Sansa's p.o.v

Jonas kisses my lips and stomach goodbye before he goes to work. Jonas' occupation is a carpenter. He promises to be home by dinnertime. Auora looks after me in his absence. We prepare for the baby's impending arrival. Aurora deserves to be with her parents, but I appreciate her help. I see love instead of her Down Syndrome.

"OH MY GOD!" I exclaim looking down at the floor. My bag of water just broke. "Auntie, there is a huge puddle on the floor" a frightened Aurora points out. "My bag of water just broke. The baby is coming. Please get the village midwife" I instruct her. She honors my request without asking questions. I am glad she is away because I don't want her to see me in pain. My contractions are coming every five minutes. I try to breathe through them and resist the urge to push.

I dread giving birth alone, but my body has other plans. I can't wait for Aurora, Jonas, or the midwife. I sit on my birthing stool and pray for God to give me strength. I pray for a quick and easy delivery. When the moment is right, I push really hard until I feel a great release. I keep my crying and screaming at a minimal. I give birth to a healthy baby boy named Owen Jude Ned Stark Lachalan.