Sorry for the late posting. Life calls. So, yes, Mance is not quick to judgement is he? LOL Don't worry about that, Joanna is going to set him straight before Val can get her claws on him. And don't worry, I'm not going to burn Shireen.

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Realization

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"You're drinking again!"

Mance sighed and looked up at Joanna, who was dressed down and holding her large belly, "What did I tell you in the village? Drinking so much of that stuff will not make things any better." Mance snorted and said nothing as he drank the rest of what was in the wineskin. Joanna growled and walked in front of him, "I've been to see her and how wonderful is it that she is pregnant? Sansa also told me that you pushed her away and walked from the tent, believing it is not your child."

"It's not. It is the bastard of a dead King."

Joanna rolled her eyes, "You have never had children, correct?" Mance shook his head and stared past her and at the tent wall. She continued, "Do you realize that if that was the son of Stannis Baratheon in her belly, she would not be so large? Sansa left with Stannis a moon ago and she is showing quite a lot as of now. Look at me, I am about six moons along, she has to be at at least three or four." She could see it was beginning to make sense to Mance and she backed away before he could stand up. He was drunk, a fool could see that, but for some reason, sense made its way into his head. He looked at Joanna, "You're saying that-that it's mine?"

"I'm saying you are a fool to think otherwise!"

Mance nodded and threw down the empty wineskin before mumbling, "I have to see her." Joanna laughed, "Silly man. It is not yet morning and she is no doubt sleeping-" Mance grabbed her tunic and hissed, "Try to stop me." He looked down at her large belly, "You won't be able to catch up to me." Mance let her go and ran through snow and ice, tripping and staggering into her tent. He noticed her bed to be empty and after looking around, he knew she was not there. Before he could leave to look for her, Mance staggered to her bed and fell onto it, sleep coming to him within seconds.

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"Goodnight, Jon."

Jon hugged Sansa once more and rubbed her belly, "He'll have to come around soon enough, Sansa. Until then, just keep to yourself and have Shireen stay with you." She nodded and kissed him on the cheek before wrapping the make-shift shawl Joanna gave her tighter around her shoulders and walking to her tent. The camp was fairly quiet, the only men awake were standing guard and barely paid her any attention as she entered her darkened tent. The flames in the fire were dying, so she quickly grabbed some short logs and put them on top, stoking the fire up so it would heat the tent. As she stood in front of the fire, trying to make it grow, Sansa thought of the conversation she had with Jon.

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"He-He doesn't love me anymore. He thinks I am a common whore and I know he will not understand."

Jon held her hand in his, listening to her talk and cry, "He doesn't think-" Sansa continued to speak, her tears falling faster, "Sure, I married Stannis and we made love several times, but it was never like when I was with Mance. I love him, Jon, why doesn't he see that? Should this baby had been Stannis', would I truly expect him to be kinder than he was?" She took the offered cloth from Jon and cleaned her face of the tears before she sighed, "If he decides that he does not want to be with me or be a father to his son, then I will stay here in Winterfell with my people. I know that I would be welcome here."

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Sansa sighed once more and finished stoking the fire before she turned to her bed and noticed a large body asleep in her bed. It frightened her, but Sansa soon heard the snoring and knew who it was. She shook her head before frowning and picking up the large bowl of water that was left in her room to wash. She walked over to the bed and lifted the bowl high before she let it tilt and empty onto the awaiting person below. Upon the cold water splashing onto his face and body, Mance gasped and opened his eyes, jumping up from the bed and shouting, "Fucks sake! Who the hell would-" He stopped speaking when he saw Sansa in front of him, her arms crossed and looking up at him. He hissed,

"Why did you do that?"

She growled in return, "You've been drinking again. Joanna and Jon told me all about how you have come to enjoy your drinks. I won't allow you to come into my tent, drunk and angry!" Mance rolled his eyes and grabbed at her, his hands taking each of her arms in their grasp before he shook her, "Look what you have done to me! For the time you were gone, I worried and barely slept. Nights spent awake, staring at the walls of our hut, hoping that you would walk through the door and let me take you in my arms." Sansa began to cry as he shouted, "Knowing that you married him willingly, how you let him take you into his bed, the thought made me sick with anger. Why did you leave, Sansa? What was the true reason-"

"You already know it, but you are too drunk to remember!" She screamed those words to him, making him stop shaking her and loosen his grip just slightly as she began to explain. Sansa calmed her voice, "He told me that if I didn't marry him, he would kill you and the others. I-I couldn't bear with the thought of you being killed because of me. I didn't want to see all of your people dead and burned. Especially not while I knew that I carried your son in my belly and if I didn't agree, his father would be killed."

Her angry, but quiet words seemed to have helped sober Mance up and he looked down at her before mumbling, "Our." Sansa frowned and questioned, "Our? What are you-" Mance suddenly began to weep as he went to his knees before her and put his hands on her belly, shocking Sansa for just a moment to the point where she was trying to move away, but Mance grabbed her hips and pulled her close. She watched as he wept and placed his forehead on her belly, "He is ours." Could it be that he believed her? Had sense been spoken to him?

"Mance, do you trust me?"

He nodded, "I don't know how I could ever doubt you, Sansa." He sniffed and kissed the fabric over her belly, "It's a son?" She nodded, "Melisandre told me that it would be a prince. Although I doubted her word on everything else, I trust her on at least this." Mance looked up at her, "Has he quickened? I wish to feel him kick."

"No, not yet. In the next month I shall feel him move. The Maester that was traveling with us took good care of me."

Sansa stopped speaking as she looked down at Mance and touched his face and long hair with her small hands, "Mance? Does this mean you still love me as I love you?" Mance chuckled and stood again, taking her face in his hands before he whispered, "More than ever, my little Queen."

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It's a short chapter, but its still a good one. Any ideas of what you would like to see happen in the next chapters? Leave a review and let me know!