Different images flew round me head; Robb making love with Lady Talisa in our bed. Robb kissing Lady Talisa's swollen belly. Robb holding Lady Talisa tightly against his body during a cold night. Robb kissing Lady Talisa passionately while holding her that same way he held me. Robb surrounded by children that had Lady Talisa's tanned skin and brown eyes.
I was in pain; my heart was sending fierce jabs of agony through my body as tears streamed down my face. I flinched when Robb reached out to touch me and I attempted to scrabble out of the bed.
"You're a bastard!" I snapped shuffling away from him so there was a good space between us on the bed. I didn't want to be near him; I wished I didn't ask him what he was hiding. If I kept quite I wouldn't be feeling this way right now. "I knew you would be like my father!"
"What?" Robb asked kneeling up and reaching out for me again; he looked confused and concerned. I watched as the realization dawn on him and a small smile grew on his face. Was he happy that he had finally told me? Had this been going on for months? "You have it all wrong Evie; I would never hurt you like that. I promise." He uttered grabbing hold of my arms and pushing me down onto the bed so I was lying flat in my back. He leant over me, pinning my legs down with his own, while his hands pinned my arms down on either side of my head.
"You've already hurt me Robb." I cried out trying to fight against him; a sharp kick was also directed into Robb's direction.
"I never slept with her Evie!" he shouted halting me in my attempts to escape. If he never slept with her then why did he say something happened between them then? Upon seeing my confusing Robb released my hands and pulled me up into a sitting position; he has hovering in front of me. "She kissed me." he informed me his eyes softening at his words.
"Did you kiss her back?" I asked hoping to the old gods that he didn't; if he did I don't think I would be able to forgive him for a long time. Robb looked at me with soft, comforting eyes and shook his head.
"No, I would never do that to you. I pushed her away; I told her I could never betray you. She'll be sailing to the Free Cities within the week." He told me cupping my cheek within his rough hands; I allowed him to pull me close against his chest. His arms wrapped round me and I cried into him; I had really thought he betrayed me. A sharp pain in my stomach caused me to cry out in pain and pull away from him.
"Robb, something's wrong." I muttered meeting his eyes with dread knowing he would see the fear. Robb's hands rushed down to the bump as if he would suddenly find out what was wrong by touch me. "Robb I think the babe's coming."
With my words Robb was off the bed; throwing on his cloak and out of the tent. I watched as my husband left me alone in our tent; ready to birth a babe. Was this him leaving me because he was afraid of a babe or was he afraid that he had made a mistake? Before I could stumble off the bed and find him, he was returning with Maester Steel.
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"It seems to be a false labour; most women get it the first time." Maester Steel muttered as he finished examining me and pulled the fur back over my legs; I could feel the blush spreading across my face. It was still unusual for me to have people looking down at that part of me. "What brought on the pains?" he asked looking between us both; this time I watched as Robb flushed as well.
"We may have argued." Robb admitted looking down at the floor as Maester Steel sent him a pointed look.
"You're only got four more weeks until the babe is due; try to relax in that time. We don't want any more false labour's." He muttered before leaving the tent. I looked up at Robb giving him a soft smile as he perched on the bed and kissed me lightly. He quickly pulled away and crouched down and spoke to the bump.
"You hear the Maester; you're not due until four weeks. Be good for your mother and stay in there until then; I don't need my son coming out early." He whispered kissing the bump gently before settling in the bed beside me, pulling me into his arms.
"You know I had a dream before you came; it was about the babe." I told him looking up at him waiting for him to speak. He looked down at me a soft smile on his face at the thought of our child.
"Was it a nightmare?" he asked flicking his eyes up to me as he spoke before looking down at the bump where his hands were resting.
"I said dream Robb." I muttered rolling my eyes as I rested my head against his chest as I sighed; it was wonderful having Robb back. "No I had a dream that the babe was a girl."
"What! No the babes a boy; a little prince Evie!" he nearly shouted pulling away so he could look at me; he moved so fast that I ended up falling onto the bed. I pushed myself up and gave him a funny look. "All first-born Stark's are boys."
"It was only a dream Robb; the babe could still be a boy." I informed him rolling onto my side as I pulled the cover over me and stared up at him.
"Is a boy Evie; he is a boy." He stated lying down next to me, pulling the furs over him as he shifted me into his arms.
"We still have four weeks before we find out." I mumbled through a yawn as I rested my head against his chest, closing my eyes as sleep took over.
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The morning was brought to us by the shouting of Rickon; and the brilliant burning sun. I was woken by the exclamation before Rickon landed on the bed with a crash; he had obviously jumped.
"Robb! You're coming home!" Rickon shouted as he jumped on the bed before holding his legs close and dropping down in between us. Robb pulled Rickon into his arms as he pushed himself into a sitting position.
"Don't jump on the bed Rickon; you might hurt the babe." Robb scolded him and I watched as Rickon's smile faded and dropped into a wobble; it looked as if he was about to cry. Rickon's teary blue eyes locked onto my green orbs and a tear fell, rolling down his cheek. I lifted out my arms and Rickon pulled out of Robb's grip and huddled into my arms.
"Robb he knows; you didn't have to be so hard on him." I lectured him frowning over the top of Rickon's head. Robb gave me a look with raised eyebrows and opened mouth; it seemed he didn't like being told off. "Go get us some breakfast Robb." I ordered giving him a teasing smile as he stood from the bed, pulled on his boots and left without a word. Rickon pulled away from my chest and peered up at me through wet lashes. "I've got your brother wrapped around my finger." I whispered to him kissing the top of his head as we settled under the furs until Robb returned.
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There was no particular noise coming from the carriage as we passed through an equally quiet road; even the trees were quiet. There was no wind blowing around the carriage; no whispers between the trees. Robb was resting next to me; dropping in and out of sleep as the carriage bumped along the dirt road. I watched as a raven flew past the window before turning to face him.
"What do you think of Henly?" I asked my husband as his head dropped forward; he lifted his head quickly and looked toward me in confusion.
"What?" he mumbled rubbing his eyes with clenched hands as if it would drive away the sleep trying to consume him.
"For the babe, the name; Henly!" I told him shaking my head as he peered at me confused. Did he honestly think we wouldn't be naming the babe? Were we going to go round and call him Baby Stark?
"It sounds like Renly." He finally muttered leaning back in his seat and closing his eyes once again; this is what happened when you didn't sleep. I looked over at him as if he was stupid; who says things like that?
"I suppose you want to call him Robb?" I sighed as I turned to look out of the window; why was he so uninterested in our child's name? From the corner of my eye I watched he raised his head and opened his eyes at the suggestion. "No Robb we're not naming the babe after you!" I snapped not bothering to turn away from the window; if my husband wanted to be stupid I would let him. "It would be really stupid." I uttered louder than a whisper hoping he would hear.
The silence grew once again as I stared out of the window and Robb closed his eyes and dozed; we were comfortable in silences like this. I could see Greywind running around the edges of the trees disappearing every few minutes after he would stand still as if hearing something. Summer and Shaggydog could also be seen running behind Greywind as he led them through the trees. I turned away from the window and looked over at Robb; his head has bent at an odd angle. I reached out my hand and cupped his cheek as if to straighten his neck. Robb turned his head into my palm and opened his eye to stare at me.
"Do you like Talytha?" I questioned him bringing my lips to his own quickly. I pulled back and looked into his glowing blue eyes waiting for his reply. Just as his mouth opened a horrid thought ran into my mind and I spoke before he could. "Actually it sounds a bit like Talisa; I would be a horrid mother if I name my daughter after that bitch." I mumbled pulling away and slumping against the seat in a huff. I couldn't help the tears as they blurred my vision and run down my cheeks; I quickly attempt to wipe them away before Robb could see.
"Don't cry Evie; it's just a name." he whispered pulling me against his chest as he wrapped me in his arms. I leaned my face into his cotton shirt feeling my tears soak through the fabric. If we couldn't find a name we would just be calling the babe, baby.
"I'm going to be a bad mother." I cried out holding my hands over my face hiding away from Robb so he wouldn't be able to see me. I heard and felt him chuckle at my words; did he think the same as well?
"You're not going to be a bad mother; you'll be wonderful." He declared rubbing his hands over my back in a comforting way; he really has trying to help, but it wasn't working.
"I can't even give the babe a name! If that doesn't make me a bad mother something else will!" I grumbled pulling away and looking up at him; he has smiling down at me and that just made the tears fall faster.
"Evie we have four weeks to think of a name for the babe; stop worrying. We will think of a name." he assured me kissing my forehead softly before wrapping me within his arms; my head was once again resting on his chest. He was running his fingers through my hair as he leaned down to press a kiss on the top of my head. "Just go to sleep; you remember what Maester Steel said." I nodded my head at his words and closed my eyes hoping I could drop off to sleep like he wished me to. "I like the name Talytha, Evie; it doesn't sound like Talisa. She sounds like a Stark." He whispered giving me soft butterfly kisses as he held me tightly against him.