This is completely different from everything I have written before. I had the idea of this story for so long and finally I wrote it!
Lyanna/Jaime one-shot. I hope you will like it!
Oh, and THANK YOU for reviews!
I changed the title also. It is no longer 'I love our family', because I am going to write one-shots like this one. With happy endings of course!


They were laying in bed in silence. With her head on his chest she listened to his steady breathing. His long fingers played with her brown hair. She sighed deeply. Jaime knew why she sought his presence that day so badly. It was the third anniversary of the Battle at the Trident. Where the Last Dragon had fallen. Her Dragon.

Jaime has never heard Lyanna talking about Rhaegar Targaryen. But he saw her grey eyes light up or get misty every time when she wandered in the Red Keep cellars to look at the dragon skulls and when she delicately touched winter blue roses or looked at the silver ring with a ruby she thought no one knew about. Lyanna still loved her Prince. At that thought Jaime felt slight pang of jealousy. He wanted to laugh, he was jealous of dead man! Jaime tightened his hold on Lyanna's slim waist.

After Rebellion, Robert Baratheon got Lyanna Stark back and instantly married her. Though their marriage was not a happy one. His beloved Lyanna has not loved him back, which Baratheon fool could not see. He was blinded to see she suffered all these years of their marriage. 'I made you a Queen', he was always saying, 'I gave you everything you could wish for'. But it was not what she-wolf wanted. Lyanna once told Jaime 'I want to be back at Winterfell, at home with Ned and his wife and their children. I want to be free again'.

Their love affair began two years ago. Jaime guarded her chambers by the order of the foolish King. He saw how terribly lonely the Queen was. How she would not left her chambers after Robert's visits almost every night. So Jaime decided he would try to make her happy. He did not want to be indifferent how he was with Queen Rhaella. He even decided that when he would hear her cry or scream during King's visit he would beat that oaf senseless. Jaime wanted to take care of her when she was becoming quieter every day. He excused it as a remedy for Rhaegar Targaryen. He once had failed him, sending Elia and her children to death. Or maybe he wanted to forget about Cersei and her marriage to Edmure fucking Tully.

They were both alone. He started taking her for walks, especially the Godswood. It reminded her of the North. She never prayed. She just sat on the bench or knelt near the Weirwood tree. He would threw japes to cheer her up, firstly Lyanna just looked at him indifferent, but after some time he would got tiny smile from her, sometimes even lovely big smile which reached her eyes.

Then Queen Lyanna discovered she was pregnant. Few days of silence passed and she was happy again. She spent almost all of the time reading out loud in the library or softly singing some old songs and lullabies to her growing belly. She would visit cellars and touch dragon skulls softly whispering, caressing her stomach. It was Jaime who first felt small kicks of her child. He remembered when they sat in the Godswood, away from prying eyes. He was amusing her with new gossips from the court, when she suddenly groaned and placed her hand on her large stomach. He was scared for a few moments, but then she laughed. Sweet, cheerful laugh escaped her lips and her dark grey eyes brightened. Lyanna beckoned him, took his hand and placed it on her belly. Jaime widened his emerald eyes and laughed when he felt baby kicking. They stared into each other eyes, laughing. It was enough for Jaime Lannister to feel affection for Lyanna Stark.

After she had given birth to Jon, First of His Name, she spent all her time focused on the child. Jon Baratheon was premature. Born in the seven moon of pregnancy. Weirdly he was not sick nor little as he should be according to Maester Pycelle. Jon was healthy and big with good lungs, ideal for his screams when Robert Baratheon was close. Sweet pup, as she called little Jon, was all Stark; dark brown hair and dark grey eyes. When Lyanna recovered from her childbed, Robert showered her with gifts. Flowers, gowns, jewelry, books, everything. Drunk King kissed her proudly in front of everyone during the feast in honor of little Jon and she smiled politely at him when he stopped, averting her grey eyes to the stony floor.

It was that kiss when Jaime Lannister felt rage pulsing through his veins. His emerald eyes glaring daggers at the King. He discovered he fell in love with the she-wolf. Young Lion thought he would never love anybody but Cersei. He and his twin sister came together to this world, they shared a womb, they were meant to be together. But it all crashed down when they grew up. Lyanna Stark was like fresh air for him. She was beautiful and smart, firm and funny. She was loving and caring. That two traits Cersei lacked. Cersei was more obsessive than loving and she was not caring, not even in a little bit. Lyanna Stark was complete opposite of Cersei Lannister.

Jaime avoided Lyanna. He asked Ser Barristan to guard her chambers. He was afraid of his feelings. Over the past two weeks after the feast, he dreamed of her. Her brown wavy hair, grey eyes, kissable pink mouth, fair and delicate skin, her slender body, her sweet laugh and sincere smiles. He started to understand why The Last Dragon fell for that woman.

Lyanna cornered him one day. She demanded explanation of his absence. When he was silent she started hitting his golden armour and yelling at him, calling him a child and an idiot. Jaime laughed at her, because she was right. He was an idiot. A fool in love, he called himself and then he pulled her smaller frame to his chest and dropped a butterfly kiss on her rosy lips. Then he kissed her deeply. She was dumbfounded first, but she kissed him back with the same force, tousling his golden hair with her hands. She tasted like wild strawberries and smelled like blueberries and orchids. A lion in love with a wolf.

Then they sought each other more often than they should. Secret meetings, smiles, looks. It was all exciting. Until gossips reached Robert Baratheon's ears. He questioned her one day if she was faithful to him. She answered him with solemn Stark face, that she was and opened his chamber's door, passing his whores, turning only one time, sending him a sardonic smile. Next time they were more careful.

Jon was growing up and Lyanna was more than happy that Robert was absent in his life. The King was busy whoring, drinking and hunting. Lyanna spent most of her time with sweet pup, showing him the world and promising him trip to Winterfell when he would be older. Surprisingly in Jaime's presence she was calling Jon a Stark. Never a Baratheon. It was like she wanted to forget that Robert was his father.

Jon's babbling involved a lot of giggling and drooling. His first word was 'mama' as Lyanna round and round repeated it to him. His next words were 'wolf', sounding more like ' 'olf', 'food', 'pee'. But when he said 'papa' and it was directed to Jaime, Lyanna froze along with him. She quickly took Jon in her arms and tried to explain that Jaime was no papa to him, but little Jon still reached his arms towards Jaime crying 'papa' with a grin. The Young Lion exited his Queen's chamber with a smirk on his face. He liked little pup more and more with each passing day.

Another year passed and they still acted like adolescents. Hiding in the abandoned chambers, meeting in the Godswood in the moonlight. Yet they had to be careful. The Red Keep had little birds singing pretty songs.

That night King drank too much, as always, and slept in his chambers in deep drunken slumber. Jaime was glad. Robert finally left Lyanna alone. She was all Jaime's that night.

"Sometimes I wish I had died with him at the Trident." Lyanna whispered, her voice gentle. Jaime was taken aback by her confession. She has never talked about him. "I ran away with him to be free from Robert. And here I am. Feeling like a prisoner in my own home." She laughed bitterly. Jaime felt trickle of tears running down his chest. It pained him to see her like that. Broken and helpless. Lyanna continued. "I accepted the situation, but I outsmarted him. I outsmarted the King!" She giggled and Jaime narrowed his eyes. Was she going mad? He thought. "And no one knows. Not even you, Jaime. I dropped you some hints, you know." She looked up at him with her big grey eyes and he furrowed his eyebrows.

"What are you talking about?" Jaime questioned and felt uneasy by her behavior. She laid her head again on his chest and started making patterns on his skin.

"It was after my Rhaegar left me and set off to the riverlands to fight." Lyanna began again, her head lost in memories. Jaime tried to ignore her words 'my Rhaegar' and listened to her. Maybe she needed that, she needed to ease her pain. "I waited for him at the Tower of Joy. I was growing impatient, there was no news. Anything to ease my waiting. Ser Arthur was my only friend there and he knew first. One moon after Rhaegar left I discovered I was with child." Lyanna paused waiting for his reaction. Jaime was only more confused.

"When I found out that my Dragon was killed by Robert, I thought I might lose the child from my grief. I cried, all days and all nights. I was pathetic." She spat. "The Seven Kingdoms was in war because of me. Because of our foolish love innocents died. My father died. My brother died… I fell in love with a married man, whose marriage was falling apart. We were both lost, but when our hands touched for the first time it was like we found ourselves. If I had to turn back the time, I would do the same. Because love makes fool of us." Lyanna paused and licked her lips, she wiggled restlessly in bed.

"I was carrying Little Dragon under my heart and I decided I would do everything in my power to keep him or her alive. Almost one moon passed and Ned came to take me from Dorne. I was scared of his judging eyes, but I did what I did and I would suffer the consequences. Ned was disappointed, but he was happy to have me back." She smiled a little. Jaime knew Eddard Stark loved his sister as strongly as she him. They were like a wolf pack, Lyanna once said. "Robert married me immediately as I came to the court. I didn't protest. I wanted to carry my plan out. I wanted my Little Dragon at his rightful place." Lyanna looked at him waiting for his reaction. Jaime understood then. He widened his green eyes. Jaime was proud of her. She was more cunning than they all thought.

"Firstly I was afraid that my plan would fail. What if the child would look like Rhaegar? Silver hair and purple eyes. I remembered that Robert's grandmother was a Targaryen. There was a chance that the child would take after his family ancestors. I came to him then, I said I was afraid that our child could take after Robert's grandmother and then what? He would kill her or him for resembling a Targaryen? He was conflicted, but Robert denied it and said he would love our child just the same. To my joy, Jon was all mine. He was always only mine." She smiled sweetly at Jaime. "I want Jon to be like his father. His true father. I promised my Rhaegar that I will avenge his death and that our child will sit on the Iron Throne like a true heir, not usurper." Firmness was hearable in her voice and there was a storm in her grey eyes. She sat on the bed, wrapping herself in a silken bed sheet.

Lyanna looked like a true goddess when moonlight illuminated her body. She sat proud and threatening, her brown hair cascading down her back to her waist. He was miserably in love with her, when she still loved her Dragon. Jaime even forgot about Cersei. Their letters were less frequent and more as a result of old love's duty. He admitted bluntly he did not miss her as once he thought he would be. Jaime was happy with she-wolf.

"But promise me Jaime." Lyanna whispered and pleaded him, firmly holding his calloused from sword hands. "You will help me. You will help me avenge the Last Dragon. You will help me raise Jon to be brave, intelligent, good, confident and loyal. Promise me if something will crash you will protect him. Promise me Jaime." She clutched his hand to her chest, her eyes wide now, waiting for his answer.

"I promise." I swear to my love for you Lyanna, he wanted to add. "I promise Lyanna." She gave him a radiant smile and kissed him long and passionately. Jaime would do everything for her. He was all hers.

"Jaime." Lyanna said his name like a prayer. He looked deeply in her grey eyes. Her beautiful eyes were dark and burning hot. She squeezed his hands intertwining their fingers, her slender and elegant, his long and strong. Lyanna closed her eyes for a moment, then gentle smile appeared on her face. Rosy lips opened and her words were like a spring-like wind. Warm and fine.

"I love you." Lyanna opened her grey eyes and Jaime's heart started beating rapidly. He was hers and she was his now.

"I have loved you for so long." Jaime whispered and they made love like never before. It was perfect, gentle and full of promises.

A wolf loved a lion. Jaime smiled because he was her Lion.