BABY! BABY! BABY!

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"Push, you have to push!"

"Come on now you are so close!

"A head! I see a head!

"Just one more push you're almost done."

There was something incredible about the cries of a newborn baby. The feel of its skin in your arms or the scent that they had that was definitely different than thing else she had ever notice. But the one thing Daenerys took away from childbirth was the blood. She hadn't realized there would be so much of it. Or so much screaming. She thought it was bad during the war but nothing seemed so scary yet as wonderful to her as childbirth.

And it wasn't even her time yet.

Daenerys watched as Parsley cleaned of the little redhead baby and handed it off to Rosemary, who was covered head to toe in blood in sweat. "It's a boy." Parsley smiled as she handed it off to her sister.

Rosemary's tired eyes lit up when the baby was placed in her arms, "Aye, there you are little man. I have been waiting for you for so long."

Daenerys could see the light in Rosemary's face as she held her son for the first time. She was impressed after the 7-hour labor she was in that she would even have the energy to smile like that. It wasn't the babe she was focused on, though, her mind was on the bloody mess that labor had left for them to clean up. At that moment Daenerys realized she never actually experience her first labor before, and she didn't know exactly how long it took or how much it hurt.

All she could remember was waking up days later to find everyone dead, and that was traumatizing.

Banned from helping any further, since Daenerys was now at the end of her own pregnancy, she watched as Parsley and a few other sisters of the Keep cleaned up the mess and Rosemary herself. It was a frightening process, and it definitely didn't prepare her like she thought it would. She said nothing as she watched them clean, and it wasn't until about an hour after they had finished up that she found her voice again.

"Tormund," Daenerys word's came out slowly as she watched Rosemary from a nearby chair, "Tormund wasn't here…"

"Aye, he wasn't." Rosemary chuckled at her words but her eyes were on the baby, "Well, he's not my husband. Usually, the husband's don't usually stay in the room during birth. Most get drunk or hunt or pray, but stay in the room? No, I don't suppose I've ever met one who's wanted to."

"Why not?" Daenerys asked her.

Rosemary shrugged, "Maybe all the screaming and yelling drives them nuts? Maybe men aren't the big tough sons of bitches they say they are and can't handle all of the blood. I've never bothered to ask them."

"Your son," Daenerys next works had her friends' full attention, "What do they call bastard sons Beyond the Wall?"

Rosemary stared at Daenerys for a few moments with a blank face before busting out into laughter, "There are not bastard's Beyond the Wall, Daenerys. We don't give a damn about our last names as much as all those Southerners do. Most of us don't even got two names! That being said," Rosemary looked down at the boy and smiled, "My son will have his father's name because it is his right to have it. Isn't that right, Aiden Giantsbane?" The baby cooed and both girls were in awe, "Tormund will come see the boy when he pleases, but I don't expect him to raise the boy or be a real father in his life. Not all Freefolk have children because they're in love, not to say that Tormund isn't a great man. He's truly an excellent warrior and true to his king."

Daenerys was confused, "So you don't love him?"

"Not everyone has children or marries for love like you have," Rosemary smiled, "What you two have I don't think much of anyone in the whole world gets to experience. Your child will be born out of love. Mine was born out of an agreement. Many are born out of hate, but as women, we handle it all the same. That's what the gods made us stronger than men for."

Daenerys chuckled and Rosemary winked at her. She made an excellent point. Not even her own mother married for love. Her parents were forced into marriage to keep the family line pure, and Daenerys is sure if she was raised by them instead of sent away it's most likely she would've been forced to marry someone she didn't want to as well. She was lucky to have Jon in her life, more than either of them would ever know.

Time continued to pass and Tormund had come and gone, but Jon had still not returned from Hardhome. All the new work that was being done to the town and docks was very time consuming, but Tormund said a lot had been completed and Jon should return any day now. Still, Daenerys was getting closer and closer to the end of her pregnancy. The more towards the end she got the more nightmares of the past she would have. Every night she would wake up in sweat and tears. Memories of her past consumed her mind, and the idea of being alone haunted her every sleep.

"Jon!" Daenerys woke up from yet another nightmare screaming, the moon's light hitting her face and letting her know it was still night. The dream she had tonight was much different than the rest. Instead of finding Drogo's lifeless body, it was Jons: dead eyes staring at nothing as he laid there in the bloody snow. Now that she was awake she knew it was nothing but a dream and her husband would be back to her soon enough.

Daenerys groaned as she tried to get out of bed, and she could feel a cramping pain in her stomach. Rosemary explained that sometimes before birth she would experience false labor. It would feel like she was giving birth but after a few moments, it would go away, letting her know the babies time was coming just not yet. Her face scrunched up in confusion as she could feel the bed was soaked beneath her, and as she lifted the blankets she could see that something had happened in the middle of the night. It was a clear-ish liquid that made Daenerys feel like she wet herself in the night but it didn't smell as if she did. A moment later Daenerys felt another shot of pain in her lower back, much worse than the last. It was enough to make Daenerys cry out. Though she knew what was happening she didn't want to admit it. The baby was coming, and Jon wasn't home yet.

Daenerys screamed again at another shot of pain. She held her belly, and tears started forming in her eyes, "No, no not yet. We aren't ready. I'm not ready."

A moment later, Kinvara came rushing into the room, "Your Grace, what's wrong?"

"Nothing not-ahh!" Daenerys groaned again, her breathing getting heavy.

"The baby," Kinvara said with wide eyes, "I'm going to get Parsley."

"No! No midwives I'm not ready!" Daenerys yelled out in panic.

"It doesn't matter, my Queen, the babe is ready now and it will come whether you like it or not." With that Kinvara rushed out of the room and went to find Parsley. Whether she liked it or not, her baby was coming and Jon would not be there for it.

Jon and Tormund would be arriving at Widow's Keep any moment now. They were riding for a long time but the sun was up and they had finally made it back. He could see it's buildings and chimney smoke from where they were, letting him know he was almost back to his wife.

"So a boy, huh?" Jon smirked at Tormund.

"Aye, a boy. Kissed by fire and everything." Tormund smiled proudly, "He's a long one, too, so I expect him to be quite tall. Taller than you, for sure, but maybe not as pretty." Jon scoffed playfully at his joke as they approached the Keep. As they got a clearer view they could see that many of the Sisters had gathered around Kinvara's hut and they all seemed very anxious, "What is it you think they're doing?"

Jon stared at the home for a few moments before he realized what was happening, "Daenerys!" Jon could hear Tormund call after him but he was already off. He rushed to the house and quickly dismounted the horse.

The sisters made for him as he headed for the door and inside he found Rosemary, Kinvara, and Thyme waiting around. He could hear the sound of what he could only assume was Daenerys's screaming coming from the bedroom, "Your Grace," Rosemary called from her seat, where she was waiting with her son in her hands, "She still hasn't given birth yet, there's no reason for you to worry."

"I need to go back there," Jon tried to head for the room but Thyme jumped in front of him.

Thyme stuck her arms out stopping him from passing her, "Husband's wait outside, King Crow, your child will be born soon enough."

Jon could hear another cry, and her pain made this heart race, "I am going to my wife." Both he and Thyme looked at Rosemary, who let out a sigh at first but nodded okay to let Jon pass. Thyme moved out of the way and Jon went to the back room. On the bed was Daenerys and Parsley; both of them covered in sweat and blood. Other sisters were in the room as well holding her body so she sat up and demanding her to push. "Dany."

Daenerys and Parsley both look his way. He could see the tears in his wife's eyes as the other midwives let her sit back for a second, and Parsley got off the bed to talk to Jon, "She's not pushing," she explained, "She's been at it for hours and she's not pushing and if she doesn't push…"

Jon put his hand on her shoulder and nodded, "I'll talk to her." Jon walked over to Daenerys and the midwives walked away, one grabbing a wet rag and handing it to Jon so he could wipe the sweat from her face, "Dany, my blood, you have to push."

"I can't," Daenerys was sobbing, out of breath from the exhaustion, "I tried to wait for you but t-they said I can't, but now I-I'm so tired…"

"I know you are, but you're almost done, my love." Jon took his sword belt and put it down to the floor, he looked back at Parsley who was waiting on the side for them to finish talking, "Parsley, one more push." Parsley smiled and went back to her position. Very slowly Jon got on the bed and sat behind Daenerys to hold her body up. Jon held on to her hands tightly, his head on her shoulder, "One more push, Dany, you are so close."

"I can't." Daenerys cried, huffing as she spoke.

"Yes you can," Jon kissed her temple and squeezed her hand tight, "for our child, now push!" Jon looked at Parsley who nodded okay to both of them. Daenerys screamed as she pushed with all her might, and Jon could feel her squeezing his hand as she did so.

Parsley had a smile on her face as Daenerys kept pushing, "You're doing so we- a head! I see a head! Keep going, Your Grace!"

Daenerys kept screaming as she pushed. Jon could see Parsley reach her hands out and after what felt like an eternity, Jon could hear the sound of a baby crying. Daenerys laid back into his chest as she let go of his hands, panting and trying hard to catch her breath. Jon could feel the tears build up in his eyes as Parsley held up the baby for another midwife to cut the cord near its belly. Parsley smiled at Jon; she was crying as well, "It's a girl, Your Grace."

"A-A girl?!" Jon chuckled as he looked at Daenerys, who had the most mesmerizing look on her face, "A girl!"

Daenerys laughed she looked back at the baby. Parsley took her away for just a moment as she wiped all the blood from her body and wrapped her in a little blanket. Once clean she brought the baby back and handed her off to Daenerys, "We have a princess," Parsley turned around to the sister standing behind her, "Tell them we have a princess!" The sister rushed out of the room as Parsley went back to cleaning up.

Jon and Daenerys both stared at the little one in her arms. She was small, with a touch of platinum hair on her head. As the babe stared at her parents they could see that her eyes seemed dark and very similar to Jon's. To her parents, she was the most beautiful thing in the world. Daenerys looked back at Jon and smiled, "I don't know anything about daughters."

Jon laughed, and sniffled back his tears of joy, "Neither do I," he kissed the side of Daenerys head over and over, "I'm so proud of you."

"Thank you for coming back," She replied with a smile.

Jon held her body close, "I told you I would."

A few hours after Daenerys was cleaned up and their daughter was born, Parsley had them move back into the main house into Jon's old bedroom. Daenerys sat at the edge of the bed as she watched Jon pace back in forth with their daughter in his arms.

Their Daughter.

He felt like he was in the most wonderful dream. Jon never knew he could feel so much love in his heart. What he felt for his firstborn was so much different than the love he had for his wife or his sister's. This was a new kind of love, one that he would protect and cherish for the rest of his life, "You know," Jon smiled softly as he looked at Daenerys who was watching him with a smile of her own, "We haven't thought of any names for her yet."

"Well, what were you thinking?" Daenerys asked him.

"I wasn't thinking I would have a daughter," Jon chuckled, "I'm not sure why I was convinced she'd be a boy."

"Well, I have a name, not sure if you'd like it," Daenerys replied as she stared down and played with her dress.

"Tell me," Jon replied as he walked over and sat on the bed next to her.

Daenerys looked at Jon with a smile and then back down at their daughter, "Lyaella. For my mother," she looked back up to Jon slowly as he processed the name in his mind, "and for yours."

"Lyaella Targaryen," Jon glanced away as he thought about it then looked back down at the baby. He smiled as he watched her breathe in and out, sleeping peacefully in his arms. Jon looked back at Daenerys and smiled, "First of her name, and princess Beyond the Wall."

"Future Queen Beyond the Wall." Daenerys corrected him with a brow raised, waiting to see his reaction.

Jon nodded okay, and handed baby Lyaella back to Daenerys, "Long will she reign."