A/N: I'm back! Cross-posting this to AO3 as well!

"Long live Queen Daenerys and King John!"

The rebuilding of Kings Landing almost complete, the wedding of Daenerys and John Targaryen was held in the new and improved town square. New families were now living with better accommodations and jobs were abundant with the new Queen's Council which included her Hand, Yara Greyjoy, and newly appointed Grand Maester Samwell Tarley, her husband Jon's best mate.

Dani smiled over at her new husband and he took her in his arms, kissing her soundly as the crowd cheered around them. Jon looked out and saw the table filled with his family and couldn't help but smile. Seeing a crow happily hopping around the table had him chuckling, knowing that it was his dear cousin warged into the black bird. Bran had just recently celebrated his own nuptials to Meera Reed now a Stark. It was a small ceremony with only the two of them as well as Howland Reed and of course Bran's siblings and Jon and the Queen. They married in the same spot under the Heart Tree as his sisters and parents before him.

Jon's cousin, Arya and her husband cooed over their nine month old son, Eddard. Little Ned was the spitting image of his father minus his little button nose that he inherited from his mum. Once Little Ned turned a year old, his parents planned on taking him on a trip to discover the West.

His cousin Sansa and her husband Tyrion were sat close by cradling her swollen belly; the maester swore there was two babies if he went by the size of her belly at only 4 months gestation. She was ordered to bed rest but she refused to miss her cousin and her new best friend's wedding to each other. Her and Dani had grown extremely close, being as they were both to be new mom's soon.

Dani was due any day now. They'd wanted to be wed before their baby was born. It took them months to finally accept that they were truly going to be parents. Her pregnancy this time around had been so easy. Almost too easy sometimes that the paranoia of her last pregnancy haunted her some days and nights. Jon was always doting on her. He had always wanted a family of his own. He thought he was going to get it with Ygritte, but it was not meant to be, but him and Dani? He felt it deep in his soul. They were soulmates. He'd never felt love like this before.

To round out the table, although not technically family, The Payne's Podrick and Brienne sat smiling and laughing with each other. It warmed his heart greatly to see everyone so joyful and happy. After the worst almost decade of war, death and suffering, it was time for the world they lived in to finally feel at peace.

Three days later….

"One last push, your Grace! One last push and your baby will be in your arms!" Dani had been pushing for going on three hours. Jon held her from behind and Sansa was holding her hand encouraging her along the way.

"I can't! I am so tired! Please!" The young Queen cried out. Jon kissed her temple and pushed her hair from her sweaty face.

"You've done so well, Dani. One more good push, Love. Come on baby. You can do it. I love you." Jon urged her on. Sansa smiled and squeezed her hand again, telling her to push.

"Argh!" Dani screamed as she push one last time and then….

"We have a boy!" The baby began to cry in earnest as his parents and cousin all broke down in tears.

"He's here! He's really here! Nurse! He is okay?" Dani's paranoia set in.

"Oh yes, your Grace! Fine set of lungs on him. We're just cleaning him up for you." Moments later, their son and heir Aegon was suckling his mother's breast as his father cradled her from behind, watching them in wonder. "I love you both more than life itself." He whispered before kissing the top of his wife's head.

"Oh gods! Oh Bran!" To think, just mere months ago he could only walk with assistance. Currently railing his wife from behind, Bran I The Broken was broken no more. He'd been insatiable since their wedding night.

"Wife, I am determined to get you with child." He panted out as he continued his onslaught of thrusts at a jackrabbit's pace.

Meera wailed as she reached her peak and Bran followed shortly after, continuing to thrust slowly as his member began to soften inside his beloved. "I don't think what we did last night would result in a baby my Lord." He playfully slapped her ass. "Oh!"

Bran lay next to her then Meera cuddled up to his chest. He loved to comb his fingers through her hair. "Meera?" She tilted her head up to look into his haunting eyes, "Are you happy?" She smiled up at him and hummed her answer. "I am glad. I never thought I would ever have this. A life outside of being the Three-eyed Raven. I did not think it a possibility." He sighed then tightened his hold on her. "You are enough. Even if we are not successful in having children, I just wanted you to know that you," he kissed the tip of her nose, "what we have, is enough."

Meera crawled back on top of Bean and kissed him lazily. "And you are enough. You loving me. Being content with me. And, ahh!" She grind against his half hard cock, "I want you, this," she lowered herself back down his No fully erect cock, "feels like Heaven to me." An hour later, as they fell asleep, a Raven arrived. The birth of Aegon Targaryen II was announced - an heir had been born to the crown.

Tyrion watched as his beautiful Sansa slept; her hand rested over her growing belly. She had been up for hours as their Queen gave birth. He smiled as he thought of holding the heir for the first time. "Look, Aegon. It's your Uncle Tyrion." Dani smiled at her pseudo brother as he approached her timidly. "Come now, brother. You shall need the practice for when your baby arrives, or babies if the Maester is correct. She smiled with her whole being. Seeing her so incredibly happy made his throat feel tight.

The bald babe has incredible violet eyes like that of his mother but that was where the likeness ended. Although going by the baldness of young Aegon, he may be inheriting the Targaryen platinum locks as well. Mini Jon Snow, that is what he looked like. "You look like you're da little one. Poor kid." Jon scoffed but seeing the north in Tyrion's eyes, he smiled instead.

Yes, soon he and Sansa will be welcoming their own wee babes. It scared the shit out of him, but not his dear wife. No. She was constantly telling him how great of a father he was going to be. He hoped he was. His brother Jaime then came to his mind. He had fathered his children with their own sister. They were all gone. When he had found out that Ser Brienne was carrying another Lannister bastard, he had hope that he could watch the little one grow. It was not to be. At 30 weeks gestation, the baby came. There was no saving her. They had named her. They had buried her. The epitaph simply stated:

Our beautiful Jaime Brienne

The World Was Not Ready For Our Lioness

"Mmm, Tyrion? Are you okay?" Sansa had just stirred awake. He smiled tiredly at her and yawned.

"Yes, my love. Just thinking. Did you enjoy your nap?" She rolled to her side and caressed his face. He closed his eyes in reverence. He could not believe that this was his life now. Over thirty years of being verbally abused, left feeling worthless and unable to feel capable of being loved and now look! His wife is the most beautiful woman in the Seven Kingdoms. She is carrying their children. He is the Lord of Casterly Rock and his best friend is the Queen and a Targaryen at that. She has named him as an Uncle to her son.

"I had the most wonderful dreams. I saw my mother and father. They were waiting for me in a beautiful meadow. I still feel their arms wrapped around me." Tyrion leaned over to kiss her. Sansa couldn't help but smile. She loved him. Felt so safe and loved by him. "You're so wonderful. Do you know that?"

Tyrion smirked at her and murmured, "I may have an inkling that I am," before kissing her once more. "Let me show you how wonderful I can be." He kissed down her body until he finally landed between her legs. He pulled her shift up and uncovered her treasure. "Sweet like honey." He slowly licked up her slit, paying attention to her clit and cause a load moan to fall from her lips. "Hush, you'll wake the entire castle and I don't need Dani nor Jon to murder me for waking our sweet nephew. Sansa giggled.

"Fine but when we get back home, I am being as loud as I, ahhhh, want!"

"A Father! Are you sure?" Podrick asked after his wife told him that she had confirmed it with the physician. "Yes! Oh, My Lady!" He picks her up and swings her around before kissing her soundly. "I love you so much, Brienne."

Brienne smiled brightly at her grinning husband. "And I love you my dear husband." They announced her pregnancy at dinner that night and Pod sent a Raven to Lord Tyrion and Lady Sansa at Casterly Rock.

They took their nightly stroll and discussed the baby. "I hope he's handsome like you." She simply said as they took one last turn in the gardens before walking back towards home.

"I do not care what they look like. I am just so excited to meet them." His cheeks hurt from smiling so much but he couldn't help it. Ever since baby Jamie was stillborn, he had been dreaming of the day "Before we head back, let's visit our little one?" Brienne nodded her head and took his hand.

They had made a small spot close to the castle towards the front of the hedge menagerie as they called it; due to her father's obsession with bushes shaped like animals. "Hello my beautiful Jaime." Brienne said in a quiet voice. "You are becoming a big sister. I just told your da and grandfather. I wonder how you would react. You'd be almost a year old by now." Pod took her hand and squeezed.

"She would have been our first child; she was our first child. Even if I was not her true father, I will always love her as my own because she was a part of you, the woman I love. We will always remember her, my sweet. Always." Pod pulled her to him and place a kiss to the corner of her mouth.

They made their way back to their room and lay in bed. "We should stop thinking of the what-ifs in life and begin looking forward to the what's to come, don't you agree?" Brienne curled up closer to her husband's rock hard body. His daily training was doing his body good and she couldn't help but feel like the luckiest woman in the Seven Kingdoms.

"Yes, but we can look forward to the future but still think of the past. I will never forget our first born." Pod stiffened.

"Please do not misunderstand my meaning. Of course we will never forget her. We just need to allow ourselves the opportunity to have a new beginning." Brienne nodded then kissed him sweetly.

"You are right. Come. Let us sleep."

That night she was visited again. She saw them holding hands. Her two Jamies. 'L

'Jamie, go to mummy.' She heard the dream version of her former lover saying. The little girl toddled over towards Brienne then, as she was lifted, kissed her mother's cheek.

Jaime came closer. 'I hear congratulations are in order. You are to have a child.' He placed his hand over her slightly swelled belly. 'I am happy for you and Podrick. I will watch over him. I am sorry our child did not get the chance to live, but I hope it brings you peace to know that we are united in death.' He put his arms out and their daughter hooked her arms around his neck.

'We will always watch over you all. I know I made the wrong choice but the man loves you far better than I would have been able to. I do love you though. You were the first woman I ever loved, truly loved. Cersei was an infatuation, an obsession. But you?' He caressed her cheek and sighed, 'You were going to be my second chance at life. I will forever be grateful to you for that. I'll always love you and always be here in your dreams.'

She woke that morning feeling like a heavy burden was finally lifted from her chest.

"Gendry! Look!" Arya was waving the piece of parchment around as she came into his study. Little Ned crawling around the rug in front of her husband's desk.

"What is it?" He took the missive in hand and read. He had his wife and Ser Davos to thank for that. He could now read and do sums; something he never needed as a Blacksmith. "That's great! An heir too! That's bloody fantastic!" He hugged her close. "All these babies being born makes me want another one." He winked at her and watched as she looked at him aghast.

"No! Absolutely not! One is enough for me." Now it was Gendry's turn to look aghast. "I am only in jest, Gen! Look at your face! But seriously, no more babies until AFTER our trip West. After that, we can have one more." He pouted. "Maybe two." Her bull's smile returned and he swooped her up in his arms and kissed her slowly.

"Ma!" They looked over at their son in wonder. His first word! They were suddenly on the floor with him, trying to coax him into saying it again. "Ma! Ma! Ma!"

"You hear that! He said my name! My name! Oh Little Ned! Mummy loves you! Can you say Da? Come on Eddard, say Da." Gendry never thought he could love Arya more than he already did until that moment. She did not taunt him for their child saying her name. No. Instead she tried to teach him to say his name so he did not feel left out of the fun. Just then a black bird landed in the window and cawed.

"Bird!" The bird cawed again and the little boy crawled into his father's lap and said, clear as day, "Da! Bird!" And two hearts melted like a puddle of goo.

A/N: Just a little update on our couples. Time jump next - Little Ned turns one, Sansa and Tyrion become parents, the Wildlings make an appearance and Meera has news for Bran.