*Sorry it's been a while, but I'm back with another chapter*
"Push! Just one last good push, Miss! You're almost done, Miss." Arya was tired and in so much pain. "I want Gendry!" she screamed, "I need him!" The midwife looked at her, "It's not proper, Miss." Arya yelled, "I don't care! I need him! Gendry!" The doors burst open and he came rushing to his wife's side. Arya smiled and cried out, "I'm so tired. I can't do this anymore." Gendry kissed her sweat soaked forehead. "Sorry, you're the strongest person I know. You can do this." The midwife looked at them and added, "Lord Baratheon, the baby's head is out. We just need one good push and your Lady can rest." Gendry took Arya's hand. "Squeeze my hand as hard as you can m'lady and push as hard as you can so we can meet our baby." And she did. The child was born. "Congratulations, my Lord! You've got a strapping young lad here!"
"It's a boy! Arya, did you hear that." Gendry looked to his wife and she was fast asleep. He waited while the midwife cleaned the baby up. He laughed to himself as he listened to his wife softly snore. The midwife brought their child over to him. "We'll let the lady sleep for a bit, but the baby will need to feed soon. Just be sure to support his head." Then, the room cleared out. They were finally alone. "Hey, bud. When your mum wakes up, we'll need to give you a name, won't we?" Gendry stared into his son's brilliant blue eyes, his eyes. He started tearing up. He finally had it. His own family.
Arya woke up about an hour later. "Hey, look. Mum finally woke up. The midwife said when you woke, he should feed. We really need to give him a name." Arya cried tears of joy. "Oh, thank the Seven! It's a boy!" They laughed causing the baby to cry. "Hand me our son so I can feed him. My tits are leaking just listening to his wailing." Gendry handed him over and watched in awe as Arya's motherly instincts kicked in. She knew exactly how to feed the baby. Arya looked up at Gendry watching her, smiling as proud as could be. "Gendry? Could we name him Eddard? After my father? I'd really like to." Gendry gave her a gentle kiss, "Eddard Baratheon? I like it. Has a nice ring to it. Yeah." So, the birth of Eddard Baratheon, First of His Name, was announced to all of Storm's End. Raven were sent out across the Seven Kingdoms.
Tyrion was discussing the banquet dinner they were going to be holding for the Queen and her future King, Jon Snow. His in-laws were the damn King and Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. Who would have ever thought Tyrion, the Imp, the Half-Man, would be linked to royalty. Suddenly he heard a scream, well not a scream per se, more like a squeal. Sansa came running into the hall holding parchment in her hand. "What in the Seven Hells was that noise? I've never heard you make that noise before, my lady." Tyrion said with a laugh. Sansa smiled at him mischievously. "My apologies, but I have just received word from Storm's End!My sister and Lord Baratheon have sired a son. I have a nephew! Oh! I am so happy, my love! Listen to this here, my sister writes, 'Dearest Sansa, Our child has finally been born. It was a tough labor, but I did it with my stupid Bull by my side. Gendry was there for me when I thought I could no longer take another push. I held his hand, well, I basically crushed his hand as I pushed one more time, then I passed out from exhaustion.I woke up some time later to the sight of my beloved husband holding our child in his arms. Then I finally saw him, my beautiful boy, our son. I swear, we fall more in love with him with each passing day. He is being named after our father, Eddard, and he has a head full of pitch black hair and beautiful blue eyes. He looks like an exact copy of my Lord husband. I hope that you and Tyrion can come to Storm's End soon. I cannot wait to introduce little Eddard to his aunt and uncle. Sending you all our love, your sister Arya the Lady of Storm's End (don't tell anyone I wrote that.)'Tyrion hugged Sansa and she kissed him. "Jon and Dani should be arriving any moment. I can't wait to share the news." Tyrion stroked her cheek, "Yes, but maybe leave the whole 'Lady of Storm's End' part out, love. Sansa?" She was staring at the letter again with a huge smile on her face. "Hmm?" Tyrion took her hand, "Do you wish for a child of our own?" Sansa looked up from her sister's writing and looked whistfully into his eyes. "I do. I just didn't know how to broach the subject. You've been so busy with getting Casterly Rock back under control and everything that I wanted to wait until things settled down. But, yes, I want as many babies as the Gods allow us."
Tyrion looked at her with sadness in his eyes. "Oh, Gods. You don't want any children, do you?" Sansa had never thought of what he would think at the prospect of children of their own. He took her hand and let her to one of the benches to sit. "Darling, it isn't that I don't want any children, but what if they're like me?" Sansa looked at him as if she did not understand what he meant. "You know? If they come out looking like this?" He pointed at his small stature. Sansa took his face in her hands, "Then I will still love them. They will be our children, born from our love. I do not fear it. I want you. I love you." And she kissed him with a fiery passion that he almost took her right then and there on the bench. "Sansa, I love you so much. No more Moon Tea from here on out. I want to have some babies of our own. If the Gods choose to bless us with them, I want them too."
The light shone in through the trees of the Weirwoods. Bran sat in front of the Heart Tree as he warged to search the Seven Kingdoms for what he wanted to see. He couldn't help but check in on his sister and her new child. He couldn't leave Winterfell, and he didn't want to wait until they came to visit. He soared through the skies until he could smell the salty sea air and found Storm's End. The streets were lined with people cheering and celebrating the young Lord's name day.
He watched as Lord Gendry greeted his good friend Sir Davos and his family as well as a large fellow Bran did not know. He followed them through the large fortress listening to their conversation. "So, how does it feel? Is the lady of the house recovering nicely?" Sir Davos asked Gendry as the walked toward the Round Hall. "Arya is magnificent. She is truly an amazing mum. She looks so damn beautiful. I feel like nothing compared to her. I mean, don't get me wrong. I love being a father, but I cannot do much. She feeds him, the nurse changes and bathes him, and I just get to do the fun stuff like hold him and watch him sleep. He's just so damn perfect. Makes me want five more, but Arya says she's in no rush. One is enough for now. You couldn't even tell she's just given birth not even a week ago. She's already up and about. But, one thing I am enjoying while it lasts is her wearing dresses. She hasn't even asked for her tunic and breaches yet. She even let a few people call her Lady Baratheon without shooting daggers at them." The group had a good laugh and Bran even felt a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
They finally made it to the Round Hall. The room was bustling with many happy and some familiar faces. He saw Lady Brienne and Podrick Payne as well as Lord Selwyn Tarth, Lady Brienne's father. They were talking with a woman holding a bundle in her arms. Could it be? It was his sister, Arya, but she looked so different. Her hair had grown so long and she had such a glowing smile. She wore a beautiful flowing gown in a pale blue color that brought out the steely grey color of her eyes.
Arya smiled and gave her husband a kiss as he sat beside her. He took the child from her and placed him in his arms showing the bairn to his friends. He watched as Arya's eyes lit up at the sight of the Raven perched on a wood beam above her knowing that it was him, her brother, Bran, coming to check in on her. She waves at him, he caws in return, then takes flight to return to the Weirwoods to his body.
"Jon! Welcome!" Sansa hugs her "brother" as he arrives with the Queen and the rest of their party. "How are you, my beautiful sister? Tyrion treating you well?" His smile lights up the room. "Oh, now you know I treat her as if she were made of glass, although she's all fire and ice." He shook the hand of his brother-in-law and bowed to his Queen. "My Queen, you look radiant." Dani smiled at her dear friend. "You are positively glowing. Jon? Is there anything you both would like to share?" Sansa looked at him and the Queen sharing a knowing smile. "It's still early so we don't want to jinx it, but I have missed my last two moonbloods." Sansa squealed with delight and hugged Dani who seemed surprised at Sansa's excitement.
They spoke at length about Arya and Gendry's son, Eddard, and the possibility of Dani and Jon having a child. After the Queen and Jon's stay at Casterly Rock, Sansa and Tyrion had plans to go to Storm's End. It was decided that Queen Danaerys and Jon would visit as well so Tyrion had his Maester send a Raven out to Lord Baratheon.
Sansa asked Dani to sit with her for tea before the banquet. She wanted to get to know her better. "I know we didn't start off on the right foot, my Queen, but I want you to know that I think I just felt threatened by you at first. We talked a little during our visit to Dragonstone, but I want to just say again that I see now that you have a kind heart. Your love for my brother and my dear Lord, Tyrion is written plainly on your face. I pray we can continue to build on our friendship as well. Plus, I wanted to share with you that Tyrion and I have begun our quest for children too." Dani genuinely smiled at Sansa as she reached out to hold her hand. "That is the best news I've heard all day. And, I thank you for your honesty. Please, call me Dani when we are together." There was a knock at the door. "Come in." Sansa and Dani said in unison. "Time for the banquet, my Lady, my Queen." Sansa's handmaiden Faerys announced. The stood, linking arms, and headed down to the feast.
*Arya's son is born. Hope you enjoyed this*