So this chapter has a slight bit of smut in... I'm not one for writing smut as 1. I'm not very good and 2. Sometimes I find it a bit crude if I put it in a lot of the chapters of my story so if I'm going to write it I want it to be little and not often.
Anyway, fluffy chapter! Enjoy!
~Jas
It had been a month since the wedding and Clara was beginning to have a feeling that she had something wrong. She had felt sick in the mornings... she had gotten cravings for all sorts of food, had chronic headaches and was eginning to see the signs of a swelling chest and stomach. She knew what was wrong with her but she wanted to tell Robb in the privacy of their room.
So she got her ladies' maids to help her to set out candles, and to cover the bed with rose petals. Robb would appreciate the sentiment of the flowers, she thought. He aslod kept commenting on how Clara smelled like rose petals- so she decided to use this to her advantage.
She changed into her best dress, even though she would probably be taking it off soon after Robb came back. The maids brought up wine and sweet treats on a board on the table in the corner of the room.
So she sat, watching the door... waiting. When the door opened, Clara stood up, waiting to see Robb's surprised face. And she wasn't disappointed.
"What's this?" Robb ashed, smiling. Clara looked around the room. Robb looked at her, noticing rose petals- on the bed in a pattern of a direwolf- the Stark crest...
"Well... I wanted us to have a romantic night together so I thought... maybe you might appreciate some wine and some food and some romantic atmosphere." Clara smiled. Robb looked at Clara and smiled.
"I don't need all this to have a romanti night... I only need you, my Clara." Robb started to kiss Clara, softly, while holding her cheeks and neck. She held his arms softly. He smiled as he pulled away. "I think... I think my wife should be the one recieving romantic gestures, don't you?" Clara kissed him again. He lifted her up softly and placed her on the bed. He climbed over her so that his face was inches from hers.
"Well, I can't recieve it all by myself..." Clara said softly as she started to pull at the ties of Robb's leather overcoat. He smiled and lifted up so that he could take it off. He then took his tunic off and bared his chest. Clara ran her nails along it softly before kissing his neck. He smiled and flipped them over, so that she was on top of him. She smiled and kissed his neck again, moving down to his chest before she started to pull at his trousers. He smiled and pulled off her dress. She was completely bare save for the underwear covering her lower regions. Robb looked at her as she stripped off completely and started to strip him off. When they joined he gasped softly. She was straddling him softly, and he sat up. He kissed her, closing his eyes. Clara looked at him. She smiled.
Soon they both saw stars...
Later on, Clara was resting on Robb, smiling. Robb had been caring and tender when they had had sex. She looked up at him.
"I'm late..." She said softly. He looked down, confused- not having heard as he made a short hum. "I'm late..." She repeated. He didn't seem to get it.
"For what? It is late at night, My Clara... how could you be late for something?" He asked. Clara giggled and snuggled into his chest.
"No... I mean... I haven't bled for a full Moon Cycle." She said, using the terminology that the maids had told her to use. Robb pushed the pad of his finger under Clara's chin softly and brought her face up to look at him.
" You mean..." He looked down and cupped her stomach, softly stroking the skin there with his thumb. "You're with... child?" He asked. Clara nodded softly. His expression changed from that of a confused man, to a completely awestruck man. "My Clara... you're carrying our child in there?" He asked. Clara giggled and nodded again. She looked at him. A tear slipped as he smiled softly. He would have a child! "Oh, my Clara..." He breathed, kissing her softly.
"What do you want it to be?" She asked softly.
"I don't care! If its a boy, I want to be able to teach him how to arch and swordfight... I'd still do that if it was a girl... but I'd make sure she never got hurt and... oh, Clara..." He buried his head in her hair softly as he laughed gleefully. Clara looked up to him. She would never get tired of seeing that expression.
R+R