Chapter 45

Sansa Stark POV

Today is my 15th birthday. I don't actually feel that excited about it, I was hoping I would have lost more weight by now. I asked my mom if Margaery, Dany, Cersei, Jaime and Ramsay could come over and she said that was fine since it's Friday. Cersei and Jaime said they couldn't because of basketball practice, but the others are coming over after cheer practice.

When we get to my house, there's decorations up that I can tell were Arya's idea. We try to go all out for each other's birthdays, one time I almost burnt the house down trying to bake her a cake for her 8th birthday when I was 10. Robb and Jon were so upset.

"Happy birthday, Sansa!" Arya yells as we walk in. I would be embarassed, but Cersei isn't here and what she's doing is sweet. I walk up to her and give her a hug. My mom brings out Alfredo pasta with chicken, which was my favorite growing up. Of course that makes my anxiety skyrocket, but I take enough to not draw any questions.

Eventually after food and boring conversation, my mom brings out red velvet cake (my favorite) with candles. I can't bring myself to grab a piece after everyone sings me happy birthday.

"Sansa," my mom says to me as everyone else is getting cake. I think she can tell I'm struggling to get a piece. "It's your birthday."

I don't want to upset her, so I have her cut me a small corner piece. After I sit down with my plate, Arya hands me a bag. "Open it," she says. "I saved up to get this for you."

"We're doing presents already?" I ask, taking Arya's bag. It's the seagull necklace from Taylor Swift's 1989 merch collection. I've been saying I wanted it, I can't believe she remembered. "Thank you Arya." I give her a hug.

"Jon and Ygritte got this for you," my mom says, handing me another bag. "I don't know what it is." I open it, it's a pink scarf with heart decorations. Ygritte must have picked this out, it's pretty.

I take out my phone and text Jon, *Thank you for the scarf, it's really pretty. Tell Ygritte I said thank you as well.*

My mom hands me a bag. "This one is from me, dad and the boys," she says. I know that means the boys had no part in this. It's a black dress with gold trim. "I hope it's the right size."

"I love it," I say to my mom. "Thank you." I look at my phone, Jon hasn't responded to my message.

Cersei Lannister POV

I still haven't gotten my period, and it's over two weeks late. I'm trying to ignore that. I start to get emotional as I'm waiting in my car for Jaime to come out of basketball practice. I'm not sure why, but when he gets in the car he can see that I'm crying a little.

"What's wrong?" He asks me as soon as he sees.

"I don't know," I say. "I just feel so tired, but I still haven't been able to sleep well."

"Did you start your period?" I just shake my head.

"Come on," Jaime says after a pause. "We're going to the store."

"What?" I ask.

"I'm not letting you avoid this. We're finding out right now if you're pregnant."

"Jaime, no! I'm not!"

"Cersei, we need to make sure. Would you rather not know and have it be too late?" I just look at him, and drive off to the store.

Jaime is kind enough to go buy the test for me. I can't imagine going in and getting it myself, and we can't go in together.

"You know it will be okay no matter what, right?" He asks me when he gets into the car.

"I know it will," I reply as I pull out of the parking lot. "It will be fine because I'm not pregnant."

When we get home, no one is there. That's weird, Tyrion is usually home. He probably went out with Shae. Whatever, I'm not complaining. We go to the bathroom in my room. It's safer that way, less likely for Tyrion or dad to go there. I go into the bathroom while Jaime sits on my bed.

I can tell he's scared, but honestly I'm not. I know I'm not pregnant, there's no way. I'm pretty sure he and I couldn't have a baby together even if we wanted to. I don't think it's possible. I wait in the bathroom for 3 minutes after peeing on the stick like it says. When it's time, I get up and look at the test. There's two lines on it.

Sansa Stark POV

After we have cake and I eat as small of an amount as possible, my mom agrees that we can go out for a bit. We drive out to where the treehouse is, hoping no one else will be there. We walk to it, and luckily no one is in there hooking up.

We climb up the ladder and start smoking weed.

"I should probably get going," Margaery says to Dany. "Are you okay to drive?"

"Yeah for sure," Dany replies. She gets up and they go to the treehouse entrance. "Happy birthday, Sansa." They climb out and down the ladder. I can hear them walking away.

Ramsay immediately starts kissing me. His mouth moves down to my neck, which catches me off guard. "What are you doing?" I ask him.

"Just kissing you," he replies. "Do you like it?"

"Yeah," I reply. It does feel good, but he's being so forward and intense about it. "I guess."

Ramsay positions himself in front of me and reaches underneath my skirt, taking off my underwear. He starts going down on me, and I freeze in shock. I can't say it's a bad experience, but I probably would have stopped him if he wasn't so quick about it.

It feels really good, and eventually he stops. He comes up and kissed me. "What was that for?" I ask him.

"Just something I wanted to do for your birthday," he replies. "Now what are you going to do for me?"

I pause. "What?"

"Now that I've done this for you, it's only fair that you do the same for me."

I guess he has a point, but I'm nervous. "Ramsay, I don't think I'm ready for that."

He looks very disappointed, which is what I was afraid of. "Oh, okay then," he replies. "Well, happy birthday. I guess I'll see you Monday." He starts to leave.

"Where are you going?" I ask him. He still needs to take me home.

"Well I was trying to do something nice for you," he replies. "I just think it's kind of uncool that you won't do the same in return."

Maybe he's right, maybe I should do it just this one time. It's the least I can do since he did it for me, but I don't want to do it.

"Hey don't leave," I say, stopping him. "I'll do it."

"Really?"

"Yeah, you're right. You did it for me, I feel bad." That seems to make him happy. He walks back over to me and takes his pants off. I don't know what I'm doing, but I guess I have to do my best to figure it out. I need to just get used to this, it's expected of me in high school relationships. That's the case no matter who I'm with, so I just tune out and try to make him feel good. I guess it works because eventually it's over.

"Was that okay?" I ask, standing up. I feel like I'm going to throw up, but there was no where for me to spit.

"That was more than okay," he responds, kissing me. He puts his pants back on and we walk out of the treehouse. I look at my phone when we get into his car. Jon never texted me back.