A/N Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones. This is purely a fiction exercise. Also because English is not my native language you may have to excuse some mistakes I may write. That being said I hope you enjoy it. :)

Tyrion opened the door of his chambers and walked in. He sat down on the bed next to his wife, where she was lying.

"How are you feeling, my sweet Rose?" He kissed gently her cheek and stroked her hair.

She smiled. "Better. I'll be down in a moment."

Tyrion nodded and lied down next to her. "No hurries. Garlan and Robb are taking their time having breakfast." He put his hand over her belly. "I know it's not really showing yet here but maybe you should talk to the Grand Maester? He's your granduncle, after all." Tyrion said.

"If I do, my whole family will know immediately. As you said he's my granduncle. I just wanted to wait a little more, to be sure..." She held his hand in hers.

"Four weeks have passed since you first told me, and more time before that, you still have not bled since, you have been having this morning sickness over the last week and it's getting worse each day... And I've noticed, your breasts are even fuller, swollen... Believe me, I know." He smiled. "And it doesn't show through your gowns but if you ask me, a tiny bump is already here." He caressed gently her belly. "See? Right here." He rubbed the area right below her belly button over her gown.

She giggled. "I know. It's a strange feeling down there. Like I have bubbles floating inside my belly. I just keep reminding me of those stories of women losing their unborn children..."

"Shhh..." Tyrion silenced her with a soft kiss. "Don't. We will not lose our child. You'll look even more beautiful while carrying our child, you'll see."

Rosemary hadn't shared with Tyrion her deepest fears. Sure, losing the child even before it was born was one of them. But there were others. What if the child was deformed? What if it was a witless? What if it was a dwarf like Tyrion? She knew he hoped for the kid to be the perfect baby he had never been. And worse of all she feared she would die in childbirth just like Tyrion's mother Joanna. That would kill him too. And even worse, he would hate the child, just like his own father had hated him, even though hating his own child was something Tyrion would never admit he could do. Well, my mother never lost a child and she gave birth to five of them. I suppose I can do the same. She thought hopefully.

She lied on her side and looked into his eyes. "Tell me that no matter what you'll still love me or our child."

Tyrion was silent for a few seconds before speaking. "Love you or our child? No. I will love you and our child. Both of you. No matter what."

She smiled. "Yes, both of us, that sounds good. Never mind, I guess this whole process is taking away my wits."

Tyrion laughed. "No, it's not. You're perfect, as always."

Rosemary snuggled up against him. "Just hold me for a moment. No... Us." She put her hand over his own that was still on her belly."Hold us for a moment."

Tyrion happily obliged. "Always."

She relaxed in his arms as he cuddled her. "Did you have word from Lord Redwyne?" She asked after some time in silence just enjoying his embrace.

"Yes, they are besieging Dragonstone. No word or movements from Stannis yet."

"Do you think they will be successful?"

"Hard to tell but yes, Stannis is weak. It can take time but he'll be defeated. Anyway, you shouldn't worry about these things, my sweet wife. Not now, I wouldn't dare to ask it from you."

She smiled looking up to him. "Oh dear husband, I'm not ill, you know? I can still care about what happens in the realm."

He smiled back at her. "Sure you can. I do appreciate it."

"So, Lady Catelyn is staying here?" Rosemary asked.

"Yes. Robb insisted that she stayed here with Arya while he fights the Greyjoys and the Bolton bastard. Catelyn wanted to go and stay in Riverrun but Robb was afraid that she then would ask to continue north with him and he doesn't want to put them in danger. If you ask me, he's being wise. Better to keep his stubborn mother out of the way. And meanwhile we are the ones who get to bear her in the small council meetings, filling in for him." Tyrion smirked.

Rosemary smiled amused. "You don't like her very much, do you?

"You are aware that she falsely accused me of trying to murder her son, right? Made me her prisoner and took me to that insane sister of her in the Eyrie..."

"I know. Your brother Jaime started a war because of that. I remember hearing all those news." She said nostalgically.

"Oh." Tyrion suddenly blushed. "You heard about that."

"Of course. We were all alert and expectantly waiting for developments in Highgarden."

"And what did you think? I bet you thought the Imp was a murderer..."

She stroked his hair and smiled. "I didn't think anything in particular. I had no way of knowing what was true. I then knew that you were considered innocent in a trial by combat and now that I know you, I know you could never murder or attempt to murder a child."

Tyrion stayed silent and looked away from her almost in shame.

"Tyrion?" She called while making him look at her again. "Oh dear, did you...?" She looked shocked.

He suddenly realized what she meant. "Oh no, I did not try to murder Bran Stark." He said firmly.

She sighed in relief. "Good. But your face..."

"You said you knew I could never murder a child... While I had nothing to do with Bran's fall and attempted murder, I..." He took a deep breath.

"What?" She asked.

"Never is strong word. I know one thing. I'd kill for you. If anyone is a threat to you or to us, I swear I'd kill them. Even a child. I know this isn't pretty to say but I'm definitely not perfect. I love you, Rosemary, with all I have, my heart, my mind, anything. I would do literally anything for you." He confessed with a certain tone of apology in his voice.

She made a sad smile and hugged him tight. "I hope it never comes to that." She commented in a whisper.

"Please, don't hate me but..." He said almost as a confession, pulling away from her embrace.

"I won't." She reassured him.

"If Oberyn Martell hadn't done it, I would have. I would have found a way to kill my father just so he couldn't have you, just so he couldn't make you his wife and take you away from me. I would not have done it because he was disinheriting me or because he hanged Shae or because he lied about Tysha or because he was forcing me to marry Sansa or because he left me to die after battle or because he never cared for me and hated me all my life. But I would have killed him for you. Because of you."

Rosemary had her eyes full of tears that were about to burst and run down her cheeks.

"I'm so sorry." He apologized. "Maybe I'm the monster that everyone says I am."

She just threw her arms around him and squeezed him tight against her. "I love you, Tyrion. And if you are a monster, I am too. I'd do exactly the same for you."

He took a deep breath and enjoyed her embrace for a while. Then he looked up at her. "Thank you." It was all he could say.

"No need for that because you're always more than welcome." She chuckled lightening up the mood. "Give me a kiss instead."

Tyrion finally giggled. "You're truly a blessing." He leaned to kiss her lips.

Tyrion was resting his head against her chest, hearing the soft beat of her heart which made him relax. Rosemary was running her fingers through his hair and caressing gently his back.

They stayed like that for a while until someone knocked on the door.

"Of course." Tyrion rolled his eyes slightly annoyed for the interruption. "What?" He asked at who was at the door.

"My lord..." The voice of Podrick Payne echoed.

"I really need to make him a knight... Maybe your brother will knight him..." Tyrion commented before replying to Pod: "Come in!"

Podrick opened the door cautiously and his head popped up shyly. "Oh, so sorry..." He immediately disappeared again behind the door after spotting Tyrion and Rosemary in bed in each other's arms.

"Fool boy." Tyrion groaned. He reluctantly pulled away from Rosemary, who was amused with the scene, while he spoke to Pod again. "Pod, get in here! There's no one naked, for Gods sake. We were just lying down, nothing more."

Pod instantly appeared again. "My Lord... My Lady..." He looked very briefly to Rosemary and then back at Tyrion and then back at the floor.

"Yes? What is it?"

"A letter has arrived." He said nervously.

"A letter?" Tyrion raised an eyebrow curiously. News from the Hound in Tarth? Or maybe from the Eyrie? Or even from Dorne? Or was it the Greyjoys? Or the Bolton bastard? Or someone across the Narrow Sea? "Oh gods, speak, Pod." Tyrion said impatiently.

"A raven from Castle Black." Podrick finally said. "Lord Mace, the Hand, told me to come and tell you. I think only Maester Gormon and Lord Tyrell have read it."

"Oh." Tyrion looked slightly worried at his wife.