A.N. Here is the next chapter. I'm sorry to keep you wating, but I'm very busy and/or lazy. :) I hope you'll enjoy!


The hospital was eerie after they emptied the whole wing for the President. Jaime could already hear Cersei's screams from the other end of the hallway.

'Thank God, you are here.' his brother remarked with a relieved sigh.

'How is she doing?' Jaime asked, worried, as if his sister's screams in themselves were not enough to answer his question.

'Not good.' Tyrion said briefly. 'She doesn't want to do it.'

'What do you mean she doesn't want to do it?!' Jaime shook his head in disbelief.

'She is refusing to push. Apparently, she decided against having this baby.' his brother added.

'It's not really a choice at this point.' Jaime still tried to process the information.

Another one of Cersei's painful screams shook the hallway.

'That's Cersei for you.' Tyrion remarked with a hint of amusement in his voice.

'This is nonsense. She can't stop nature.' his older brother cried out in shock.

'She'll damn well try.' Tyrion chuckled bitterly.

He was about to leave when his brother's voice stopped him.

'Wait. Where are you going?'

Tyrion let out a sigh an turned back to face him. 'Look, Jaime. I came because they couldn't reach you, but it was a one time thing. I'm still not speaking to her. Probably never will.'

'You can't do this. She is your family.' Jaime was visibly confused.

'You know who else was? Even if I hated her guts? Margaery.' Tyrion shouted indignantly.

'It wasn't her fault. She said she didn't get confirmation until after the explosion. It happened so quickly. Isn't it possible that you are wrong?'

Tyrion felt sorry for her brother who tried so hard to defend their sister and her actions. It would have been pointless to even attempt to change his mind.

'You'd better hurry. She is waiting for you.'


'Don't touch me!' was the first thing Jaime heard upon entering his sister's room, followed by a flying book directed at the unsuspecting doctor.

'Jaime.' Cersei cried softly, immediately relieved along with the rest of the hospital staff when they noticed him.

Jaime stepped closer and sat on his twin sister's bedside. 'Hey. What's going on?'

'I can't have this baby. I can't do it.' Cersei stated, breathless.

Her brother softly chuckled and caressed her cheek. 'Of course you can. You have already done it three times.'

'No, you don't understand.' Cersei shook her head and roughly pushed her brother's hand away. 'I'm going to die. This baby will kill me. Just like Tyrion killed Mom.'

'You are not making any sense.' Jaime protested quickly, trying hard to rationalize his sister's fears. 'You are just upset with him and you are afraid of having this baby. That's why you are imagining things.'

Cersei, once again, shrieked in agonizing pain as she tried to stop the baby on her way out of her.

One of the nurses stepped to the bed. 'Madam President, you must push.'

Cersei silently shook her head and burst into quiet sobs. Jaime was shocked to see his sister and lover this way. As hard as he tried to understand the scene that was in front of him, he couldn't.

'What did you give her?' That was the only explanation that came into his mind.

'Just the usual. Epidural and some mild sedatives.' the nurse replied willingly. 'Is there something wrong?'

And suddenly, everything was clear.

'Wrong?' Jaime got up from the bed, threatening to attack the careless nurse. 'We are talking about someone who was paralyzed for almost a year. Numbing her with painkillers must have triggered her. No wonder she is having a full-blown panic attack.'

His twin's weak voice stopped him from doing something bad before it was too late. 'Jaime, stop. I don't have much time and we need to talk.'

Jaime gave her a sad nod, then turned to the group of doctors and nurses. 'Can we have the room, please?'

The nurses wanted to protest, but the leading doctor in charge silenced her with his eyes. 'Be quick. She is endangering the baby with every minute.'

After they finally left, Jaime sat back to his sister's bedside. 'Did you hear that? You have to give birth to our daughter now.'

'What if she's a dwarf?' Cersei asked after a long pause.

Her brother was a bit taken aback by her superficial question, but at least it meant that she was still in there. 'We have seen the ultrasound. She is perfectly normal.' he finally said.

'She can still perfectly kill me.' Cersei added bitterly.

Jaime let out an exhausted sigh. 'Why?'

'Lady Melisandre told me she would become a motherless child.' Cersei came out with the simple explanation.

'You shouldn't have let her messing with your head again.' her twin shook his head with disbelief. 'That woman is a fraud. No one will die, okay? I need you, Tommen needs you.'

'Tommen?' the mention of her son made Cersei forget about her problems for a moment. 'He barely left his room since Margaery died. He's still blaming me and refuses to ta…'

Another cry of pain left her lips and her resistance finally began to fade.

'Forget about that now.' Jaime gently squeezed her sweaty hand.'Let's focus on this baby. Everything is going to be all right, I promise you.'

'Jaime' Cersei whispered, but she seemed more at ease. 'I want to give her a name that she can wear proudly.'

Jaime had to think about that for a moment. 'You want to name her after Mom?'

Cersei shook her head. 'I want to name her after you.'


Two months later

'Tommen, school.' Cersei shouted across the living room, while she was holding her baby daughter in her arms, hoping that her loud voice could reach her son's ears.

Moments passed, but nothing happened. Jaime looked up from his laptop and stated the obvious. 'He's not going.'

'He doesn't have a choice.' Cersei snapped, but the baby started to fuss so she lowered her voice. 'Come on. Why does he have to play this game every fucking morning?'

Her brother got up from his seat and walked over to her. 'I'm worried about him. When was the last time you saw him for more than five minutes?'

Cersei let out a frustrated sigh.'I don't know, Jaime. I was a little busy. In case you haven't noticed I'm doing your job.'

Jaime was about to press a kiss on his daughter's forehead, but his sister's harsh words made him abort the gesture. He instinctively made a step back. 'My job. And what would that be?'

'Commanding our troops.' Cersei remarked matter-of-factly.

'Into a war you have brought on us on purpose.' Jaime snorted in disdain, then gave his sister a suspicious look. 'Are you even want to win it? Because the more this goes on, the more chance you get to keep your presidency.'

'And to save us.' his twin sister corrected him. 'It's not just about me. We have to protect our family.'

'So we came full circle.' Jaime added bitterly.

Cersei was furious. The baby must have felt her mother's rage because she began to cryi.

'Look, if you got too soft hearted on those Dornish bastards, I'm fine with it.' Cersei tried to talk over her daughter's bawling. 'You are not the only one. It appears that President Targaryen's daughter is also a huge fan.'

'Daenerys?' her brother asked in surprise.

'Yeah.' Now it was Cersei's turn to get suspicious. 'She has served nine years in the Army. Do you know her?'

Jaime couldn't hold back a soft chuckle. 'I don't know every soldier. Besides, she is much younger than me.'

'Not that much.' Cersei remarked with a frown.

The baby finally fell asleep so she gently placed her in her crib. After she walked back to her brother she seemed more relaxed.

'Anyway, my point is that while I'm juggling between raising a baby and waging war with our enemies, the least I can expect from you is to make some effort. Let's agree that Tommen is your problem for now.'

Jaime didn't seem to appreciate the task he was given.

'What am I supposed to do with him?' he cried out in frustration. 'He is still grieving for Margaery. He doesn't need me, he needs his mother, Cersei.'

The calm facade immediately disappeared from Cersei's expression.

'He should be thankful that he has one. Not everyone is so lucky.' she hissed between her teeth.

'Yeah. Thanks, Mom.'

They failed to notice when the door opened and Tommen entered the room.

Cersei gave him an awkward smile, but she quickly composed herself and looked back to her brother. 'See? Here he is. Fully clothed, ready to go to school.' Then she turned back to her son. 'It wasn't that hard, was it, sweetheart?'

'Can I go now?'

Little did Cersei know that these were the last words she ever heard from her son.