Some more Baby talk for you today. I hope you like it, I didn't feel Jaime needed to be angry with Brienne for doing such a good thing. So I hope you enjoy how he feels about his daughter.

Brienne
When she heard the door open and closing, Brienne could barely hide a sigh. She knew she'd had to walk after him, but Jaime needed his time and she did too. She still wanted Jaime at her side. Never, in all the time she loved a man the way she loved him. Not even Renly.

Brienne wanted to sit up, wanted to talk to him, but she let Jaime make the first move. And he did. He sat down on the bed beside her and touched her shoulder. "Brienne? Are you awake? I'm sorry," he whispered, and she turned around to face him in the darkness, there was just a little light which came from a small window. Luckily the moon was shining bright tonight. He didn't waste a minute when she looked at him.

"I'm a bloody fool. I understand why you didn't tell me. I would've done the same if it had been me. You did the right thing, and I just thought you wanted to hurt me. You saved our child, yourself and I weren't even able to think about what it must have meant for you to give your child away. How you must have felt... I haven't even asked for the name you gave her. I'm so sorry, Brienne. I..."

"Stop." Brienne interrupted him, taking his hand in hers. "It's alright. You don't know it otherwise Jaime, and I understand that. Your sister is not me, and I would never betray you...see you as a cripple. If you're not ready to talk about our child, about us, it is alright too. But don't ever think I would see you like your sister. I love you Jaime Lannister, with all my heart, and it didn't change. You're a good man, and I want you to be the father of our daughter...when you're ready for it. I just...I want you to know if something happens at the war that is about to come. You need to know that there still is a reason to live for."

"Brienne I have a reason. The reason is looking at me right now." He squeezed her hand and smiled a little at her. "You're so right. I don't know how to handle stuff like this. I feel glad that there is a child out there, who's mine that can live a happy life. I don't know if I ever am able to face her...can you give me a second chance and tell me everything about the birth, about her, how our little girl looked like?"

Brienne felt the tears burning in her eyes. That was a reaction she imagined. Words she hoped to hear. "Yes," she managed to say and moved over so Jaime could lay down beside her. He didn't waste a second, removed moth of his clothes but left his pants on. Jaime laid down beside her, pulled her into his arms.

"I missed you so much Brienne, I haven't been myself the last time, and I know that, but I love you so deeply, don't think of me in a wrong way. Nothing has changed for me either. Please, if you want, tell me about our girl."

Jaime
He could feel her cheek was wet when she placed her head on his chest. After all, Brienne was a woman. She could hide her feelings very well, Jaime knew it, but sometimes, even she needed her moment, and he knew all too well that he made her feel like she needed to cry.

But she began to talk about the birth after a few moments, and Jaime listened to her, while he softly stroke her short blonde hair.

"I gave birth to her all alone. Pod went pale and stared at me like I had three heads. At least, when she was born, he cleaned her, made her cry for the first time and put her some clothes on, while I cleaned myself."

"You did that all alone" Brienne nodded at his chest. Seven hells. He used to be with Cersei when she gave birth to their children, it was so painful to even watch her giving birth.

"I named her after your beloved mother. I heard you calling her name after you lost your hand and laid with fever. It seemed to me that you loved her very much."
"I did, thank you," he whispered. He loved his mother, Joanna Lannister so much. Jaime hadn't realized that he called his mothers name after the loss of his hand, but at least he was grateful, Brienne heard it and named their daughter after her.

"I had her with me about a month when Pod brought her to my father. I couldn't do it on my own, the risks were too high that someone recognized the child and me. I didn't want to think about what Cersei would have done with Joanna. Pod did a good job, he brought her safely to Tarth, and she is growing up very happy."
Jaime couldn't hide a smile.

"How did she look like?" He asked her after a moment. Jaime was sure that she hadn't allowed herself to cover up a picture or anything like that."
"Joanna had your green eyes when she left with Pod, blonde hair, pink cheeks and every time she looked at me she smiled the brightest smile I have ever seen. Such a beautiful little girl." Again he smiled and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"I'm glad you saved her," Jamie whispered and pulled Brienne in his embrace. He needed her in his arms and could feel she longed for it too.
"She knows who her father is."

"She...how?"

"In the letter, I wrote to my father I begged him to raise her like his own. But I also asked him to tell her who her father and mother are, when she's old enough to understand. Since she's four years old, every letter I receive from my father, there is one sentence: She knows."

Brienne stopped talking and left Jaime stunned and speechless. This woman was the most incredible he'd ever met. He couldn't do anything in reply for what she did.
"If we make it out alive, will see her together, right?" Brienne asked sleepily, her head still on his chest.

"We will, Brienne. No one, dead or alive will stop me from bringing us to our daughter."