Where You Belong
A/N: Warning – this chapter features smut – if you do not wish to read smutty content then feel free to skip over it. (All smut will be appropriately marked)
Winterfell – 301 A.C
Later that night…
Taking a sip of her water, Sansa squeezed Jon's hand under the table.
"Look at us… you would think that we came straight out of a story told to young children, a handsome, roguish prince marrying his sweet fair maiden" said Sansa softly.
After sharing a few close dances with each other, Sansa had decided to retake her seat at the high table, wanting a chance to rest her feet and just have a few quiet words with Jon.
"I doubt the nighttime activities of the bedchambers would make it into your story though" said Jon with a chuckle as he sipped his ale.
"They would if one were to tell the story to older children Jon" said Sansa cheekily.
Looking at their Aunt Ashara and Uncle Ned, dancing close together with their eyes locked on each other made Sansa smile.
For her entire life, she had wanted her future marriage to be like that of her Aunt and Uncle, a marriage built from true love that would never fade.
A marriage that Sansa knew she and Jon would have, knowing that she would love him wholly and completely until her last breath and that he would feel the exact same.
Even when she thought back to the gift-giving ceremony from this morning, receiving a small but generous pile of gifts from their fellow countrymen and women, ranging from food, clothes, weapons and silks among other things.
For Sansa, every part of this special day had been perfect for her.
It was the same for Jon, who was thinking back on all of the words he had shared with his cousins about himself and Sansa getting married.
Three days ago…
"I cannot believe you are marrying Sansa… or that you even slept with her in the first place, I never thought you would end up with someone like her" said Arya, voice brimming with teasing amusement.
Jon chuckled and let his arm rest on her shoulders as she took him for a walk through the Godswood, eager to catch up with her favourite cousin.
The feisty little she-wolf that treated him more like her favourite older brother than her cousin.
"We do not choose who we fall in love with Arya… all we do is choose how we act on that love" said Jon.
Arya rolled her eyes.
"Like getting her pregnant before you were even betrothed you mean… father wanted to smack you so hard when he found out" said Arya teasingly.
Turning a little red in the cheeks, Jon chuckled.
"Well your lovely sister was more than willing when it came to such intimacy… and rather wild too" said Jon amusedly.
Arya suddenly slapped him with a look of anger and disgust on her face.
"Eww… that is my sister you are talking about Jon, I do not want to know what you get up to behind closed doors" said Arya disgustedly.
Jon chuckled and playfully bumped her as they walked through the Godswood.
Leyla, Robb, Elia and Rodrik had also been supportive of their marriage, with Robb dropping a few hints about naming a son after him one day.
Leyla, who was dancing with her betrothed Daryn Hornwood under the gaze of Jon and Sansa, with the newly married Stark couple feeling relieved that Lord Hallis Hornwood had assured Ned and Ashara that he felt that Leyla was a Stark by blood if not by name and would be honoured to betroth his son and heir to her even though she bore the name of Snow.
A great honour for a girl born out of wedlock which would be frowned upon if they were south of the Neck.
Though with her future husband only being fifteen years of age, Leyla would have to wait for half a year for Daryn Hornwood to turn sixteen before she could become a married woman, with Robb also being made to wait for just over a year and a half before his own betrothed Alys Karstark would be old enough to marry him, given that she was only fourteen years old.
"You missed all of this I bet… when you were away?" said Sansa softly.
Jon nodded before planting a soft kiss on her lips.
"Every single day" said Jon before standing up and offering his hand to her, ready for another dance as husband and wife.
Taking his hand, Sansa let herself be led out onto the dance floor, getting as close to Jon as she could, resting her head on his shoulder as they danced to the slow music.
The next morning…
Waking up with the rising sun as all northerners did, Sansa smiled and pressed herself back into her husband's chest, feeling his arms lazily wrapped around her chest as he snored softly.
Having spent most of his life away from the North, Jon had yet to grow accustomed to their early morning rises, with Sansa always being the first to wake up every morning she had him in her bed.
"I guess I can say that it is our bed now… not just my bed" thought Sansa happily.
Spending nearly two hours at their wedding feast last night, Jon and Sansa had finally had enough and retreated from the hall, ready to end their wedding night in the only way it should be ended.
Though her pregnant stomach meant that there were only a few positions where Sansa felt comfortable having Jon inside of her, most of her night was spent on her hands and knees with the pillows under her stomach while Jon took her from behind time after time, changing from slow and gentle to hard and fast each time he took her.
The naughty words whispered in her ears only increased the thrill Sansa felt every time he thrust into her.
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"I cannot wait until you birth our child Sansa… so I can fuck another babe into you… and then another" whispered Jon in her ear, gently thrusting his hips as he finished inside of her for the second time that night.
Sansa shut her eyes and moaned out loud, knowing that now, she could afford to be as loud as she wanted when they made love as there were no consequences for being caught with him.
"Jon" moaned Sansa, followed by a sigh as she felt him grow hard inside of her once again, ready for round three.
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As she thought about how good her wedding night was, Sansa was caught off-guard when she felt Jon's hands move against her chest and he inhaled the scent of her hair.
"You smell great" said Jon with a groggy whisper.
Sansa pressed herself against him.
"Husband… we have to get out of bed" said Sansa softly, with the thought that Jon was now her husband feeling like a dream she would soon wake up from.
Though she knew that they would have to get out of bed soon, she wanted nothing more than to just stay in bed with his arms wrapped around her.
"Not yet Wife" said Jon, pressing a kiss to her neck.
Sansa moved to untangle his arms so she could get out of bed.
"We are expected in the hall to break our fast… your child needs its food as well as me" said Sansa, pulling his head and upper body up to hover above her.
Giving her a good morning kiss, Jon smirked and traced his hand over her cheek.
"Are you sure you want to show your face right now… half of Winterfell probably heard you last night" said Jon teasingly.
Sansa turned slightly pink before smirking at him.
"Well… given that we no longer have to keep this a secret, I thought you deserved to hear your wife scream as you fucked her Jon Stark" said Sansa wickedly.
Pressing a kiss to his lips, Sansa was not surprised to see that he was still smirking as though he had something else to say.
"Poor little Arya, Bran and Rickon… their chambers are only a few doors down from ours, losing sleep because their older sister was screaming about how good it felt to have her husband screwing her on her wedding night" said Jon amusedly.
With her eyes going wide for a moment, Sansa blushed, knowing that in her lust-filled mind, she had not thought about who might hear her screams of pleasure, least of all her younger siblings.
"Poor wife… knowing that her little brothers and sister may not be able to look her in the eye without thinking about what they heard on her wedding night" said Jon teasingly.
Turning even more red with embarrassment, Sansa began to stammer a response before whatever she was about to say was muffled by his lips.
"Relax Sweet Girl, I loved making you scream last night… I should do it more often" said Jon wickedly before kissing her again.
Sansa broke their kiss and latched her lips onto his shoulders, kissing and playfully biting him.
"Father said our keep will be ready a week from now" said Sansa, running her hands over his shoulders.
"Eager for me to whisk you away to our new home so soon Sansa?" said Jon amusedly.
Sansa smiled and manoeuvred the two of them so they were lying side by side facing each other.
"I love it here Jon, you know that… but my home is with you now, in our keep by the Wolfswood… where we can raise our little girl together" said Sansa softly.
Jon smiled and took her hand, placing it over her stomach.
"You really think it is a girl Sansa?" said Jon softly.
Nodding her head, Sansa placed her other hand on his cheek, kissing him and slipping her tongue through his lips.
"A little girl who will bear the name of her beloved grandmother Jon… you might think I am just guessing but I know she is a girl" said Sansa softly before kissing him again.
Jon smiled and disappeared under their covers. He knelt down to her stomach, pressing a kiss to it, even though her nightdress was in his way.
"Well Little Lyanna… your mother is so sure that you will be a girl, see if you prove us wrong" whispered Jon before kissing her clothed stomach again.
"Jon" said Sansa, unable to contain her laughter as he whispered sweet words and kissed her clothed baby bump.
When he finally reappeared before her eyes, Sansa pulled him into her, holding him close, basking in his body warmth.
"Come on Sansa… everyone is waiting for us" said Jon, removing himself from her grip and leaving the bed.
Sansa smiled and followed him out of the bed.
The Wolfswood Keep – 301 A.C
Nine days later…
The keep Jon and Sansa would call home consisted of three, multiple-floored square keeps, joined together by several roofed walkways surrounded by a large wall and an Ironwood gate.
Though it looked small in comparison to most castles in the north, the fact that the keep backed onto the magnificent Wolfswood gave them a magnificent view out of the windows at the back of their castle.
Having only arrived at their keep less than two hours ago, Jon and Sansa were keen to have a good look around, wanting to take in every inch of their family home.
Thinking back to how she was in her younger years, Sansa might have wished for something far more luxurious and larger than the castle they had been given.
But now, standing out on the balcony of the middle keep with her head resting leisurely on Jon's shoulder, looking down at the courtyard as their Household Staff and Guards went about their daily routines, Sansa thought that their home was perfect even if it was small compared to most of the other castles she had visited.
"You know… when I was younger, living somewhere as small as this would have disappointed me" said Sansa with a hint of regret in her voice, knowing that the days she dreamt of marrying a handsome prince and living in his grand castle were long gone.
Pressing a kiss to her forehead, Jon tightened his hold around her shoulder and squeezed the hand she was resting on the balcony wall.
"And now?" said Jon curiously.
Sansa looked up at him and smiled.
"I love it Jon… and I know Lyanna will love it when she runs through the courtyard" said Sansa softly, moving their joined hands up to her stomach.
Jon chuckled.
"Lyanna… Dorren… Robb… Sara" said Jon, softly which made Sansa give his hand another squeeze.
Looking down at the stern gaze on his wife's face made Jon laugh.
"Listing the names of the children you want Jon Stark?" said Sansa sternly.
Pressing a kiss to her forehead as he pulled her closer to him, Jon smirked.
"Remember those names well Sansa Stark… you will be carrying all of them for nine moons each" said Jon teasingly.
Turning a lovely shade of red, Sansa let the excitement of birthing each of their children course through her veins.
As they stood there looking down at the courtyard, the sight of the Steward's young sons running through the courtyard laughing and playing with each other warmed the hearts of the Stark couple.
"One day… we will be watching our children playing down there" said Sansa softly.
"It will… but children implies that we need to have more than one, two at least" said Jon softly.
Pressing herself into his side, Sansa closed her eyes and pictured boys and girls sharing both of their looks, running around the courtyard without a care in the world.
Later that night…
As Jon finished buttoning up his nightshirt, he looked across the room at Sansa who had already changed into her nightdress, sat in the rocking chair by the roaring hearth, stitching away at a small blanket.
When he crossed the room towards her, Sansa looked up at him with a soft smile on her face.
"For Lyanna… do you like it?" said Sansa softly.
Jon placed his hand on her shoulder, looking down at the blanket as she stretched it out to show him every detail on the blanket which was adorned with roses of a variety of colours.
"It looks great Sansa… I am sure she will love it" said Jon.
Sansa leaned up to press a kiss to his lips as he leaned down to meet her.
"I hope I am right… when I say that this child will be our Little Lyanna" said Sansa softly before kissing him again.
Jon moved behind the chair and started to rub her shoulders.
"Even if this child is a boy Sansa… it does not mean that we will not have a little girl one day" said Jon softly.
Sansa smiled and resumed her stitching.
"Are you coming to bed?" said Jon softly.
Sansa glanced up at him for a moment before kissing one of his hands that were rubbing his shoulders.
"Give me a few minutes to finish this" said Sansa.
Jon nodded and left her to finish her needlework, walking over to the bed and getting under the covers.
Watching her stitching the baby blanket by the fire, Jon propped himself up on his elbow as he waited quietly for her to finish so she could come to bed.
Sensing his eyes on her, Sansa glanced at him and flashed him a smile.
"Like what you see?" said Sansa.
Taking in the sight before him, Jon never saw a more beautiful sight than his wife making blankets and clothes for their future children.
"God I love you" said Jon softly.
Sansa flashed him another teasing smile, knowing she would never get tired of hearing those words from him.
"I love you too Jon" said Sansa.
Watching her in total silence, Jon waited for another few minutes before Sansa finally finished her needlework, placing it on the small table next to her side of the bed before climbing in to join him.
Giving him a kiss goodnight, Sansa settled in the bed with her back to him, letting him wrap his arms around her chest, holding her against him.
Few more words were exchanged between the two before sleep finally came for them, looking peaceful in their embrace.
The Wolfswood Keep – 303 A.C
Nearly two and a half years later…
Looking at the beautiful sight in front of her, Sansa thought back to all of the dreams she had about her future children while she was pregnant with her first child.
Watching the now 20-year-old Jon hold the hands of their 2-year-old daughter Lyanna Stark, who looked like a miniature Sansa with long red hair but she had inherited Jon's Valyrian purple eyes as he helped her walk across the nursery.
Thinking back, giving birth to Lyanna in her chambers had been a rather difficult thing, with the pain of childbirth lasting for over an hour before Lyanna was finally placed in her arms but Sansa knew that she would willingly go through the pain of childbirth more than once so they could have more children together.
Now nineteen years old, Sansa pulled part of her sky-blue dress down, exposing one of her teats to feed her 3-moon-old son Dorren, who had Sansa's eyes but tufts of Jon's dark-brown hair.
Dorren was a quicker birth than his older sister had been, with Sansa finding out she was pregnant with him not long after Lyanna's first name day.
Guiding his small head to her exposed teat so he could be fed, Sansa cradled their son as she watched their daughter learn to walk with Jon's help, feeling the love radiating throughout the nursery.
The love that was shared between the Starks of the Wolfswood Keep.
As she took in the peaceful atmosphere of her family, a gentle knock at the door interrupted her train of thought.
"Who is it?" Sansa called out.
"Yoren My Lady… apologies for the interruption but I have a raven for Lord Stark" Maester Yoren called out from behind the door.
Sansa neglected to cover her teat up, knowing that the Maester had seen more than her teats, having brought both of her children into the world.
"Come in Maester" Sansa called out.
The door opened and the young, short black-haired Maester Yoren entered the room, walking over to Jon, who turned to face him.
"A raven My Lord… from Kings Landing" said Maester Yoren, bowing his head slightly before handing the rolled-up scroll to him.
With a wary look on his face, Jon slowly took the scroll from the Maester before thanking him and telling him that he could leave them.
Guiding Lyanna over to sit next to Sansa, Jon waited for Maester Yoren to leave the room before breaking the seal on the scroll and unrolling it.
Letting Jon read the small scroll in silence with a concerned look on her face, Sansa waited for him to finish reading before she got involved.
"From your father?" said Sansa testily, knowing that Rhaegar Targaryan was a difficult subject for Jon to discuss, choosing only to open up to her about his father and not any of the other Starks.
Jon nodded.
"He has invited us to Kings Landing for Aegon and Visenya's wedding" said Jon flatly.
Still hearing bits and pieces of news from Kings Landing through Daenerys, Jon knew that even though Aegon and Rhaenys already had a son and heir named Lucerys, Rhaegar still wanted Visenya to marry Aegon and now she was old enough to be wed to her older half-brother.
To Rhaegar, prophecies from so long ago would always guide his decisions for the rest of his life and Jon felt glad that he had managed to steer clear of such things.
Only now, going back to Kings Landing to attend the wedding of two siblings who never once had a kind word to say to him had Jon feeling like he was at a crossroads on whether or not he actually wanted to attend.
"When is it?" said Sansa.
Jon turned to her as he folded the scroll up.
"Seven weeks" said Jon flatly.
Sansa frowned and removed Dorren's mouth from her teat, having finished feeding him.
"Do you want to go?" said Sansa warily.
This made Jon sigh and he sat down on the bed next to Lyanna letting her grasp a few of his fingers in her small hand as she gave him a hug.
"I do not know… when I left Kings Landing two years ago I knew there was nothing left for me there, I do not think that has changed… they might be my family by blood… but they were never my real family" said Jon flatly.
Seeing the look in his eyes, Sansa sighed, knowing that he did not want to keep talking about his past at the moment.
"We can leave it for now… perhaps we should take a walk, clear our heads a bit" said Sansa softly.
Holding Dorren against her chest to keep him warm, Sansa stood up, letting Jon keep hold of Lyanna's hand as the family of four walked out of the nursery together.
Later that night…
"If you really want to go to Kings Landing… you know I will come with you, let my mother and father have the kids for a few weeks" said Sansa softly as she sat at the small table near the window brushing her hair.
Laid on his side watching her from their bed, Jon let out a weary sigh as he was not sure he wanted to go back to Kings Landing for any reason.
"Besides… Daenerys will be there as well, Harlon too… it is not like we will be alone in that viper's nest" said Sansa softly as she finished brushing her hair.
Jon let out another sigh and rolled onto his back, not being prepared for Sansa to cross the room to the bed, climbing up and sitting down on his hips with her kneeling legs on either side of him.
"I think we should go… so you can find some peace with your past Jon" said Sansa softly, looking down at him.
Jon raised himself up to her face, where he was greeted with her hands on his cheeks and chin and her lips on his.
"My past is gone Sansa… I buried it the day I returned to you, Kings Landing means nothing to me anymore… you, Lyanna and Dorren are my home, my life" said Jon softly.
Sansa pulled him closer to her and kissed him again.
"I still think we should go… at least so Daenerys does not get lonely with only my brother for company, no doubt he would want our company as well" said Sansa softly.
Sharing a few gentle kisses, Jon let himself fall backwards, bringing her down with him until she was on top of him.
"If you think it is a good idea… then I agree" said Jon as the two passionately kissed each other, while rolling her over so she was underneath him.
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Feeling his hand brush her soft stomach, Sansa tensed up slightly and felt herself getting rather moist down there.
"We just had a child Jon… there is no rush to make another one just yet" said Sansa, biting her lip to suppress a moan rising from deep within her.
Jon lowered his mouth to her chest, gently opening her nightdress causing her teats to slip out, begging to be stimulated.
"I thought you wanted more children Sweet Girl" said Jon in a soft teasing voice as he used his lips and tongue to trace circles on her teats.
Sansa wrapped her arms tightly around his back, drawing him further into her.
"You are not the one who has to squeeze them out of your cunt Jon" groaned Sansa with a hint of fire in her belly.
Jon smirked and dipped his tongue into her cleavage, knowing how much she loved it when he paid special attention to her teats.
Of course, she loved feeling his lips and tongue on other parts of her body but feeling him lick, kiss and suck on her teats drove her wild.
"You want me now Sansa… I can smell how much you want me" growled Jon.
Sansa moaned as she felt his hand palm her womanhood over her dress, making her even wetter.
"The thought of your husband impregnating you turns you on even more" growled Jon.
"Fuck… yes" moaned Sansa, kissing his forehead.
Jon raised his head slightly.
"Do you want me Sansa?" said Jon huskily.
Sansa bit her lip and nodded.
"Yes" moaned Sansa.
That was all Jon needed to hear before he kissed her neck and proceeded to remove her nightdress at a slow, teasing pace.
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Winterfell – 310 A.C
Seven years later…
"How long until we get there Mother?" said the 6-year-old, long brown-haired Sara Stark who was looking out of the window of the wheelhouse as they rode up the Kingsroad towards Winterfell.
Sat next to Sara was her identical twin sister Serena Stark, who looked equally as excited as her at their impending visit to Winterfell.
"Not long now Sara" said the now 26-year-old Sansa Stark who was holding onto the hand of her 3-year-old, short, dark red-haired son Robb Stark.
Also sat in the wheelhouse with Sansa, Sara, Serena and Robb were the now 9-year-old Lyanna who was looking more and more like her mother every day and Dorren who looked like a younger version of Jon at seven years of age.
Dressed in their thickest furs, Sansa had told all five of their children that they needed to stay warm now that winter was upon them, even helping the seamstress make some winter-appropriate clothes for her children whenever she could.
In front of the wheelhouse was Jon, surrounded by four of his Household Guards and his 12-year-old squire Jonnel Cerwyn as they led the wheelhouse and small wagon towards Winterfell.
With his nephew, Andrew Stark's seventh Name Day being a week and a half away, Jon and Sansa decided to bring their children to Winterfell so they could spend some time with their cousin Andrew as well as his siblings Beric aged ten and Myranda aged five.
To let them spend time with the family that cared about them and their parents, with a visit to Kings Landing four moons ago making Jon and Sansa reach a decision to never take their children to that city again.
Just as Jon's relationship with his half-siblings was soured, the relationship his children had with his nieces and nephews was equally sour, with the Targaryan's never including the Starks in their activities, with the older children also bad-mouthing Jon to his children, using the same insults that had been used against Jon for years.
After a mere four days, Lyanna and Dorren had begged their parents to take them back to the Wolfswood Keep, telling them everything that had been done or said to them and that they just wanted to go home.
Though Jon would admit to Sansa on the journey home later that day, he had been looking for a reason to leave Kings Landing after the first day and he was glad to see the back of the city.
Watching their children play with their cousins at Winterfell and Sea Dragon Point only further reinforced Jon and Sansa's beliefs that their children did not need their cousins in Kings Landing in order to be happy with their lives.
Let the Targaryan's live their lives in the south, Jon was happy to keep his family in the north where they could be happy.
One moon ago…
"They are northern children Jon… they need not mingle with those south of the Neck, they can marry within the North where they can be truly happy" said Sansa as they stood on the balcony watching Lyanna, Dorren, Sara and Serena playing in the courtyard which was covered in a slightly thick blanket of snow under the watchful eye of their Governess Ysilla.
Also playing in the courtyard with the Starks, were some of the children of the Household Staff with Jon and Sansa encouraging their children to befriend those children given that they would be growing up together.
"Knowing that I wanted a life like this when I was growing up… a life away from the backstabbing politics of the south, who am I to deny my children the life I wanted when I was their age?" said Jon softly.
Sansa placed her hand on top of his and leaned into his side.
"You got that life eventually Jon… and best of all you get to spend it with me" said Sansa softly.
Jon smiled and pressed a kiss to her forehead as she laced the fingers of their gloved hands.
Leading their convoy through the gates into the courtyard of Winterfell nearly ten minutes later, Jon saw Harlon and Daenerys, now aged 28 and 26 years old respectively, waiting for them in line with their three children who shared a mixture of their parents looks.
Also stood waiting to meet them were Brandon and Catelyn Stark, now aged 48 and 45 respectively as well as the now 24-year-old, long dark-brown haired Arya Stark, who had turned down so many betrothal offers made by her parents, that they had just caved in and allowed her to remain unwed as she wished.
These days, the wild, young Stark woman would spend most of her time travelling all over Westeros and beyond, keen to explore as much of the world as she could.
Having married wives of their own, Bran and Rickon had left Winterfell behind, taking up residence in their own keeps or the castles of their wives, with Bran living at Greywater Watch in the Neck with his wife Meera Stark nee Reed and Rickon living near Sea Dragon Point with his wife Lyanna Stark nee Mormont.
Dismounting his horse and making his way over to the wheelhouse, Jon helped his children out into the courtyard followed by Sansa who took his arm, looking around the courtyard with a fond smile on her face.
"This is where our family belongs Jon… right here at Winterfell, not down in Kings Landing or anywhere else in the south… we belong here" said Sansa softly.
Watching their four eldest children rushing off to reunite with their cousins while Robb waddled over to take Sansa's other hand, Jon smiled knowing that his wife was right and this was where they belonged.
Braving the wind and snow of the North, living what would be considered a harder life than those in the South.
"Come on… it feels like more than a few moons have passed since we saw Harlon and Dany" said Jon.
Walking towards the Starks of Winterfell, Jon and Sansa smiled as they watched their children and their niece and nephews take off running towards the Godswood to play some sort of game with each other as she and Jon spent time with the adult Starks.
Though the Starks of Sea Dragon Point, as well as Bran, Rickon and their families, would not be arriving for another few days, Jon and Sansa eagerly awaited their arrival, knowing that how good it would be to have their entire family under the same roof for the first time since Rickon's wedding a year and a half ago.
THE END.