Ok guys here is it, you asked and I have delivered. Thank you all for the incredible reviews please keep them coming I love them and they inspire me to keep writing!
I'm editing the whole fic and have currently replaced up to chapter 12 so should be done soon. The storyline is staying the same I'm just cleaning it up a bit. I didn't want to keep you waiting another week for the new chapter so I'm giving it to you now.
I feel like this is self-explanatory given the Sansa/Ramsay pairing but this chapter specifically does contain graphic and disturbing content. If you do not like childbirth or sadistic Ramsayness….don't read it! RATING: M and not in a sexy way.
Sansa screamed as the pain tore through her, burning, twisting…splitting her in two. She writhed on the bed as beads of sweat collected and dripped down her memory of Cersei's words flickered through her mind in the moments between one pain drifting away and other arriving. Jaime had stayed at her bedside during childbirth out of loyalty but Ramsay now stood at her out of something entirely different. Twisted pleasure.
"It won't be long now" The burly woman between her legs said.
Interest gleamed in Ramsay's dark eyes.
"Get out!" Sansa screamed as another pain hit hard. Her stomach contracted like an iron belt and Ramsay, unmoved by her outburst, saw the twitch beneath the cloth nightdress. His breathing sped as he said nothing but roughly reached for the hem and pulled it up and off her body. The woman between her legs gasped in horror as Sansa was displayed swollen and flushed red to the room.
Ramsay touched his hand to her stomach and pressed his fingers there, "Hard like stone" he breathed, amused by the development.
"Your grace you simply cannot…"
"Get out" Ramsay snarled at the burly woman and her aids. The women around the end of the bed looked awestruck.
"Did you not hear me? GET OUT. Or my men will remove you." Ramsay glanced at the door, his men were poised on the other side he knew they had heard him."
Sansa screamed again with another pain it was happening she could feel it and she loathed herself for not having the energy to direct in Ramsay's path. The women scattered for the door, Ramsay held his hand up to the last. The youngest and meekest of the bunch.
"You've done this before?" he rasped
"Yes your grace…many times." The girl replied.
"Stand in the corner in case the child should get stuck. Whatever you hear do not turn around unless I command you to. Do you understand?"
"Yes" the girl whimpered, running to the window and looking out.
"What the hell are you doing?" Sansa panted, she regretted it the moment Ramsay took to the bed and knelt in the place the burly woman had been…firmly between her legs.
He took an ankle in each hand and pushed them up and back towards her.
"Don't you dare…OWWW GODS."It was too late, her legs were parted and Ramsay was inspecting her intimately. His dark eyes glimmered with the sight which would have brought most men to tears.
"I can see its head" he said, matter of factly and Sansa felt his hand graze her labouring sex.
"I hate you" she screamed
"You'll get over it" Ramsay splayed her legs even farther until Sansa was sure she would tear in half. With another pain she buried her face into the bedclothes until they were ripped away.
"No" Ramsay snarled, "You have to breath, if you faint I'll have to cut it out of you. Now push." He slapped her thigh like she was favourite bitch birthing pups.
"I am pushing you bastard!" she screamed.
Ramsay knelt up further holding her knee's open wider and smirking "Not hard enough or this would be over by now." Ramsay looked down again, his hand prodding her in the most tender area and making hot tears seep down her cheeks.
"He's almost here, just one hard push Sansa."
"I'm scared" she cried, looking guiltily into his cold eyes.
"You're fine! Now stop snivelling and push."
Glaring at him with bitter hatred Sansa screamed with the next blinding pain and bit down on the inside of her cheek until she tasted blood. A rush of pressure exploded and suddenly…the pain was gone.
Ramsay knelt above her holding a still infant to his chest, blood and mucus staining his shirt he looked down at the child in expectation. Sansa's heart stilled "Why's he not…"
Ramsay instinctively turned the child down to face the bed and rubbed it's back the way he did with pups slow to take their first breath. When nothing happened he rubbed harder swearing curses under his breath growing louder with every moment of unnerving silence.
Sansa sobbed into the pillow, sure that her heart and body were on the brink of being pulled to the grave with her child until she heard one final loud slap of skin and the heart wrenching first cry of a gasping new born. Her eyes snapped open to see Ramsay smiling, the briefest look of relief flashed across his face, but in the time it took Sansa to blink the smile was gone; replaced by a glower to rival the day Walda Frey had announced her pregnancy.
"What wrong?" Sansa spluttered from the bed.
Ramsay stood silently, the child in an open sheet in his arms.
"It's a girl." He said as he strode toward the door. Sansa struggled to her knee's pain etching her body and desperation filling her face.
"Where are you taking her?" she sobbed
Ramsay turned as he reached the door, the look of malice back in his eyes. "To see my dogs, where else?"
He was gone and Sansa sunk down onto the bed and sobbed like she never had before. The girl by the window cleared her throat terror in her eyes.
"Can I turn around now?" she whispered but nobody answered.