Jon's POV
Jon was starting to get nervous, it had been a few days since they had come back- and they hadn't really had time to be alone and talk. He knew what they were going to talk about and the anticipation was killing him, it would be a hard and awkward conversation. One that he knew would have to happen if they were going to continue with anything.
He was standing on the walkway above the courtyard, watching as the people of winterfell went on with their days. They had questioned him on what happened, but he wasn't going to answer for her- and Jon didn't really want to tell anyone what he had done. Not that he was ashamed or anything, he was proud that he had to fortitude and perseverance to save Dany and ride a dragon. But it was his business and no one else's, and it wasn't for him to decide what Dany wasn't to share with people.
He saw Gendry, Brienne, Arya, and Podrick- training down below. His sister was smiling, something he hadn't seen very often since her return- seeming to finally enjoy something here. Jon saw all the common folk going about their daily routines, when he saw Sansa. She was a great Lady of Winterfell, they respected her, loved her- followed her in his absence.
Tormund and the Hound had returned the day before with Ghost, who had joined returned to his side immediately. However the direwolf had also taken a liking to Dany, and although he joined Jon during the day, at night he stayed with the dragon Queen. It pleased Jon that if he was too much of a coward to join her in her rooms at night, at least Ghost would be there to protect her.
It was about midday when Jon decided to sack up and do something, so he headed to the kitchens and asked for a quick lunch. He took the basket they gave it to him in, and followed Ghost up to her rooms. The direwolf scratched at her door before Jon could get there, he heard her call behind the door.
"Coming Ghost," Dany opened the door and saw Jon was there as well, "Oh Jon, come on in."
He looked around and saw Jorah in the room before looking back at his queen, "I- uh, brought lunch. I was thinking we could talk." His eyes flashed to Jorah, clearly meaning alone. But the old man wouldn't move- not caring what Jon had to say.
Dany saw his flash of eyes and knew what he meant, "Jorah could you give the King and I some privacy, please."
"Of course, my queen." Jon watched the man leave the room before letting his eyes return to Dany.
"So-"
"I-"
They both spoke at the same time, cutting the other off before Jon motioned for her to go first.
"Do you want to sit down?" She asked.
"Sure." She led him to the table near the window and sat across from him. Jon opened the basket and started taking out the food the cook had given him. He served her some of the lunch before making a plate for himself. Clinks and the clatter of silverware filled the silence as they ate their fill of food.
Jon knew it was time, now or never- here we go. He stood up, and she looked at him in confusion- he walked forward and bent down in front of her.
"Dany, I'm sorry. For what I said. For what I did. I should have told you."
"Jon-"
"No, let me finish. I was afraid that you would be angry, that you would leave. And everything was going so perfect for us- I didn't want to ruin it with you. But I was always gonna tell you, I just wanted to find a way to tell you that wouldn't disgust you with the fact that I am am your nephew." Jon looked down in shame, before feeling Dany's hand under his chin- lifting his face to look at her.
"Jon, I wasn't mad that were related, you didn't know- and couldn't control who your parents are any more that I could. I was mad however that you lied to me, that you kept it from me. I will say that I shouldn't have run away, it was immature and it risked both of our lives." She finished.
He wasn't sure who she meant when she said 'our'. His life and hers, or her life and the baby's. Jon's eyes looked down at her stomach.
"Is the baby…." He didn't finish his sentence, but the question was clear.
She smiled and grabbed his hand- putting it on her stomach, he could feel a slight bump. Nothing big or very noticeable, but it was there nonetheless. Jon smiled, before realizing she still hadn't actually said she forgave him. Her actions said one thing, but he needed to hear her say it.
"To be honest with you Jon, it doesn't bother me. If I had been born any earlier, I would have married Rhaegar. And ever since I could remember, I was told I would marry Viserys and give him a true Targaryen heir. Imagine if you had been told all your life you would marry Sansa, or Arya- according to everyone I was destined to marry one of my brothers. And I know it sounds strange… but you are who you are- just as I am who I am. But I will give you a choice, if you don't want to claim this child, I could marry someone else and pretend it's theirs." Jon's blood boiled at the thought- no one would raise any child of his, except himself. He hadn't known his father or mother- and he knew how confusing everything could be.
"No. That baby is mine." A surge of protectiveness washed over him and Jon knew he could never allow Daenerys Targaryen to marry anyone other than himself.