Tormund and Jon stood on the snowy hill looking down at the farm. The light snow fall looked beautiful on the country side. A week prior, Tormund had went to his friend and asked for help with a surprise for Brienne. Normally, he would have just done it on his own, taken everything on his own, but he didn't want to step on Jon's toes. He was getting soft in his old age.
"This is fine, My friend. It's been abandoned since Bolten." Jon said walking down the hill, "THe lands are yours if you wish."
"Aye. It'll do." Tormund said looking at the house. "She is tired of the room and she deserves a castle, but this will do."
"I don't blame her. I have troubles staying in one place too." Jon said opening the door of the cottage, "It needs some work, I suppose. Do you think she'll be mad that you got this without asking her first?"
"Most likely." Tormund said running his hand over the dusty table. A home. The thought frightened Tormund slightly. It seemed so permenant. But a home also meant he could fuck her where ever he wanted. He grinned, "Fucking on the table." Jon looked at him.
"You might want to clean it first." He slapped the man on his back with a chuckle.
"Fuck that. I'm going to bed Brienne everywhere but the bed in this house." Tormund said thrusting his hips in the air.
"You might want to ask first. From what I hear pregnant woman aren't as agreeable as they were not pregnant and Brienne wasn't very agreeable to begin with." Jon pointed out.
"Well, I got her pregnant somehow." Tormund chuckled with a shrug. "Smells like sheep shit back here." He stepped out back and walked to the barn.
"Well, it used to be a sheep farm." Jon said kicking the fence. It wobbled slightly. "I dont know anyone with sheep for buy right now, but you might want to go down to the Hurst Farm. I hear they have a big litter of Pigs. and ask nicely. Don't just take them." He knew how his friend was. Once a free folk always a free folk.
"Now that's no fun." Tormund said knocking on the barn. It seems sturdy enough.
"Can I ask you something without it getting out?" Jon asked.
"Aye." Tormund said making sure the rest of the barn was still sturdy.
"How'd you know? That Brienne was the one?" Jon asked. Tormund laughed.
"Oh we're having a love chat, Are we, Lad? I just knew. She was different than any other woman I've been with. I didn't just want to bed her, i wanted to be with her." He said, "Is this about Dragon mother?"
"Yes." Jon smiled.
"Well, just fucking marry her all ready. We all know youre going to. Stop being a pussy about it." Tormund turned and looked at her, "Plus, she has two fucking dragons, Mate. That is bad ass."
"Bad Ass." Jon chuckled.
"Just do it." Tormund said, "Do it the Free Folk way and just kidnap her and bed her and then youre good. no fuss."
"Her Grace deserves a fuss." Jon said with a smile. Tormund shrugged.
"Some don't care. find one that dosent care." He said.
"You got us some pigs?" Brienne's nose wrinkled as she stood in the barn. Four small pigs we cuddled in the corner sound asleep. She hated farm animals. She hated wildlife. She hated everything lately. Pigs looked good on a spear. Pig looked good on her plate.
"Aye. Two boys and Two girls. I traded them for some of the shit i found in the house." Tormund said, "Figure we could eat one of the boys in a few months and hope the girls have little baby piggies."
"What are we feeding them in the mean time?" Brienne said crossing her hands.
"Stuff. I'll find them stuff." He said. "Are you mad?"
"Not mad...But Ill be having too much to tend to in a couple months, Tormund. I can't take of a farm. I know nothing of running a farm." She said to him.
"Okay, Miss Highborn, I know plenty of tending to animals. It's my job, not yours." he informed her, "You don't even have to help clean the house. Sam and Gilly volunteered."
"Because theyre kind, but its not their work either." Brienne said looking back at the house. "It certainly is different."
"No worse than you staying in a single room for years. I know it's not Tarth, but it's ours, so...shut the fuck up." Tormund was mad. She rarely saw him mad anymore and never at her.
"First of all, don't talk to me like that. Secondly, fuck you." Brienne turned on her heels and walked back into the cottage where Gilly was doing her best to sweep up the mess in the kitchen. Sam and Little Sam were sparring with stick, getting underfoot. "Go help Tormund. Get out of my house." Sam glanced at Gilly.
"As you wish. Come, Sam." Sam ushered the little boy out in front of him. Brienne sighed as she picked up a wash rag.
"Sorry." She said, "Im not myself lately."
"Aye, you are. it's all part of being pregnant. This is a lovely house. Youre very lucky. Sam said he would build me my very own house, but he dosent know what he's doing. I told him we should go back to his home, his sister has the seat right now. But he insisted this is his home. Oh look at me...I'll shut up." Gilly tucked her hair behind her ears and began to sweep again.
"It's all right." Brienne washed the table. Sometimes silence was the wrong thing for her. It left her in her thoughts. "Do you like the name Emilia?"
"Oh yes. It's lovely." Gilly said, "Is that the name you picked out?"
"One of them. It was my mother's name." Brienne said. As much as she appreciated Gilly by her side, she wished it was her mother.
"And for a boy?" Gilly asked. Brienne shrugged.
"I'm not sure. Tormund mentioned Viggo. It means battle I believe, but we havent really talked too much about it." She said. "I'm kind of forcing him to choose something. I feel more comfortable having them ready."
"Both are mighty nice names. You can't go wrong." Gilly said. Brienne took in a deep breath a pain shot through her groin, "You all right, M'lady?" She nodded.
"I'm just been getting pains. They come and they go." Brienne said.
"That's your body preparing for the baby." Gilly smiled largely, "Could be any time. We should make sure your room is clean first, just in case you go soon."
"Oh I have plenty of time still. Maester says two more months." Brienne informed Gilly. The girl shrugged.
"Babies come when theyre ready, not you." She said. Panic began to set in. Brienne's chest tightened. She wasn't ready. She had to wash this house from top to bottom before she even thought about having a baby here. She wasn't going to die during childbirth. Her child wasn't going to die. Brienne was a warrior and she had some protecting to do.
