[A/N]

I won't sugar coat it, writing this chapter was a pain in my ass. I rewrote it three times over the past two weeks, edited it like a madman, and I'm still not satisfied.

P.S. I know absolutely nothing about babies and how they operate, haven't been in contact with one in ages.

Bear with me, dear readers.

Perfectly Different Chapter Five: Jealousy

Her phone chirped again and Ygritte's smirk widened, it must have been years since she had this much fun talking in a group chat, with people the wildling never thought she'd ever have contact with, nonetheless.

Lady Killer: Since when did SHE join this sacred convo?

Ygritte licked her lip wickedly, glancing around to make sure Snow wasn't back yet to her apartment after he left to pick up his brother, the guy whom she was arguing with himself, and typed a reply, chuckling the whole time.

Kissed By Fire: Since I sucked your brother's cock, that's when.

The replies were immediate, and Ygritte enjoyed reading them, each word was sarcastic, humorous, and most importantly light hearted, it wasn't everyday that she conversed with people who somehow deciphered her strange sense of humor, and the Starks had proved to be very competent when it came to that.

She must have spent half an hour talking about meaningless shit and laughing her ass off at how normal those people were.

Ygritte didn't realize that she had fallen asleep until the bang on the door made her twitch awaken from the couch, she inspected the clock with a groan and found it almost hitting seven am, which marked two hours of sleep and four hours of no Snow.

She groaned her way to the door, only for it to be opened before she crossed halfway across the living room.

Gilly emerged from the outside with little Sam nestled in her arms, all color drained from her face, the woman, by the look of it, was practically on her way to faint, or die.

Her son was all grins and incoherent toddler speech as he looked behind him with sparkly eyes.

"This kid likes me, I'm telling ya." She heard an unfamiliar voice coming from the other side of the door, where little Sam was looking. "Here, give me a high five."

And to her horror, the child was more responsive than he ever was in his eighteen months of life. He held his tiny palm accurately and connected it with a large hand that was covered by the door frame.

"So much swag, man!" the stranger was laughing whole heartedly, praising the baby. "Can I hold him?"

Gilly didn't even seem to be able to function anymore, she literally threw little Sam on him without looking and made her way to Ygritte with unsure steps.

That's when she saw a tall man, taller than Jon, in his twenties, entering her apartment with a surprisingly good hold on the baby, whom was clutching the guy's sandy blond hair with his small fingers.

Ygritte narrowed her eyes and saw his blue ones, a bit pale of color, wide, and dressed with thick lashes she had to envy. He was thinner than Jon, but muscular and fit all the same.

"Theon!" she heard Snow's voice. He immediately entered with a duffel bag in his hand. "Leave the baby alone before he gets contaminated!"

Theon pouted playfully at little Sam, "You're just jealous that he doesn't want you a foot near him."

Ygritte was at a loss of words, she came to the sad realization that the individual beauty of the Starks would one day be the death of her.

"Y-Ygritte."

She blinked and saw Gilly right in front of her, horrified out of her senses.

"Th-there are two fucking celebrities on my doorstep." She gulped, tears gathering in her eyes. "O-one is holding my bag, and the other my baby, I – I- I can't!"

Ygritte watched as Gilly stormed out of the room, the shock and emotions too overwhelming for her to handle all at once.

The door was slammed shut by another intruder, she absorbed as Sam made his way into her living room, looking very solemn and sad at how his son was enjoying himself more than he ever did with his own father, and with a complete stranger too.

Theon glanced around and paused frantically, putting the child carefully on the couch and making his way to her. For a moment she thought he would attack or something, but in a surprise, he opened his arms, wide, and engulfed her in an urgent hug.

"I speak on behalf of the entire Stark house, Ygritte," he whispered dramatically, "Thank you for finally taking Jon's virginity."

She rolled her eyes. This will be a long day.

"Iron. Born." Theon said persistently. "Say it. I-Ron Born."

The baby was thankfully still muttering in his own inconsistent language.

"If this turned out to be his first words," Jon turned to him with a glare. "I will hit you with a baseball bat."

Theon cupped the baby's tiny head and brought it to his cheek, "This dude is so mean, isn't he? He's threatening uncle Theon. So mean."

Little Sam openly glared at Jon's direction with pure hatred.

"Holy shit." Gilly hand flew to her mouth, absolutely shocked at how good Theon was with her son.

Sam still looked devastated at their interactions, his hands clutching the steering wheel too hard through the whole ride.

Ygritte really didn't want to do this, but it was a necessary action for a bunch of valid reasons, for one, Gilly and Ygritte searched the whole morning for sheets and pillows to confide their special guests, but their house was absolutely empty, no survival tools left in there for more than two people, they barely made it without losses when Sam came by sometimes to spend some nights with his soulmate, but their capacity this time was too overwhelming.

The air conditioning in the bedrooms was in ruins, and Gilly couldn't keep her baby in there for too long, not when his adoptive family finally allowed her to take him home with her for an entire day.

Prince Greyjoy announced that his majesty sleeping on a couch was a no no, not that it would fit his long legs anyway, that all aside, Jon didn't seem very picky on the subject, he just wanted to be with Ygritte and claimed that sleeping in her room wouldn't be too bad.

She realized that her soulmate's memories were corrupted since they were practically glued to each, in a pile of limbs on her small bed without enough space to properly move a finger during that one afternoon where they... were getting to know each other.

Ygritte couldn't say that she or Gilly could afford to spend the night at a hotel, not one that would fit the two elites' standards, that is. And in no way she would let them pay anything when that was concerned.

Jon had already given her the winnings of the race, about ten thousand dollars without batting an eye and refused to take it back. She couldn't deny it for too long, that money wasn't exactly hers to return, it was her aunt's.

So Ygritte gave up and raised a white flag in defeat, telling everyone to get their things and squeeze into Sam's truck so she could take them all to spend the night in Karsi and Tormund's country house.

"Now where were we?" Theon continued, "Oh yes. I-Ron Booorn."

"Snow," Ygritte clutched at his bicep, bringing him closer so she can whisper to him. "What the fuck?!"

Jon shrugged. "He's good with kids."

"Good? Good?" she exclaimed, "He can give Nanny McPhee a run for her fucking money."

"He has this unbending magic with them that none of us can explain," Jon explained. "My mother takes him with her on children charity events as a weapon, he pretends to not want to go but one hour later you find him engaging with kids suffering from PTSD and making them smile and laugh their heart out like it's the easiest thing in the world."

"Come on, champ. I-Ron Booorn."

Ygritte was fascinated. "Gods."

He nodded. "He makes us think that he doesn't care about our sister in-law's pregnancy, but we all know that he's low-key counting days off of the calendar til the baby arrives."

"Iwan Bonn."

Sam's feet hit the brakes faster than any of them had time to react.

When the car stopped completely, all eyes were darted toward little Sam with as much shock and fear any one of them can muster.

"No. No. Don't go wishy washy on me, buddy." Theon didn't look impressed. "Spell your R's, come on, I-Ron Booorn."

"Iran..." the baby scratched his adorable nose, "Borrrrrn."

The car exploded in noises, Theon laughing with pride, Sam stuttering incoherently, Gilly crying in happiness, Jon cursing Theon way too inappropriately in front of the kid, and Ygritte smiling at the amusement of it.

By the time they made it to Ygritte's folks', the little guy learned about three more words. All Theon centered, mind you.

"Gweyjoyyy."

"Good progress so far," Theon announced, "But we still need to work on your R's."

"Gurayjoyyy."

"Atta boy!"

Ygritte was dying with suppressed laughter through the walk from the gate to the Bane household.

Theon gestured toward Ygritte, "What about this one?"

Little Sam held a perfectly straight index finger at her head. "Hoteee."

"Good, good," he turned them around to face Snow, "This one?"

The kid legit narrowed his eyes. "Bastad."

Jon hung his head toward the sky in despair.

"Please." Sam looked like he was close to tears, "Please tell me this is a nightmare."

"He's learning so fast!" Gilly didn't seem to understand how bad the situation was, she was too busy admiring Theon's fascinating skills. "Can you please teach him how to say mama?"

"Come on, Gill," Theon shook his head in disappointment, "Be more original."

"I just want him to call me something special."

"How about Milf?"

Jon passionately slapped him behind the head, shutting him up.

By then Ygritte had rang the bell way too many times than necessary, and didn't right away notice how angrily it was opened.

"It's a bell not a fucking Chinese Gong!" she heard her aunt's tired voice, and Ygritte once again realized where she inherited her bad language and strange sense of humor from. Karsi stood in front of her, still in her sleeping gown with a nest of black hair and baggy almond eyes. "The fuck, Ygritte?"

The whole group fell into eerie silence and nervous gulps at the authority laced in her voice.

Little Sam did his signature move in the worst time possible, pointing at her directly, "Bastad."

"Well, I know that, but," she observed herself, and narrowed her eyes at him, "What gave it away?"

He looked at Theon with a smile, "Guwayjoyyy!"

Theon immediately put a hand on the boy's mouth, "Shhh, shhh!"

"By the old gods, kids," Karsi scolded them, "It's eight fucking am, do you have an ounce of shame? Can humans even function at this time of the day?!"

Ygritte looked around and met stony faces, and decided to take one for the team. "Aunt, we need a place to crash."

"Does this house look like a goddamn motel to you?!" she snapped, "At least fucking call in!"

"I did." Ygritte told her with a roll of her eyes, "And seven times too."

"Who the fuck's at the door?!" Tormund shouted from the inside.

"Your niece." Karsi mumbled back.

"It's still dawn for fuck's sake!"

"I know right?"

"What does she want?"

"I'm not sure," she looked at each of them carefully, "I think Gilly finally convinced her to kidnap the Prime Minister's sons after all these years of stalking."

Jon and Theon looked at each other in fear.

"I knew this would happen!" Tormund suddenly appeared behind her shoulder, smoothing out his fire kissed beard and beckoning them inside, "Come in before we have an army of police in front of the door!"

Ygritte sighed, looking behind her and leading them in. "They're joking." She assured the brothers. "Never take anything they say seriously."

When Theon passed by with a nod of respect toward her uncle, little Sam decided once again to make things worse and shout at him, "Hoteee!"

"Hot tea?" Tormund frowned, "You're too young for that shit, child, stick with milk."

"Miiilf!"

Ygritte laughed loudly at that while watching Theon receive another slap to the head by his furious brother.

"I can't believe that you two are sitting in our living room." Kana, Ygritte's younger cousin and one of the two legitimate daughters of the Bane family, was beaming with happiness at the sight of their guests, "Fuck, someone pinch me. What are you doing here? Can I please take a picture with you later? Are you staying? Please stay, mom makes some tasty food you'd not want to miss out on."

Jon nodded politely. "Of course."

"Say," Theon said, "How tasty are we talking here?"

Kana was in an overdrive of excitement. "The tastiest food in the world, I shit you not. Does any of you watch Hell's Kitchen?"

Theon's eyes widened as he turned to Karsi. "That was you?!"

"Alright, cut the bullshit already," Tormund snapped from his seat on the opposite couch and glared daggers at the two brothers. "Which one of you is my niece's soulmate?"

Kana's jaw dropped to the floor. "WHAT?!"

Theon stood up awkwardly, making his way to Kana, "I think it's time we take that picture."

As many questions that her cousin wanted to ask, she could not have wasted the opportunity for the life of her. When the two were out of the scene and safely away from the storm that was coming, Snow leaned back and smiled thinly, looking at his folded hands. "You figured me out."

"Give me a break," Karsi snorted, "Ygritte would fool around with billionaires and football legends everyday and never give two shits to bring them to my house."

"Gods," Tormund took a very long look at him, "He's prettier than both my daughters."

Karsi nodded in agreement.

"Listen, Mr. and Mrs. Bane," Jon sat straighter, gulping miserably. "I just want you to know that-"

Both her uncle and aunt started laughing, even Ygritte couldn't stop the smile from forming on her lips. Gods, he was adorable.

"Mr. and Mrs. Bane, you heard that?" Tormund couldn't stop the ripple of sniggers, "Gods, Ygritte, where did you get this southerner from?"

"Settle down, rich boy," Karsi said, smiling in amusement, "Spare us of your incoming mind numbing speech."

"You see," Tormund told him, scratching his beard, "We raised Ygritte by our own hands since before she could walk."

"And we don't give a flying fuck about what you promise us." Karsi added seriously, "Because we sure as the hells know that if you hurt her just a tiny bit, she would cut off that cock of yours and wear it as a necklace."

"It might be one very small necklace," her uncle smiled wickedly, "But Ygritte holds her accessories dear to her."

"And if you managed to stay alive, she can always borrow Edd's desert truck and put it into use, he won't mind since he still has these 'feelings'."

"Oh yeah, he has a nice ride, that one. She can run over your pretty little body with those gigantic wheels and leave you as a trail of blood and gore."

"And she can always use that dagger she bought from E-bay to pierce it right through your heart."

"I think she bought some spears too, all for the better, if you ask me."

Ygritte put two fingers on her chin, considering. "Or I can just shoot an arrow straight in his eyes-"

"Alright, alright!" Jon exclaimed, raising his hand to silence the three of them. Ygritte was shocked to sense a very angry aura radiating off of him and shooting straight toward her like an electrical signal in between them, even her adoptive parents felt the dominance and didn't utter a single word. "You passed the point through!"

Karsi and Tormund sent sly smiles in his direction, still silent, though. While Ygritte slightly felt ashamed of how she drifted away, completely joining their side against him. That was a cheap move.

"Now," he rose abruptly, pulling Ygritte up with him by the hand, almost forcibly. "If you'll excuse us."

Not even waiting for a reply, Jon lead them toward the hallway with a very sour mood, letting Ygritte know that she had definitely succeeded in pissing him off, again, the way he refused to look at her was a dead giveaway.

"Snow," she tried to politely warn him that his grip was turning way tighter than necessary; almost cutting the blood circulation from her limb, but the fellow seemed to have turned deaf. So with clinched teeth, she yanked her arm away. "Snow!"

She rubbed her wrist with a snarl, realizing that they had already stepped into the porch, outside of the farm house, away from earshot

He turned on his axis, jaw clinched and eyes narrowed in a glare.

She sighed, "Listen, I'm sorry we said those things, it was seriously just a-"

"Who's Edd?"

Ygritte's lips parted, forming a small O at the sudden irrelevant question. "What?!"

"I said," he hissed, taking a step towards her as he gradually lowered his voice. "Who's Edd?"

"Are you serious?" she cocked her head to the side, examining him for any signs of a healthy brain. "Is this really all you heard?"

"Ygritte!"

"Fine!" she snapped, "Edd is just a friend, alright?"

"A friend with 'feelings'."

"Who knows, Snow? It might be friendship feelings... family feelings... partnership feelings..."

"Yeah, and I'm a dumbass."

"Okay." She put a hand on her hip, avoiding eye contact. "So maybe we slept together once..."

"Seven hells!"

"... and say, maybe he's still not over it..."

"Are you serious?!"

"...and, uh, I'm not suggesting it or anything, but just to put out there, maybe he still wants to find his way back-"

"Ygritte." Gods almighty, the way he said her name in such suppressed rage, despite herself, was such a turn on. She never knew her name had such tasty syllables until the day she heard him pronounce it for the first time. No matter how intimidating it must've been, she was too distracted to notice. "Are there any others like this guy that I should know of?"

She frowned, registering the insult pretty quickly. "What the fuck's that suppose to mean?"

He closed in, leaving almost no distance between them, not with an inch of guilt at what he just accused her of. "Is there?"

"What now, Snow?" Ygritte's voice was accompanied with venom. "You think I'm a slut who gives her friends favors all the time? Huh? Is that what you think of me?"

He frowned, his face a mixture of anger and disappointment. The bastard. "Really, Ygritte?"

"Yes, Snow, really." She spat back, daring him to say it out loud. The rage was almost blinding her vision. It didn't matter who it was, whether Jon Stark, the Prime Minister, or even the king of the fucking Seven Kingdoms himself, Ygritte would never let anyone look down on her like that.

"You actually fucking think I'll even consider that?!" his voice was volumes too high. That was a first, she might not have known him for more than two days, but that time span was alone for her to characterize him as a very levelheaded person who didn't let his feelings get the best of him. "Stop deciphering my actions and words in such a judgmental way, if you keep doing this, I'll fucking lose my shit!"

"Then what was that for?!" she countered.

"I was asking you if there are more men pining over you," he snapped.

"Pining over – what?" her eyes widened, she was actually trying to swallow up a wave of laughter. "Who would even – I mean, come on, look at me."

"I am." His grey eyes literally searched through her soul, leaving it absolutely shaken by the flame in his gaze. "You're so oblivious it's frustrating."

"Oblivious to what?"

"Do you know that I'm actually scared shitless?" he shook his head. "I've spent less than forty eight hours with you and I'm scared, scared of going insane with this pull you have, scared that someone would see what I see in you, scared of watching men like those two in the racetrack stare at you like that again, scared that you'll realize that perhaps, I'm not your best option, never will be-"

"Shut up!" she yelled, furious. "Just shut the fuck up!"

He smiled solemnly. "It's the truth."

"No it's not the truth," she said, "Styr, Orell, and Edd are nothing compared to the other fuckers I hang out with. But guess what? I have been living like that for a while because those are the only people who can handle me. And don't you dare underestimate my judgment. I know how to throw off those pieces of shit by my own."

Jon sucked in a long breath. "And you expect me to tolerate it?"

"Yes." Ygritte said with utmost confidence. "I'm a Wildling, Snow, and I won't let anyone control how I live my life, not even my soulmate."

There was no way that Ygritte was going to change the people she communicated with, because who would be left to withstand her? And besides, the guy was never photographed without a model or another princess of their elite society by his side, he would probably scoff her off when she demanded him to stay away from them, so why wouldn't she?

She expected him to lash out and fight, demand his dominance like most men do at these kinds of situations.

But he just nodded once, and in full understanding. "You got it. And since we're being honest, I don't want to hide anything from you."

Ygritte was slightly confused, and nervous. He was a virgin before he met her, right? So he wouldn't have anything that would be considered a threat to her, right? Right? "Sure, go ahead."

"That woman," he started, "The one I almost slept with; it was extremely rude what I did to her so I apologized and we got to know each other, she's a friend, and we talk sometimes. That's it. I just wanted you to know."

Ygritte completely ignored the lash of energy that emitted from his body, telling her that something was wrong, all she could focus on was that alien feeling that was slowly tainting her chest. "How frequently?"

"Time to time," he answered. "Our last conversation was yesterday before me and Sam headed to the track."

The entire view before her eyes disappeared, engulfing the porch and Jon Snow in one color. Red. Poisonous. Dangerous. "What's her name?"

"Val."

Red slowly changed to a darker hue, a striking crimson that painted everything.

The bone crushing feeling travelled into her veins, slowly, making the blood rush and sending a painful stab into her ribcage. What was it? This unfamiliar emotion? Anger? Betrayal? Spite?

No. It was way worse, darker, more consuming, and she finally registered it.

It was jealousy.

An awful amount of it rummaged through her, unforgiving and evil, demanding possession and a claim on her soulmate before her wits were lost.

It was her first time feeling it since she came out of her mother's womb, and she hated it more than anything else, especially the helplessness that came with it.

Even the bitch's name sounded threatening.

Oh. Ygritte thought on instinct. She's a fucking dead woman. That much she knew.

If he was sensing the chaotic emotional flood in her, Jon seemed unfazed, because the fucking bastard was too busy scrolling through his phone.

His eyebrow quirked when he found what he was looking for, Snow showed her a peak of the messages she had sent him. "We're very casual when we talk, so don't worry."

He flipped the phone away before she could read one word, not that Ygritte would've been able to at her current state.

Don't worry? Don't fucking worry?! The bitch's texts were filled with hearts and roses and kisses. How DARE SHE? The Wildling roared. I will KILL HER.

"Give me the phone." Ygritte found herself saying with a voice she didn't recognize. "Give it."

"Excuse me?" Jon's eyebrows shot up in offence. "And why would I do that?"

"I said give it!" she was struggling to get her hands on it but Jon did not even let her, the bastard was too strong and had fascinating reflexes. "The bitch k-kissed you, she wanted you in her bed!"

"Yeah? So what?" he was beyond annoyed at her actions, to a point he had to push her toward the wooden door and restrain her wrists away, gripping them with one hand above her head, glaring at her. "You're being a fucking hypocrite."

She couldn't believe her ears. He called her a hypocrite while he claimed that she was so precious to him.

If he indeed, regarded her like that, he would've felt the same feelings that were eating her whole right now. She had slept with Edd, she had given her virginity to Styr, and much, much worse, and they wanted more, she felt it. The bastard knew, and still accepted it if she hung out with them.

How could he even let her?

Ygritte knew that she wouldn't, not after experiencing that rage. He should have yelled, fought, and cursed at her for doing it to one's own soulmate.

Ygritte was too busy trying to release herself that she did not see the conversion of his facial expressions.

His gaze softened and there was a definite hint of smile on the corner of his slips when Ygritte focused enough to see.

"My father gave us a lesson once on how to treat our soulmates, and it really stuck with me ever since; it was something wise, along the lines of: 'Never do something that you wouldn't want them doing to you'." He smiled, letting go of her wrists gently and putting the phone in the palm of her hand. "I haven't seen Val in five years, and I'm not even sure that was her name." He pointed at the lit screen. "That was my sister Sansa by the way, she talks more Emoji than English."

Relief flooded her system, which was one of the most shameful feelings she comprehended.

"I won't force you to do anything or try to control you. Never." His hand caressed her cheek, electricity shooting at every nerve end of her face and spreading like wildfire. "I just wanted you to know how it feels. And if you still want to surround yourself by them, I will not-"

"I won't." She said firmly. "I promise. They're a bunch of sick fuckers anyway and I don't even see them that much, I just said that because I'm stubborn."

"Thank god." He exhaled the longest sigh, his entire body relaxing. "Because I was one hair away from taking Longclaw on a fucking killing spree."

Ygritte grinned. "Longclaw?"

"My gun." He said nonchalantly, and upon seeing her fascinating expression he added, "I'm a military officer, Ygritte, remember?"

Godfuckingdamnit. She thought, is there anything about this man that wasn't utterly sexy?

Suddenly, their position against the wall, and the way he was caging her became very convenient.

A few minutes of staring and one word was all the persuasion he needed. "Jon-"

Her mouth was completely sealed by a hungry one, her arms once again flying over her head with his hold of them. Jon. His first name was like a button, activating all sexual desires in between them like a light match on gasoline. She enjoyed saying it, he loved hearing it; it was a double edged sword.

She parted her lips, welcoming his tongue inside while his grip on her wrists tightened with restrained urges. He whirled inside her mouth, tasting every inch and cutting off all the air, not that they needed it.

His hand slipped to squeeze around her waist, pulling her even closer while the other released her wrists and connected with the back of her neck. Closer. Closer. More. She could almost taste his need with all of the skin contact. Or was it just hers?

Ygritte ran her fingers though his curls, soft and easy to pull, and perhaps too hard. But the satisfied groan he released, and the sound vibrating through her mouth, kept her pressing.

Amidst all the hazy lust, she heard him utter one almost incoherent sentence between mind numbing kisses. "Come with me to King's Landing."

She inhaled sharply, arching her chin upward with closed eyes so he could get access to her already bruised neck. "Why?"

"I want them to see you." He sucked. "I want them to see how perfect you are." He licked. "I want them to see how fucking lucky I am." And he bit, on that sore spot again, making her gasp at how well he was able to pleasure her.

"Yes." She wasn't even hearing him. "Oh. Yes."

They skipped the tour around the house and went straight to her bedroom, unleashing the monsters they both possessed within, in an eruption of need that didn't seem to die down even after multiple climaxes.

Jon Snow, he wasn't a man, he was an animal, a hungry, dominant, ravaging beast who left her wobbling the next morning.

She was the only woman who got to see that side of him, and no one else.

One loud prayer was passed back and forth between them, never have these words been spoken with so much faith and believe.

"You're mine. And I'm yours."

Foreshadowing of the next story:

Ygritte's eyes couldn't leave that blonde figure, and much to her disbelief, the view was terribly enchanting, and so, so out of place. "Snow?"

Even with closed eyes, the smile never seemed to leave his lips in the past week they've spent in that farm house. "Yes, babe?"

"You may want to take a look at this." she breathed heavily, staring at two small feet far away that were slowly moving in rhythm.

"'Don wanna." He craned his neck, all nerves relaxing by Ygritte's fingers combing unconsciously through his hair.

It was her current favorite feature about him, she decided, as she glanced down and saw how calm he was, his head resting fittingly on her lap.

"He – he's trying to teach him how to walk this time."

Snow smirked. "He can try, but no way in hell-"

He was interrupted by Gilly's cry.

"Aaaand he did it." Ygritte's announced, not even surprised anymore upon seeing Little Sam walking to his mother's direction, in ten whole footsteps without falling.

Theon Greyjoy, in a span of one week, had managed to teach a baby, whom everyone had lost fate in with his slow development, how to respond to gestures, talk, and walk by himself.

Ygritte was about to feel irritated by the stolen spotlight from the baby's parents, but when she glanced at the small family, with Gilly shouting incoherent words at her son, and Sam crying in happiness, she smiled.

She won't lie, there were some moments when Ygritte worried that the kid had some sort of disability, but Theon crushed all suspicions and brought back hope.

However, that wasn't what was out of place.

It was the fact that they were currently in the backyard, with Tormund and Karsi grilling at the corner, making the food for the barbeque party Kana was hosting in Theon and Jon's honor, with attractive females floating all around the Greyjoy with admiration and bedroom eyes.

And how Theon didn't seem to give a fuck about them.

"Look at that," Ygritte's eyes widened, "This girl is stroking your brother's arm and he doesn't even see it."

Absolutely fascinating.

Jon's head tilted a little. "And?"

"Look, Kana is my cousin, but I know that she can be a slut when she wants to." Ygritte explained, "Her friends are even worse."

"Your point?"

"It has been seven days and Theon didn't flirt with anyone." It was like everything she ever heard about the guy was a bunch of lies. For her, he just seemed like that one idiot who didn't know some limits and was a wizard around kids. "Not even a hint of interest to any female. Is he really King Landing's notorious fuckboy?"

"There's this thing about Theon..." Jon sighed, "He gets out of control, he even tried his moves on the queen once," Ygritte grimaced at that. "But there's a switch for it, and right now, that switch is off."

"Let me take a wild guess." Ygritte smirked, it was all coming clear now. "He only pulls the fuckboy act when a certain someone is around."

He nodded, impressed by her deduction. "Or when some people are there to pass the news to that certain someone."

She grinned. "He isn't soulmateless after all, is he?"

Jon gave her a knowing look. "It came out as a surprise to all of us."

Ygritte stroke his hair gently and watched Theon, once again, with a miserable expression on his face every time he thought no one was watching.

She smiled sadly at the view. "The girl has no idea how special she is, no fucking clue."

The End

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