Author's note:
A little time has passed from now on, I will follow the story for a while but maybe change a few things, but don't know exactly yet. I want to write about important scenes between Braime because it's a fic just for these two.

She thought she had lost the child. After the fight with Sandor Clegane, she laid on her back and tried to feel it. Brienne breathed hard, tried to calm herself down. But it wasn't easy. In the last few months, the unborn child in her belly began to move. It was surprising when she felt it for the first time, but she became used to it. She even liked it. These moving were a sign. It was real. She carried his child.

But now, after the hard and exhausting fight, her baby didn't make a move. She had begun to show, but under her armor, no one could see it.

"Please," she begged silently, while she put her hand on her belly.

"Lady Brienne!" She could hear Podrick calling after her and slowly, she sat up.

"I'm here!"

Seven hells, she felt like shit. But it was no time; she needed to find that little girl, Arya. So she forced her body to stand up. Kept looking for the girl half the day, but couldn't find her.

"You need to rest, my lady. Let us have a meal, and then I'll take care of your wounds."

Brienne was so exhausted; she only managed to nod. The child hadn't moved the whole day.

Her back was aching like it never had before. She sat down and rested her back against a massive rock. No, she didn't feel very well right now.

Podrick made a fire in front of her when Brienne realized that she became wet between her legs. In a panic, she looked down. No blood.

"My water has broken," was all she managed to say and looked to Podrick.

Her only help to bring her child into this world. It couldn't get any better today.

"Wh...what?" Podrick's face was pale from one second to another. Brienne was sure that this wasn't anything he had expected for today.

She hadn't too.

But a child chose it's day to come into the world. And her baby wanted this day.

"Cook some water Podrick." She stood up to remove her armor when the first contraction caught her.

"Shit!" That wasn't anything she'd expected, but she pulled herself together and removed her armor so that she was able to handle her birth. One look at Podrick told her he wouldn't be a good helping hand; he watched helplessly from his work to Brienne and back.

Giving birth wasn't easy, and it took hours until the baby was born. In the early morning hours, her little child came to face the world.

Brienne felt exhausted, everything hurt, but she took her last strength to cut the umbilical cord.

While she gave her child - a little girl - to Podrick who should clean it, she remembered the last time she saw the father of her kid.

It was after the wedding of Joffrey and Margaery. Cersei told Brienne that she knew, Brienne had feelings for Jaime. "You love him."

Jaime was getting stronger with each day, Brienne saw it from a distance. He cared about her but couldn't do that very often, Cersei seemed to be around every time he tried to speak to her, it was frustrating.

Joffrey was dead, and Sansa had left Kingslanding. No one knew who helped her.

Brienne knew she had to leave that day. She needed to find Sansa and bring her back to Winterfell.

She had made all her preparations when Jaime sent someone to escort her to him.

He was in his rooms when she came to see him. He asked her to read what he had written about himself. She didn't like what he wrote, and it was too harsh.

Then, he had three presents for her.

A sword.

"Valyrian steel." She looked at him.

"Mhm. It's your's."

Brienne tried to protest. "I cannot accept it."

"It's made from Ned Starks sword. With it, you defend his daughter. You have sworn to bring back his daughter's to her mother. Lady Stark is dead. Maybe, Arya is dead too. But you still can find Sansa. Bring her to a safe place.

An armor.

"I hope the dimensions are alright."

It was black and would fit her perfectly. She knew as she saw it.

"I will find her," Brienne managed to say.

"For Lady Catelyn," she said and watched Jaime then.

"And for you."

He looked at her. She could see the emotions behind his eyes. Brienne was fighting too. He took her hand in his and squeezed it. Then, he kissed her.

When they pulled away, he smiled a sad smile.

"I almost forgot, I have something else."

They went outside and made her known to her new squire. Podrick.

"I don't need a squire!" Brienne has always been on her own, why would she need someone now?

"Of course you do!" Jamie argued and watched her with amusement.

"He will stop me!"

"My brother owes him something. And he isn't safe here, and you'll beware him from harm. That's gallant, don't you think?"

"I won't stop you, Ser," Podrick said, and both, Brienne and Jaime watched that young man, she in disbelieves, he in amusement.

"My lady...I will serve you very well," Podrick corrected himself.

"See? He's a good man."

What could she say? She would take Podrick with her, so she sighed and nodded.

Then, they said goodbye.

"It's been mentioned, the best swords have names. Any idea?" Jaime asked her, while he looked at her.

She didn't need to think a lot about it.

"Oathkeeper."

Jaime smiled, and after a moment, he nodded. They looked at each other for a long time.

"Good bye, Brienne," Jamie managed to say after a while. She could see tears burning in his eyes. She didn't felt other ways and only nodded, walked to her horse, to her squire.

She didn't want to look back, but after a while she did. It was the hardest goodbye she ever had. And days later she still felt, like she'd left her heart back in Kingslanding.

Brienne managed to clean herself, while Podrick cleaned her daughter. He had put her in some clothes they bought whenever they could and gave the child to Brienne as she sat down again. She was so tired but couldn't stop watching the little girl.

"She's beautiful, Mylady," Podrick said with a smile and watched them for a moment but then decided to give his lady a meal which she accepted thankfully. Brienne ate and fed the baby at the same time. She didn't know how she managed that, she never thought she could. But it worked.

After that, she laid down. She was exhausted and needed to rest. Podrick would keep watch for her. While Brienne drifted off to sleep, she thought about the name. But the decision was easy. "Joanna," she said to the little girl in her arms and drifted into a deep sound sleep.