I had this pre written...I know I'm terrible but this was always my plan. I could have held out for comments a few more days but I wont because I'm a nice person and there's a child's life on the line! Thank you all for the response please please please keep them coming. I am re writing earlier chapters to clean them up a bit so please do bare with me.

Word reached Petyr before Ramsay stepped foot in his dungeon of dogs. Petyr had his little birds all over the castle and as he made pace to head off Ramsay he realised that he could not recall the last time he ran. Truly ran as though his life depended on it, the way he was running to the dungeons. Was he going to make it in time?

Minutes later he pounced through the door, into the dark room, to a sound which made his heart stop…crying. He wasn't too late!

Having readied himself for the worst the sight which greeted him was a…surprise. Ramsay sat on the edge of the cages, the fussing bundle of sheets on his lap he glared down at it intensely; as though his glare alone would make it go away.

"Ramsay…don't do this" Petyr inched toward him, cautiously "You don't have to do this."

Ramsay's eyes glinted though they never once moved from the bundle on his lap "…but I want to" he smirked. Petyr inched closer, he didn't know what he was going to do once he reached Ramsay, he could never take the Bolton Bastard in a fight. Ramsay would flay him alive just for trying but he had to do something.

"Don't be a fool Ramsay; daughters have their uses."

Ramsay snarled at his words "I have no use for one!"

"She's your blood Ramsay. The first person to ever belong entirely to you. Don't kill her."

Ramsay rasped a frustrated sigh before glowering up at Petyr…"I was going to. I was going to feed it to my dogs and I wouldn't have been sorry. I wouldn't have mourned it."

Peytr knew he was telling the truth, Ramsay held contempt in his taught jaw. Then Petyr had a sudden realisation, watching Ramsay sat starring back down at his daughter.

"Then why haven't you?" he asked, his heart racing in his chest. He was playing a dangerous game. Ramsay could throw the child into the cage at any second. He didn't; instead he starred incredulously at the bundle, which squirmed and fussed in his lap. He looked back up to Petyr with something Petyr had never before seen in him.

"She looks like her mother" Ramsay hissed.

Petyr could have been knocked over by a mild breeze. He'd almost reached Ramsay's side and he glanced over his shoulder at the child; she had dark copper hair and Sansa's eyes.

"Aye, that she does. She'll be a beauty one day and you'll be able to sell her to the highest bidding lord for whatever you want. Or gift her to secure allegiance, either way she'll be an asset to you."

Ramsay was silent but the silence didn't last. The door was flung open with such force both men flinched and one of Ramsay's brawling boys fell through in a tangle of arms and legs. He could hardly breathe, he pointed back through the door.

"The Queen…something ….wrong …girl said….dying." He flinched waiting for Ramsay's dagger to pierce his throat as it soared through the air. It did not. Ramsay's face fell to grey ash as he shoved the infant from his lap, caught swiftly by Petyr.

Ramsay stormed for the door. "That wolf will not die until I allow her!"

Petyr looked down at the infant in his arms once the room was dark again and they were alone. The beasts in their cages snarled now their master was gone. They'd been teased with the smell of blood and they wanted a taste. Petyr shuddered and held the child close to him.

"You are lucky my dear" he said, "Your father's love for your mother saved you from a terrible end."

Two floors away Ramsay could hear her piercing screams. He didn't recall when he broke into the sprint but still his thick leather boots pounded the stone floor. His men scattered from the door as he rounded the corner.

"Go and find the measter now!" he growled. "If she dies before he gets here so will all of you!"

The men scattered. They knew if Sansa really were on the verge of death in childbirth the Maester would not be able to help. However, it would give Ramsay someone other than them to direct his unlimited anger toward.

When Ramsay opened the door Sansa lay on the bed her face red and body contorted. The small girl who had been stood at the window now knelt in front of his wife on the bed. Pale and shaking her hands were covered in blood, it stained the sheets around Sansa in big red pools. Ramsay had seen more than his fair share of blood in his day but the sight made his stomach churn and his face tense with anger.

"If you think you're dying before you've given me a son wolf you're wrong!" He snarled.

He was at her bedside in a moment and if she was aware; she didn't acknowledge him.

"What happened?" he demanded, the small girl firmly in his sights.

"You left" she trembled "and…I tried to get the afterbirth to…but it wouldn't and then the blood."

She held up her hands to demonstrate "Something's wrong."

Ramsay's voice was quieter than it had been all day, he twitched his jaw as he asked the question he realised he feared most "Will she live?"

The girl gawped at him in disbelief "I don't know. I have no idea whats….Oh." The girl was back between Sansa' knee's as Sansa screamed again in agony. When the girl reappeared her face was calmer.

"She'll live" she said "I know that's wrong. We'll need help though she needs to get up on her knee's."

Ramsay was already mounting the bed as she spoke "Why?"

"There's another baby" The girl answered "but it's the wrong way round. It's going to be worse than the first."

Ramsay seized Sansa around the chest and lifted her swiftly to her knee's. They wobbled beneath her and she let out a mournful sob. She was delirious with grief, tiredness and endless pain.

"I knew you wouldn't die" Ramsay rasped into her hair as he moved her.

Sansa's pale eyes opened and greeted him with a look of hatred deeper than he'd ever seen.

"I hope I do." She muttered

"Take that back." He growled.

"No, I want to die. I'll never forgive you." Her knee's gave way and her body fell limply to the bed. Ramsay did the only thing that he could, he gripped her from behind and held her up with his body.

"Help her!" he shouted to the girl who clambered to retake her place between Sansa's knees.

"You need to push." She said to Sansa.

"I can't" Sansa sobbed, Ramsay's skin felt like nettles against hers.

"If you don't it'll kill you." Ramsay roared in her ear.

"Good"

Ramsay buried his head into her neck, bracing them both against the bed frame and threatening her in hissed whispered with a fate worse than death if she didn't fucking push!

The girl looked up at the scene, she looked only at Sansa. "If you don't push this child will never take its first breath."

Sansa bared down and pushed as hard as she could and when the burst of pressure came and went she closed her eyes and waited. She was sure she wouldn't make it to nightfall. In the darkness of her mind she heard the child cry….just as the first one had.

Ramsay had released her and she heard him take the child from the girl.

Silence

"Sansa" Ramsay's voice was filled with menacing glee "I have my son" he said.

"Good" Sansa muttered through gritted teeth "because you've lost your wife."