Jon saw Sansa a few times at the coffee shop the rest of the week. Maybe he went there a little more often than he usually does. So what? Sansa didn't need to know that. They were quick little visits since she was busy making all the new fall-related seasonal drinks for the steady stream of customers. But seeing her gorgeous eyes and smile light up the room was definitely worth it.

Saturday arrived and Jon headed to Ned and Cat's house for Pumpkin Day, as Sansa called it.

"Why can't I just stay here and you pick out a pumpkin for me?" Arya's voice was suggesting as Jon entered the home.

"Because it's tradition, Arya!" Sansa replied.

Jon found most of the Starks gathered around the kitchen island.

"Actually, our tradition is just to have a pumpkin carving night. Going to a pumpkin patch together was never part of it," Robb reasoned.

"Well, then I'm adding to the tradition. We all go to the pumpkin patch. We all pick our own pumpkins. And we are all going to have fun," Sansa firmly explained with a smile. "Right, Jon?" she added cheerily.

"Of course," Jon answered quickly and received a dramatic eye roll from Arya.

After loading themselves into a couple of vehicles, they made their way to the local pumpkin patch. Sansa's look of pure happiness as they entered made Jon smile to himself. Well, he thought it was to himself until he caught Robb's questioning squint. Jon then hurriedly pointed out a rather large pumpkin to no one in particular.

"I'm going to find the biggest one I can carry!" Arya declared and took off running, Bran and Rickon following closely behind to join in her search.

Ned and Cat took a leisurely stroll down one of the rows of pumpkins, hand in hand.

Robb was still giving a scrutinizing glare in Jon and Sansa's general direction.

"Come on, Jon, let's go find our perfect pumpkins!" Sansa exclaimed, grabbing his arm and leading him in another direction. Robb followed close behind. "Why aren't you sticking around Arya to try finding a bigger pumpkin than her, Robb?" Sansa asked when she realized he was still with them.

"Naw, I'm good here with you guys," Robb replied, giving her an innocent smile.

As Sansa brought them deeper into the pumpkin patch, she seemed to be trying to shake off Robb with multiple excuses. None worked, her older brother stayed with them. Jon tried to figure out what he was up to. Eventually, Sansa found what she deemed as the most perfect pumpkin. Jon and Robb then picked out good-enough ones for themselves before they made their way to meet the family near the cashier. They got there just in time to find Arya struggling to carry a heavy-looking pumpkin.

"I got it! And no, I don't need help!" Arya exclaimed under the weight.

Once back at the Stark home, Jon helped Sansa lay out a few tarps in the backyard before they all brought their pumpkins out. Using the plethora of stencils and carving tools that Sansa had set out, they all got busy with carving.

Later that night, after a dinner consisting of Cat's secret-recipe chili and cornbread, Jon found Sansa out front, gazing at all of their lit jack-o-lanterns that rested on the porch.

"There you are. I think I'm going to head home," Jon said as he met her on the walkway.

"Did you have fun today? Or was this all just silly?" Sansa asked shyly without taking her eyes off the family's handiwork.

"It was fun, Sansa, I promise," Jon said with a smile and a gentle shoulder-to-shoulder nudge.

"Good. I love this tradition. I'd missed it so much while I was at school. Thank you for joining us, Jon." She finally looked away from the porch and her eyes met his. If Jon was physically able to melt into a puddle, he probably would have.

"Thank you for inviting me, Sansa." Jon had to concentrate really hard on not letting his eyes flicker down to her lips.

With a reassured smile, Sansa slid her arms around him, her hands pressing into his back. Jon wrapped his arms around her and they just stood there, holding one another. It felt so familiar and so new at the same time. He could have stood there all night if it wasn't for Robb throwing the front door open and bounding down the porch steps.

"You heading out, Jon? Arya gave me a ride here earlier. Mind dropping me off at my place?" Robb asked as he joined them and Jon reluctantly let Sansa go.

"Sure, no problem," Jon answered, doing his best to not show the dissatisfaction on his face of losing the feel of Sansa against him. "Bye, Sansa. I'm sure I'll see you at the coffee shop this week."

"Okay! Bye, Jon. And thanks again for joining us today!" Sansa said cheerfully with a wave.

"So, what's going on?" Robb asked as soon as they got into Jon's car.

"Um, nothing?" Jon replied.

"Something seems to be going on with you and Sansa."

"Nothing's going on at all, Robb. Relax."

"I am relaxed. Arya and I just don't want you to get hurt again," Robb said with a shrug.

"Wait. You're worried about me, not your little sister?"

"Well, she's already utterly crushed you before. We don't want a repeat of that."

"I think you're blowing that out of proportion. I was not 'utterly crushed'. Sure, I was confused and a little hurt. It wasn't that bad. Geez."

"I think you're remembering it wrong, buddy. Both Arya and I remember how devastated you were when Sansa basically stopped talking to you."

"Well, that's an exaggeration!" Jon tried to argue. Okay, so he was pretty wrecked ater Sansa left. And there may have been a few times where Jon would see someone with long red hair and his heart would nearly jump into his throat until the person turned around and he could see it wasn't Sansa. He also may have gotten a little more broody back then. But he thought he had hidden it all well enough.

"I'm just saying that we don't want you to get hurt again."

"You don't think Sansa's grown up and matured since she left for college? Not that anything is going on between us at all."

"I'm sure she has. We just want you to be careful. Sansa may be our sister, but you're like a brother to the rest of us."

"Nothing's going on," Jon restated.

"Okay," Robb simply replied, his tone unable to hide his disbelief.

Nothing was going on. Although Jon sure wished there was. He always thought she'd come back to him eventually. It was a hope he couldn't let go of. Or was it more like wishful thinking? Whatever it was, he always felt like a fool for it. And it was all he could do to not get his hopes up even higher right now.