Alrighty well here is the next awesome installment of this story…

Jaime had been gone all day. If Arya wasn't at Casterly Rock then Gwen would have been lonely. Arya was just as lonely as her since Jaime put her companions to work. Arya had of course protested until Gendry was a blacksmith and Hot Pie became an assistant to the head cook of Casterly Rock. They seemed happy doing what they were assigned to do. Gwen was leaning against the pillar as she watched Arya practice with her bow and arrow in the empty practice yard.

"You've gotten better, Arya." Gwen said, remembering the time when Jon and Robb were teaching Bran how to shoot while Arya learned a lot faster than he did.

Arya relaxed her bow arm, remembering her brothers' words to Bran in Winterfell. Gwen felt a sting in her heart when she thought of Robb, but surprisingly it wasn't as bad as it had been a couple of months ago. It had been almost a year since those events. Arya hit the target and smiled proudly. The sound of clapping had been brought to their attention. Just like that, Arya's smile and face fell into an impassive expression which worried Gwen. Jaime clapped loudly and smirked at Arya as he walked forward a little.

"Very nice, I must admit…even for a Stark," he praised as he came behind Gwen.

Arya glared at him and then silently turned around and started to take out the arrows. Gwen sighed and gave him a look after Arya turned away. He only smiled amusingly down at Gwen and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close. She stubbornly crossed her arms over her chest, not giving into Jaime's touch.

"Why must you always tease her," Gwen asked softly.

She heard Jaime sigh lowly in frustration. Gwen saw as Arya walked back into the castle, leaving them alone. Jaime leaned down and started to kiss her neck, sucking at her pulse a little. Her body immediately reacted to his touch, wanting so much more.

Gwen held back a moan as he squeezed her behind while kissing her jaw. Jaime leaned his body more into her side and she slightly gasped at the length of hardness she felt against her thigh. Her arms fell to her sides as Jaime led her to the wall.

He immediately crashed his lips onto hers, kissing her passionately, his tongue invading her mouth. Their tongues danced with each other, the familiar taste of each other soothing. She moaned inside of his mouth as he fondled her breasts. Jaime chuckled and mumbled against her lips, "Dear Gods, they're gotten so big."

She blushed and wrapped her arms around his neck. Jaime was very conscious of her large belly, careful not to hurt it. She whimpered in pain as she felt something inside of her. She quickly pulled away from Jaime and crouched down, holding her stomach in pain. She felt some tears in her eyes as she whimpered even louder.

"Jaime," she whimpered, "it hurts…again."

He held her close to him and yelled for help as loud as he could. In a moment, Arya came running back and to them, her eyes wide and frightened. She suddenly became angry and shouted at Jaime, "What did you do?!"

"Nothing!" He growled at her. "Get some fucking help!"

Arya shut her mouth, looking at Gwen whimpering and crying in pain. She darted back where she came and found the maester at Casterly Rock. She brought Maester Theomore to the practice yard where Gwen was still in pain, but was sobbing pain. Maester Theomore bent down beside her and her felt her head for a fever. He gently put his hands on her stomach and felt around for anything. Her sobs died down after the maester found a pressure point and pressed on it. She stopped sobbing and looked up, slightly dizzy. She smiled weakly at him.

"T-Thank you," she whispered.

He smiled warmly at her and said reassuringly, "Your welcome, Lady Lannister. There is no need for any worry. You are fine, my lady, just that the child probably kicked you in the wrong part causing a nerve to go off."

Jaime and Arya seemed to visibly relax and both let out a sigh of relief. Arya came a little closer and held Gwen's hand, saying to the maester, "So she's ok?"

He nodded and smiled at all of them. "Yes, she is."

"W-What about last time," she said worriedly. "T-This happened last time in the woods just a moon ago."

"That is good because it means the babe is moving and its positioning itself for birth. It won't hurt that much any more, my lady. Rest though. You only have about a moon and a half till the babe is ready so I'm putting you on bed rest." Maester Theomore said with confidence.

She let out a breathe she seemed to have been holding and smiled back at the maester. Maester Theomore gruffly stood up and walked away with his bag of medicines in his hand. Jaime swooped her up in his arms and carried her back to their chambers to rest. Arya quickly followed beside them, not wanting to leave which made Gwen happy to still have at least one Stark love her. Her mind wondered to Jon and decided to write a letter to him. She had forgotten to write him back after her capture with the Lannister just moons before. She missed him most of all…there were only three Starks left, Jon, Sansa, and Arya. Ned dead. Catelyn dead. Robb dead. Bran dead. Rickon dead. Jory dead. Rodrick dead. Maester Culwin dead. Septa Mordane dead. Pella dead. Hodor, probably dead. Gods know where Theon is. Everyone in Winterfell is dead.

They were the last Starks and she would be dammed if they her child believe he was anything, but a Stark. He, she thought, I know I'm going to have a boy.

The idea about their child brightens her immediately. But the idea of a girl excites her too. She didn't care which gender it was and hoped Jaime didn't either. This child would be a Lannister, a Stark, and a Targaryen. Three of the most powerful bloodlines combined in one child…there will be more of them. Gods, they'll be famous because of who they are. Gwen secretly hoped and would never admit it aloud, but she didn't want one of them to become like Tywin or Cersei or Joffrey or even a Kingslayer. No, she wouldn't want that kind of life for them; it would be a cruelty she could have never dreamed of for someone.

Jaime kicked the doors open and Arya closed just as he laid her carefully on the large crimson and gold silk sheeted bed. The entire castle was draped in Lannister colors, proud yet beautiful all at the same time. It seemed the sun never hid behind the clouds like it stood in front of it, mirroring the Lannisters. Jaime gently put the covers over her body, tucking her in. He moved the hair from her face and kissed her forehead.

"Gods, I hate being with child," Gwen mumbled.

Jaime laughed. "Why, my sweet little wife? You make it look so good and easy."

She scoffed and turned to Arya. Gwen sat up a little bit and gestured for her to come, but she stood in her spot, not moving. Gwen knew why and it irritated her a little bit though she pushed it away quickly. Gwen squeezed Jaime's hands and quietly asked with her eyes to give them a moment. He seemed reluctant, but as he looked at Arya again, he sighed.

He kissed her lips and whispered, "I'll be in my study, doing Lord stuff."

Gwen giggled and gave him a quick peck on the lips before he stood up and left as he eyed Arya as if warning her. Immediately after the doors closed, Arya rushed over to Gwen and hugged her tightly.

"I thought something was wrong," Arya mumbled sadly.

She heard a sniffled and started to stroke her hair in a motherly way that reminded Arya of her own mother. Gwen pulled Arya onto the bed and made room for her to lie beside her. Arya stilled hugged Gwen, eventually her sniffles turning into soft snores and light breathing as she fell asleep against her. Gwen gently and carefully pulled the covers onto Arya's small body.

Gwen fell asleep to the sunset brimming into their chambers and over Casterly Rock.

. . .

Gwen tossed and turned in her bed, fisting the sheets in her hands. Her eyes shot open and she sat up straight in their bed. A coat of sweat was all over her body and she was shaking, trembling as she remembered her nightmare. She hastily pulled the covers off and pulled the helm of her nightgown up. She sighed loudly as she saw no blood. Her heart slowed down. Her child was still alive…she wasn't barren.

A large hand gently touched her shoulder, but Gwen didn't turn. Instead she closed her eyes and breathed in and out, relaxing herself. She knew it belonged to Jaime, she wondered where Arya went. She would have guessed that Jaime had kicked her out, wanting to go to sleep already. It was midnight from what Gwen could tell by the darkness of the sky just outside the window. Though she felt a cold breeze flow through her.

Winter is coming, Gwen thought grimly, while the lions roar and the dragons breathe fire and shed blood.

She mentally scolded herself for thinking that way. Even though she knew that they won't be safe here in Casterly Rock for long, she still told herself that as if creating a shield for herself as reassurance. She felt the shift quickly after she didn't turn and then felt the heat radiate off Jaime as he sat up beside her, clearly towering over her.

"Gwen," he whispered as he held her close to his naked chest. "Tell me. What is it?"

She started to tremble again as the horrible visions of their child, bloody and taken away from her…by Death himself. She opened her eyes and let the tears flow as she leaned against Jaime, wrapping her arms around him. She sobbed as he held her even more tightly; the pain of her crying was unbearable for Jaime. He briefly closed his eyes and his jaw tightened and ticked. Gwen eventually quieted down and Jaime slightly rocked her back and forth, stroking her hair as they lay against the headboard.

"It was about our child," she said so softly that Jaime had barely heard her, but he froze as he heard her.

"What…what happened," he asked worriedly.

She gulped and shakily said, "Uh…I was in bed a-and I was in labor, there was so much blood and outside I could fire and hear the sounds of fighting just outside the balcony. It was so painful and once it was over…I kept calling for you, but I couldn't find you. They all backed away from me with the babe in their hands suddenly everything went quite, nothing, not even a fire crackle. I sat up and battled against the guards who held me down as the birthing mothers took the little bundle away. I felt so vulnerable and they wouldn't me go. I screamed for the child and I caught a glimpse of it," she sniffled and Jaime held back his tears, "He was so bloody and-and he was…so beautiful. He looked dead."

She sobbed quietly against his chest and Jaime was silent at first though he gained back his voice. He lifted her chin up to look at him as he said protectively, "I will not let them hurt you, us, and our children. I promise and it's a promise I intend to take to my grave, Guinevere Velaryon Stark Targaryen Lannister. Nothing will ever come between us and I will stand by your side when you have that babe, not even the Gods could keep me out."

She smiled warmly up at him, the tears gone, and pecked his lips. "I love you, Jaime Lannister. Only you."

"Even until winter turns into spring, eh?" he asked.

She chuckled and nodded, kissing him hard. "Yes."

He laid her on her back as he kissed her passionately. Her hands buried in his blonde hair, gripping it. He kissed her jaw then planted kisses down her body. He sneakily pulled the nightgown off her body. He stared down at her in amazement. To him, she was the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on. Her large belly and breasts out and naked only for him. Her dark curls spread out on the pillows, her adoring eyes grazing at him. Jaime's hands roamed her entire body causing her to heat up and become aroused. He leaned down and kissed her belly then each of her breasts, groaning a little bit.

"I'm going to miss sucking on these," he mumbled against her breast. He sucked a hard nipple into his mouth, nipping at it while his metal hand lay on the other breast. She moaned softly, gripping his hair. Jaime gave enough attention to both of her breasts. He neglected them for so long that he mumbled amusingly against her sex, "Hello old friend. Your cock is back."

He dove right in before Gwen good say anything, but before he heard her about to giggle until she let out a cry of pleasure. She moaned loudly as he kissed and sucked her dry, her juices filling his mouth. "Jaime," she moaned. "Oh Gods."

His cock grew even more erect and hard at the sounds of pleasure coming out of her all because of him. He inserted his fingers inside of her as he licked her clit. Her toes curled, her heart started to speed up, and a coat of sweat passed over her entire body. He thrashed his head between her thighs. She could feel the familiar sensation she always felt, she could feel herself coming apart already.

He stopped once he saw her face, knowing that she was about to have an orgasm. He quickly unlaced his breeches, groaning as he let his cock sprung free. Gwen briefly looked down at it, blushing. Jaime chuckled and shook his head.

"You are my wife and have seen me naked so many times yet here you are looking like a blushing bride."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought him down to kiss him hard and lustfully. He thrust into her, groaning in pleasure at her tightness. Like a warm, wet, and tight hug, he thought. She wrapped her legs around his waist; he went deeper inside of her. He pulled out just so the head was still inside of her then thrust back into her, earning a very loud moan from her.

"Ah," she moaned.

She moved her hips to his rhythm though once she found it she gasped in pleasure. She loved him when he was inside of her, he filled her whole, and she felt so good when he was inside of that it drove her insane when he would tease her. She wanted to push him down on his back and ride him like before, but she couldn't because of the babe inside of her. She didn't want to hurt it so she stayed on her back. He kissed her passionately again as he slowed his thrusts down.

His hand squeezed her thigh and then her breast, twisting the nipple. She let out a cry of moans of as she couldn't take it anymore, letting her orgasm go. Jaime kissed her neck and then pounded a few more times into her before he spilled himself inside of, moaning against her cheek. They breathed heavily as he was still inside of her. He kissed her earlobe and the corner of her mouth. She let out a sigh saying, "Gods…that was fantastic."

Jaime pulled out of her and smiled happily down at her. He moved so that he was lying on his back and pulling her onto his chest. He felt her belly against his stomach and felt something else. He quizzically looked down at her and then at her belly…that was moving if you kept your eyes on it long enough. She smiled up at him then at her belly.

"He's moving," she said. She grabbed his hand and put it near the bottom of her stomach. He couldn't help but smile as he knitted his eyebrows in amazement yet confusion. She glided his hand over to where he felt a round shape move from one side to the other, but slowly. He knew he used to feel Cersei's stomach when she was asleep since it was the only time he ever could. Now though…he was able to see Gwen happy and it was unbelievable to him. Jaime chuckled as he said, "I'm still trying to wrap my head around it."

"I know me too," she giggled.

He squeezed her hands which were on top of his. He gazed at her and she gazed back. There was something in his eyes that made her feel safe and sound. He loved her so much that he wondered if she knew how much though. They gazed at each other with so much love that it would've overwhelmed and consumed anyone else, but it wasn't like that for them.

Gwen sighed and said, "I can feel him moving. It's something I've never felt before, Jaime."

Jaime leaned down her body and kissed her belly and putting his ear to it. She laughed and he heard the vibration coming from her. He could barely hear the child's heartbeat…faint, but strong. Jaime smiled proudly against her stomach. Her eyes started to close and he could already tell she was sleepy. He saw her eyes close completely and smirked up at her.

"My son or daughter, you will be so great. You are a Stark, I know you probably don't like it, but your mother insists on it. Anyways you'll be a Targaryen and your roots are from House Lannister. Don't be like me or your Aunt Cersei, be like your Uncle Tyrion, yeah, make jokes and sarcastic clever comments. It'll drive everyone up the walls. Oh and please be good at swordplay. I'll teach you if I have to." Jaime smiled at it. "I can almost see you now, little lion. Tall and proud on your horse, blonde hair and striking grey eyes like your mother or it even could be the other way around if that's what you want. I will give you the world, little lion, wolf, and dragon. I know your mother will throw a fit if I don't include your other names. Don't make your mother want to pull her hair out in frustration." Jaime whispered.

He kissed her belly and whispered again, "That's my job."

He went back up the bed and slid his arms around her and went to sleep. Gwen went to sleep with a smile on her face.

~Fin~

Well I hoped you guys liked this chapter…I had fun writing this chapter actually. It was a happy chapter, but…we all know that this story will never be happy. It's only the beginning you guys. I HAVE A LOT planned for all you. You'll probably hate me for it and I'll get hate reviews, but hey I'll still love them because they are reviews.

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