Maya looked down at her slightly round bare stomach which she was able to have kept hidden from Jaime. They had been at the Lannister camp now for almost two moons and she was anxious. Tonight, she would be having supper with Tywin Lannister…alone. She wondered many things now, one of which concerning how she was going to keep hiding her growing stomach from everyone else. Only Nadia had known and Maya trusted her enough to know that her handmaiden and friend would keep her secret. According to Nadia, Maya was about three and a half months pregnant.

People would whisper whenever they saw her and she wanted to know why. But whenever she confronted or asked them about it, they told her that they were under strict orders not to. So Maya asked Jaime, who tensed and then talked around the subject, trying to confuse her. She tried not to yell or shout at him, but can you blame for not yelling at the idiot, who is the father of her child. Dear Gods, help me. I hope my child is nothing like his father, Maya thought as she walked into the practice yard set for camp.

"Which one of you blithering ugly fools wants to go up against me next, huh," Jaime said smugly, smirking at all of them. "Ah, yes, silence is what I love most in someone when it's not my stubborn little wife."

Maya sighed as she closed her eyes in frustration. Somehow I think that it'll be exactly like its father, a fat headed idiot.

She shook her head and said with a fake cheerful voice, "Oh, darling!" Jaime turned around at the sound of her voice. "May I have a word with you for just a moment?"

Jaime smirked at her and she tried not to think about extremely hot he looked right now. She liked hairy men, so what. Jaime was perfect in the chest hair department. Maya, focus on the bastard's face not his body, you bloody idiot. Maya rolled her eyes at him and he only smirked even more as he walked over to her and kissed her cheek.

She raised an eyebrow at him. "You're in a good mood today."

"As are you," he said suspiciously. "Why though? What did you do?"

"What?! What makes you think that I did something?"

"You came over here which you never do because you're always in the tent. Sleeping."

She shrugged. "Well, I just wanted to ask you something." She smiled at him like she was keeping a secret. Maya bit her lip shyly as she pushed her body more into his. "It's very important."

"How important exactly," he asked as he nuzzled his nose into her cheek, inhaling her jasmine scent.

She smiled and looked up into his emerald green eyes. "Important enough to be discussed in private."

Jaime let out a raspy breath and grabbed her hand. He ignored the rest of the men and led her quickly away from the practice yard. Not a second after they entered their tent, Jaime started to kiss her lips. Attacking them is how she would put it. His hands started to take off her clothes and she smiled as she pulled away, shaking her head.

"What?"

"I want to try something first." She said seductively.

"What is it?" he asked intrigued at his wife's new sexual boldness towards him.

Maya bit her lip and gently pushed Jaime onto the bed, never taking her eyes of his. She pushed him down onto his back and she lightly kissed his lips as she straddled his thighs. "Don't move," she commanded softly.

She stood up and grabbed something from behind the dresser. She smirked at him and he chuckled at what was in his little wife's hands. "No."

"Why not? It'll be fun…and hot."

"Do you honestly think that I'm stupid enough to actually let you tie my hands up?"

"Just to the headboard. It won't even be that tight. You'll be able to get out of it," she argued as her delicate hands smoothed over his bare chest since she tore open his shirt when she was kissing him. She very slowly started to move her hips. Jaime's jaw hardened and he groaned. "Please."

"Fine," he grumbled. "Be quick about it though."

She smiled brightly and that made Jaime smile knowing that it was because of him. His heart swelled in his chest painfully just looking at his happy wife. She looked so beautiful right then and there as she tied up his hands to the headboard of the bed. He prayed to the gods that no one would walk into their tent when he was tied up. Maya stood up and took off the rest of her clothes leaving her bare for his eyes only. Jaime felt his cock twitch and then harden even more.

Maya crawled halfway onto the bed and kissed him passionately. His hands inched to touch her again and he pulled at the ropes eventually letting out a frustrated groan in defeat. She giggled softly against his lips and pulled away. "Let's play a game."

"What kind of a game?" he asked as her hands started to unlace his breeches.

"The kind of game where we don't lie to our wives and try to hide the truth from them when they ask or avoid the question." Her smiled fell and she got off of the bed. Maya put on her robe and smiled in victory at her stunned husband.

Maya sat in a chair in front of the bed so he had a perfect view of her as he sat up a little, but failed because of the restraints on his wrists. He glared at her. "I knew I shouldn't have trusted you."

She shrugged and sighed. "What can I say? I learned from the best."

"Why have you tied me up, little wife? Have I been a naughty boy?"

"Oh, yes. You and everyone else in this stupid camp have been keeping something from me and I want to know what the hell it is."

Jaime knitted his eyebrows in confusion. "When did your breasts get so big? I mean they were big before, but this is different."

"Stop changing the subject, Jaime."

"Tell me the truth and I won't."

"It goes both ways, Jaime."

"Fine, I'll tell you, but then you have to tell me." She nodded. He sighed. "You won't like what I have to say though."

"I don't care."

"Um, how do I put this delicately? Well, your father knows about my relationship with my sister, your father tried to tell everyone about what we've done and how Robert's supposed children are actually mine, but that backfired seeing as how the king is dead and your father was betrayed by Littlefinger himself when he brought this to court. Your younger sisters and father are being kept prisoners in The Red Keep while your twin, Robb Stark called his bannermen thus declaring war on us. Oh, yes, and I'm going to Riverrun to siege it. Your turn?"

"I'm-I'm pregnant," she said.

"What?"

"I'm only three and a half months along, Jaime. Oh Gods…"

"No, Maya, calm down."

"Oh dear Gods!" she said as she covered her mouth, her hand shaking.

"Maya, don't you dare. You need to relax."

"How can you even tell me to relax when my family is in trouble because of what you did?!" she yelled angrily.

"How is this my fault?"

"You were the one who decided to attack my father in the streets like some savage when Tyrion was taken. You are such an idiot! Why would you even do that?! You know what's really a knee slapping here, Jaime, is that our marriage was supposed to end this ridiculous and sad feud between our families, but you only made it worse so yes, it is your fault because if you had stayed away from your sister while in Winterfell then Bran would never have fallen, my mother would never have been suspicious, Tyrion would be ok, and my family wouldn't be torn in pieces. When you screw with my family, you screw with me!" she shouted.

Maya put on her clothes and tied the laces from the back angrily. She rolled her eyes as she heard him call her name softly. "No, don't. I can't believe you kept this from me."

"I knew you would react this way so I didn't tell you and told everyone not to tell you. You should really relax; it's not good for the babe."

She whirled around yelling, "I don't care about the baby! I care about my family."

His beautiful face turned into stone and his eyes turned cold. "Are you saying that our child isn't apart of your family? How can you even say that?"

"Because I don't love you. This is your child, not mine."

He chuckled coldly. "You and my father are exactly alike."

"I am not-"

"Yes, you are," he snapped and pointed at her belly. "That poor child inside of you is Tyrion and you will be Tywin. You'll hate that child because it's different and you don't consider it yours. That child will grow up one day and it will kill you because it hates you. You're a horrible mother."

Silence. Dead and cold silence in the tent.

Maya's face turned into one of sadness and despair. Her body started to shake as she let out her sobs. Her hands covered her face as she cried and cried. Her legs gave out and she fell onto the floor. How could I say that about my child? I love them. I will love them. I don't even know why I said it. It just came out. I didn't even think. I was so angry.

She sobbed so loudly and Tyrion walked right into the tent. He frowned and immediately went to the broken girl on the floor. He glared at his stupid older brother for making the stubborn seventeen year old cry so loudly that even the entire camp heard her. Tyrion didn't bother to sit down since he was already short. He touched her shoulder and her head went up. Her arms were wrapped around him as she cried into his chest murmuring something he could not make out. He shushed her and stroked her curly hair soothingly.

Tyrion glared at Jaime as he freed himself from the ropes o the headboard. He put on a tunic and knelled beside his little wife, regret and concern clearly written on his face. He barely even touched her back for a second when she whirled around and slapped him hard across the cheek. To keep himself from falling back, one hand held his cheek as the blood rushed to that very spot as his other hand-his right hand went to the ground.

"You wonder why I could never love you," she softly said to him.

She stood up and quickly left the tent. She furiously wiped away the tears from her face and sniffed her snot up as she walked through the camp and to the Tywin Lannister's tent. She waited as the guards let him know that she was here. They gave a nod at her and she walked into the tent. The tears had dried up as she came face to face with the man who seemed to be destroying her entire family and history.

Tywin looked up from the paper in his hand as he sat at the head of the long table. "Lady Maya, I've been looking forward to meeting you."

"I wonder why that could be."

"You're the woman who my daughter, Cersei feels threatened by and who both of my sons can't seem to stop talking about."

She smirked. "I'm nothing like my family."

He cracked a smile though it was so small that if Maya wasn't observant, she would have never noticed it. "I know…take seat."

Maya kept the smirk on her face as she walked over to him and sat in the seat beside the head of the table. She crossed her legs and said, "I have been just itching to meet you as well…Lord Tywin."

Tywin leaned back into his hair and put his hands on the arms of the chair. They stared long and hard at each other for a long time, neither of them taking their eyes off of one another.

You mess with my family, I'll do more than mess with yours.

Bring it on, Tywin Lannister.

TBC…

THANK YOU ALL FOR THE REVIEWS, FOLLOWS, AND FAVORITES! I'M SO SORRY FOR THE OVERDO UPDATE! I know you all must hate me because I did not update quicker even though you all told me to. I really hoped you liked it because it took me so long to do get the words out. I didn't know where to put Maya and Jaime and their storyline. I know that you all must hate me for what I wrote the scene of Jaime yelling at Maya and her getting angry. Don't worry about that because as you all know, Maya has bigger problems like Tywin to deal with and now her family. Maya loves her kid, but come on. If you were seventeen, married to someone who has almost destroyed your family and now you're having their baby, wouldn't you be a little upset and have so much hate for that person and some for the child. It's complicated, but in time you'll understand it. I really hoped you guys liked this chapter.

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