observing his own family with almost a content expression on his face.

"Are you alright now?"

The burned side of Sandor's mouth twitched.

"We will be."

A/N: I'm not sure when I will next update. I don't plan to drag this much further, though. Two-to-three chapters should wrap it up nicely. In the meanwhile, anyone here a fan of Once Upon a Time and Rumbelle? Because that ship is taking over my brain recently...