Jaime spent five nights in Brienne's bed, with the babe sleeping in the nursery next to them. He sent the nanny away, woke up in the night to bring her little Jaime to nurse, watching her and stroking the babe's head as he nursed himself back to sleep. He was nearly eight months old, and liked to grasp hold of Jaime's gold hand and pull, attracted to the way it glinted in the light, and it made Jaime laugh and laugh.
Jaime knew he was only playing and husband and father,only pretending, but he thought these months of pretending might last him the rest of his life. The sight of Brienne riding the horse with little Jaime in front of her, jostling around as the horse trotted, Brienne riding one handed, her other arm wrapped around the babe's belly.
The nights were long, slow love making, Jaime exploring every inch of her body, her hips wider after pregnancy, kissing his way up her long legs to her inner thighs, to the apex of those blonde curls, lapping at her until she was grasping the bed sheets in her hands, moaning his name, moaning "Jaime, Jaime," never "Kingslayer" unless she was teasing him, beneath him, whispering, "you can do better than that, Kingslayer," until he pounded into her faster and faster until their orgasms took both their breaths and he lie on her, both of them panting, Brienne giggling and finally pushing him off of her and straddling him, always ready for more, eager for it.
You'd have never guessed she'd been a maiden for so long. They fit together just perfectly, their similar heights making every position easy to maintain and hold, and Jaime's favorite was fucking her from behind, her plump ass bouncing against him, wide hips in his hands, with her head tossed back, her blond curls grown long and wild down her back, and sometimes he'd grab a fistful of it and pull her head back to look at him, and she would always smile, and every time she smiled it made him come.
"I love you," he said, always, after, and she'd smile and kiss him, but she never said it back, not once, and though it was a stab in his heart, he told her time and time again, because it was true, and he wanted her to always remember when she finally sent him away.
Brienne was sleeping naked in her bedchambers, early morning, when the babe woke. Jaime fed him some applesauce so as not to wake her, and took him outside to catch the morning breeze from the sea. He laid out a blanket for him, and the babe began to crawl around. Jaime was watching him, smiling, when he heard a trumpet blare.
He looked up, surprised, and saw a ship with the Pedalth flag of the badger sailing toward the port of Tarth.