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Arya was beyond furious. She could feel no sympathy for Sam who shook under her glare when he told her. He thought she would stab him and she'd be lying if she said the urge didn't come to her.

It just ruined everything. All their plans.

She wanted to push Bran's chair over when she passed him and he said "the seed is strong." Damn, Baratheon seed. She was so sure that it would never happen and if it did it would take years of effort, but no. It hadn't even taken half a year.

"Ugh," She groaned again as she stomped to her sister's solar. She pushed open the door and promptly slammed it behind her. Sansa had little reaction, already used to Arya's behavior, though she had to admit she hadn't seen her quite so hot since before their family was separated.

"I take it your having a pleasant day, sweet sister." Arya could not believe her sister would tease her in this state.

"I am going to punch Gendry in the face."

"What did he do?" Sansa sighed.

"He got me pregnant." Arya felt some satisfaction that she was able to shock Sansa. Sansa's blue tully eyes expanded three times their normal size.

"Are you certain?"

"I just went to see that bumbling maester. He says I must be at least two months along."

Sansa blinked a few times before a smile grew on her face.

"Well then it's good you two got married when you did. A month or so off won't be to questionable."

Arya groaned. "That's what your thinking about, the propriety of the situation."

"Well, what else?"

"I am not ready to have children."

"Well, why weren't you drinking moon tea?" Sansa questioned.

"I was, that's why I'm angry." Arya growled. "Gendry's Baratheon seed is apparently so strong that it can overcome possible complications from severe stab wounds and moon tea."

Sansa stifled a laugh.

"Well, Arya I don't know what to tell you. I mean you and Gendry have a reputation, you've been caught all over the grounds. It was bound to happen."

"It may not even matter. I could lose it."

"Don't talk like that." Sansa expression went stern.

"Well, it would be our luck wouldn't it," Arya rubbed the scar on her forehead. "I tell Gendry, get his hopes up, and then I lose it. Or I could just prevent all of that and get rid of it."

Sansa stood up quickly to kneel in front of her sister.

"Stop, you are having this baby."

"I am not going to be a good mother."

"You will be a great mother, Arya." Sansa disagreed. "And if you need help we're all here for you."

Arya sighed. Sansa raised her hand to cradle Arya's face.

"Don't be scared. If anyone could do this, you can. I know you're used to taking life, but try bringing a life into the world for a change. It would be a new adventure. You may even enjoy it. You didn't think marriage was for you and now you're probably the most happiest married woman in the Westeros."

Arya cracked a smile, "Except for maybe Meera."

"That was a shock, but I'm glad that Bran is coming out of whatever… state he was in."

Arya smiled at the memory of the crannog woman being brought to tears as her younger brother asked for her forgiveness and her hand in marriage.

The sisters sat in silence, each reflecting on the past few months.

The wave of nausea that had sent Arya to see the maester in the first place returned causing her to breathe through her nose and put her head between her knees.

"This creature is going to torture me, I can feel it already."

"Did Sam suggest anything that might help relieve the sickness?" Sansa rubbed her back soothingly.

"I admit, I stopped paying attention after he said about two months with child." Arya grumbled.

"Are you going to go tell Gendry now?"

The nausea began to fade and Arya sat back in her chair.

"I suppose I should."

Sansa tilted her head, "Are you worried about his reaction?"

Arya scoffed, "No, he'll be happy. He'll get that big, dopey smile on his face, he might even cry. I hope he cries, I'll get to tease him endlessly about it."

Sansa smiled at the fond look her sister always got when she talked of her husband.

"You're still worried."

"I just-" Arya pursed her lips. "It's selfish I know, but I wanted to go to Lys and show Gendry Bravos and just have more time."

"Well, you can always leave the child with me whenever you and Gendry want to go off."

"Wouldn't that make me a horrible mother?"

Sansa shook her head, "If Lords can send their sons off to others for years at a time then why can't you leave your child with me for a few months out of the year."

Arya smiled at her sister's suggestion. It made sense. Though she wasn't sure Gendry would like the idea of being away from the child, they could try it out when the babe was old enough.

"Thank you Sansa. When did you become the voice of reason?"

Sansa laughed, "When the rest of you lost your minds."

Arya rolled her eyes, "I better go tell Gendry." She rose from her seat and made her way to the door. She was glad she went to Sansa first. The conversation had allowed her to collect herself so that she would be the calm one when she told Gendry the news. The fluttering in her stomach grew as she neared the forge.

It took her a moment to find him. He was in the back, standing over a young boy who had to be around ten, watching him pour some melted steel in a mold. He put his hand over the boy's to help him balance the kettle so nothing would spill over. He patted the boy on the back and offered him praise. In that moment, Arya could picture a son and Gendry teaching that son how to smith like him.

The boy scurried of with a crate that Gendry handed him and Arya took the opportunity to go over.

"Gendry,"

He looked up and smiled when he laid eyes on her. His smile was always so infectious, she couldn't help but smile back. He walked around the table and met her halfway, placing a light kiss on her lips.

"How are you feeling? Did Sam know what it is?" He asked leading her to a corner.

"He did." She nodded, not sure how she should say it. Should she be direct as usual or try to make him guess at it?

"Was it that stew? I told Hot Pie he shouldn't experiment so much. I bet half of Winterfell is hunched over their chamber pots."

Arya laughed. "No, it's not that. It's me. I'll be sick on and off for awhile."

Gendry raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

Arya bit her lip, before taking Gendry's hand and placing it on her stomach. There was not even a bump yet but she hoped he would understand.

He understood right away as he gasped as soon as his hand touched her stomach. He gazed at her hand over his. He looked up at her eyes before stuttering. "You're?"

"Pregnant." Arya nodded. Gendry gasped again before blinking away the tears forming in his eyes.

"How-How are you?" Gendry cleared his throat. "How are you taking it?"

"I had Sansa calm me down but I'm terrified."

Gendry blew out a breath and nodded. "Yeah, I think I can understand that."

They stood there for a moment with Gendry's hand over her stomach in a corner of the forge.

"I know this wasn't the plan but-" Gendry started.

"But when have things ever gone according to plan for us." They smiled as the reality of the situation began to overcome them.

"Gods, we're having a baby." Gendry whispered.

"Yes, we're having a baby." Gendry's smile grew wider at her confirmation. He let out a laugh before lifting her and spinning her around. Arya grasped onto his shoulders tightly as the rush made her stomach lurch.

"Oh, Gendry." she grunted. He set her down quickly and kept his hands on her waist to steady her.

"Oh, Arya, darling. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Are you alright?" He sputtered, searching her face.

"It's fine," She patted his chest. "I think I'll just be sensitive for a while."

"Well, what did Sam say?"

Arya allowed a flicker of guilt to show on her face. "I may have threatened him as soon as he said I was pregnant so he didn't get to say much."

Gendry chuckled. "Well, then, we should go back and find out more."

"Tomorrow," She said. "For now, I just want to spend the day with you and get used to the idea that there's a baby growing inside me."

Gendry grinned again. "I hope it's a girl. A little girl just like her mother."

Arya smiled back and felt a surge of guilt for considering getting rid of the pregnancy. If Sansa hadn't calmed her down, the look on Gendry's face convinced her that she needed to do this. The baby would be alright with Gendry as its father, and Sansa would be the loving and doting aunt. It was clear with the way Gendry was grinning down at her stomach that he already felt a connection to the child growing there, he already loved it.

Arya searched for similar feelings within herself, but other than the it making her sick, she felt no connection to the being inside her. She wanted to, for Gendry's sake. Any child of Gendry's deserved a mother who would love it. Arya just hoped she would get there.

She gets there eventually, a few more months into her pregnancy. She has a definite bump protruding from her form. She had Sansa make her more dress like tunics as she finally had to admit that the leathers she wore were too tight and uncomfortable in her state. She was restricted to watching the children and squires train and gave instructions from the side lines. The pregnancy was just more of a nuisance than anything else. She hated not feeling like her body was her own.

She went to the Godswood to sharpen the sword Gendry gave her as wedding present. She hadn't had to use it yet, but the act cleared her head. She was almost done when she felt it. It began as flutter and for a moment she wondered if she would get sick. Then the feeling was more distinct. Arya placed her hand on the side of her bump where she felt the fluttering. It was just a second, it lasted just a second. Arya waited. Arya waited to feel the fluttering again as a small wind blew around her.

She was about to remove her hand when she felt it again, stronger. She could not help the smile that broke out on her face. The sword in her lap fell as Arya moved her other hand to cradle her stomach.

"You're real." She whispered. "You're with me."

She felt the sting of tears in her eyes. She laughed as the child within her continued to make itself known. A feeling came over her, similar to the ones she held for her family, but stronger. Arya had to catch her breath from the sheer force of love and protectiveness that came over her.

"So this is what it's like." She said as the baby kicked her again. In that moment, she felt a bond form with her child that she new no one else who come close to. This baby was hers. This baby was a part of her and she would make the world fall to its knees if that would make her child happy.

"We should go find your father." She smiled as she spoke to her child for the first time. "And you can show him that you're fierce, just like your mother."