AN: Sorry for such a long delay. I'm back though. This will be the last chapter before the end chapter. Very sad but I am working on another Jon Snow project, it's called 'Hidden' and its on my profile if you want to take a look.

Anyway, I want to thank you all for the support you have shown me and this story, it really means a lot to me and I hope you continue to enjoy my writing and stories.

I'm sorry for any mistakes, I do re-read but some always slip past me.

Break me Down

Faye

She knew war would not be easy but from the moment the North had joined forces with Stannis's army there seemed to be one battle after the next. It seemed endless and she began to wonder if the war would truly ever be over. The Lannister's were a powerful family and even if they fell there would always be some who still believed in them... Faye feared they would never truly be rid of the Lannister family.

Of course there was one Lannister she didn't want to be rid of. Tyrion. She often wondered how he was fairing. Faye wondered if his family had figured out that it was he who had set herself and Eddard free. She hoped not for his sake.

Jon spent most of his time in battles, training or in meetings. She felt like she barely spent any time with the man she loved and yet, surprisingly, her love didn't dwindle, no, it only grew and when they did get time together they spent it wrapped up in each other. They showed their love for one another in the most natural primal way.

It was on the fourth morning of Faye expelling her food from her body that Catelyn questioned the young woman.

"When was your last moonblood my dear," Catelyn said after watching the girl, who had become like another daughter to her, throwing up her food for the fourth morning.

Faye stilled completely, she had thought she was sick. That maybe the stress of war was getting to her but she had never expected what Catelyn was implying. She closed her eyes, trying to make sense of everything but there was no need to make sense of anything, it was obvious.

Her eyes flew open, they were wide with fear. "I can't be," she whispered her voice cracking.

Catelyn wrapped her arms around the young woman, "well get the Maester to take a look at you." She whispered softly into Faye's ear.

For that morning Faye sat anxiously awaiting the Maester's arrival. Catelyn stayed with her and for once she was glad that Jon was busy, she didn't want him to see her in such a state. She wasn't happy or sad, she was confused. Faye would only truly know how she felt about a baby when the Maester confirmed that she, indeed, was with child.

Catelyn stayed with her and held her hand as the Maester examined her. His face was unreadable and the anticipation was quickly getting too much for Faye whose mind was reeling, wondering and secretly hoping. She loved Jon, she could think of no one she would rather start a family with but then the logical side of her mind reminded her that they were in the midst of a war. A battle ground was no place to birth a child.

"Well?" Faye said as soon as the Maester finished. He watched her for a second before smiling.

"Congratulations Faye, you are with child." She stared at the Master, unable to say a word. Of course she was happy but yet she was saddened also. She wanted her child to know peace and love not war and hatred.

"Thank you Maester," she vaguely heard Catelyn say. "How many moons gone is she?"

"I would say one moon Lady Stark."

I have been with child for one whole moon she thought in awe. How could I have not known?

She didn't know how long she sat in silence with Catelyn's arm wrapped around her but finally Lady Stark spoke. "You will be an excellent mother Faye," she said softly.

Faye turned her head to look at the older woman, a lady she admired. It was of the highest compliment to Faye, Catelyn herself had raised five beautiful, strong, honourable children. She hoped one day to be as good a mother as Catelyn.

"Thank you," Faye whispered softly.

"When will you tell Jon?" she asked.

Faye frowned. She knew that as soon as Jon and even Ned found out she would be made to leave, back to Winterfell and she couldn't bare the thought of losing Jon again, not when she had gotten him back. Faye decided she would wait awhile, a week or two at least.

"In time," Faye whispered begging the older woman with her eyes to understand and to keep her secret.

Catelyn sighed softly, "You must tell him before the next full moon."

Faye nodded in agreement and so the secret stayed between them.

Break me Down

War is not for the fainted hearted nor the weak, Faye learnt that quickly and yet, sadly, she became immune to the horrors. Soon she would no longer spill out the contents of her stomach when Jon walked into their tent covered in someone else's blood and sometimes, of course, his own.

Of course she still spilled the contents of her stomach but not from the sight of blood but because of the child that grew inside of her.

It had been two moons since she had been sat with Lady Catelyn, when she had promised that she would tell Jon before the next full moon and yet Faye had still not told him of the child they shared, the child that grew each day inside of her.

She wasn't sure what was stopping her, whether it was fear that he would not want the child or whether it was because she knew as soon as he knew and when Ned knew, that she would be sent away. Faye didn't want to be away from Jon, not again.

Catelyn came to her often, trying to convince the younger woman to tell Jon and yet when she seemed to have talked Faye into it something shook the young woman's courage and she fell silent once more, keeping the secret between them.

It was one day, after another battle won that Faye found herself sitting with the Starks and several other guests. Eddard at the head of the table with Catelyn beside him while Robb sat to his mothers left and Jon to his father's right while the rest were spread around the rather large table. The food was before them and everyone was tucking in, Faye ate her fair share but settled her fork onto her plate when she felt the familiar churning of her stomach.

Her stomach was beginning to look slightly curved, not noticeable for anyone who didn't know but to Faye it screamed to her, telling her that soon she would not have to tell Jon for he would see it when they lay together at night.

Faye tried to leave the tent before the contents of her stomach left her but she had not managed it. Catelyn was up before anyone else and by her side, for that she was grateful though not for long as Lady Stark gave her a familiar look. Faye knew then that Catelyn would not let the secret remain for one more day.

She felt Jon by her side and Catelyn moved away to let Jon tend to her. He wiped her mouth with cloth and touched her forehead probably checking for a fever. His concern was written all over his handsome features.

"You must be sick," he said softly. "You must rest, I will get the Maester to come and see to you."

Faye was very aware that the tent was very silent and whatever she said would be heard by all and yet if she didn't tell him then she knew she would lose the courage once again. She looked to Catelyn one last time who nodded with a small smile on her lips showing her encouragement.

With that she took a deep breath. "I'm not sick Jon," she said softly, her eyes locking with his. She hoped that would be enough, that he would understand but by the confusion that settled into his eyes she knew that she would have to continue.

"Of course you are," he said cupping her cheek softly.

She leaned into it, smiling softly. "I'm not sick," she said again. "I saw the Maester two moons ago, I know what is happening and it is not sickness."

There wasn't much more that she could say without spelling it out for him and yet still he looked baffled. She turned to the table; Catelyn was smiling at Eddard who was looking at Faye or more accurately Faye's stomach where she unconsciously was resting her hand. She briefly took in everyone's expressions and realised they all understood, it seemed Jon was the only one still blind.

So Faye reached for his hand that still cupped her cheek and brought it to her stomach to rest below hers. She smiled up at him nervously her eyes portraying her fear and nerves.

"I am with child," she whispered softly. "I carry our child."

She waited for Jon to say something but instead he stared at his hand upon her stomach, his mouth began to slightly open before closing again. Her smile grew a little at Jon's complete shock; she was just relieved he wasn't cursing her for getting pregnant.

He finally looked up, tearing his eyes away from her stomach to look into her eyes. She wondered what he saw for the next moment his arms were wrapped around her and she was pressed tightly to his chest in his warm embrace.

"We are having a child," he whispered softly his voice still filled with shock but also happiness.

Faye finally relaxed and let her smile spread across her face, "yes, yes we are."

She didn't know if she had ever been happier than she had been in that moment. She knew though that soon she would be sent away, back to Winterfell where it was safe but for that moment she let herself celebrate, she was carrying a babe, her own child and though she was scared she knew with Jon, Eddard, Catelyn, Robb and all the Starks beside her that she would be ok.

Because they were family; her family

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