The next morning when Robb came down into the kitchen he found his entire family, aside from Ned who had left early for a business trip, was already gathered there. Catelyn, Arya and Bran were seated at the kitchen table reading the news paper. Catelyn read the Winterfell Times while Arya and Bran scanned the comic section. Catelyn looked up from her paper at him, "Ah, Robb! You're up just in time. Sansa got up early to make pancakes. Rickon's helping her too, isn't that sweet?"

"Yeah, that's great," Robb affirmed. He walked over to the counter to pour himself a cup of coffee where Sansa was flipping the pancakes. "So, what brought out the Barefoot Contessa in you this morning?" he asked, sipping his coffee.

Sansa chuckled, "Oh you know what they say, in everyone there's a Barefoot Contessa just waiting to be awakened. But actually if you must know, I had trouble sleeping. I figured if I'm already up I might as well make myself useful." She paused and added, "Plus I remember how much you love pancakes." He could have sworn he saw her blush but wasn't sure why.

"Well I'm not complaining. Just don't leave home to join culinary school any time soon."

"Lucky for you, pancakes are just about the extent of my culinary knowledge," Sansa said and returned to her flipping.

Robb moved back to the kitchen table and watched her. She was in the same PJs she'd worn last night when they'd talked in the kitchen. She wore his old Winterfell High class of 2015 shirt and a pair of pink soffe shorts. God, he still couldn't believe how much she'd changed since he'd seen her last summer. He found he couldn't take his eyes off of her. He hoped he hadn't freaked her out at dinner last night. She must have caught him ogling at her at least five times during the meal. Each time he just smiled like an idiot and told himself he wouldn't look in her direction again. But he couldn't help himself. And then in the kitchen when there was that moment between them. It was like there was an electric charge pulling him to her. He felt the strange inclination to kiss her, and not in a brotherly way. She just looked so beautiful with her high cheekbones and plump pink lips open in a small o. He thought she felt it too and that's why her mouth dropped open so effortlessly. But then he convinced himself that she was just confused by him staring so much. She probably thought you were a pervert and that's why she ran out of the kitchen like it was on fire.

So here he was again, staring at his sister. He watched her long pale legs as she danced with Rickon to their Mom's hand held radio playing on the counter. She twirled Rickon under her arm fluently while removing pancakes from the skillet. He recognized the shorts she was wearing because she'd had them before he left. They were shorter now and tighter. Her legs stretched on for miles and carefully curved into the bliss that was her figured hips. When he'd last seen her she was lanky and awkward. Now she was a curvaceous woman. He'd noticed curves before but had never truly understood their significance. Her hips were wide and sensual. Robb gawked like a thirteen-year-old boy. She reached down to grab something from a low cabinet and he caught a glimpse of the bottom of her ass.

He was turned on.

Robb turned around with a jolt, almost knocking over his coffee. What the fuck? he thought. You are such a fucking pervert, eyeing your sister like she's a porn star. He took a deep breath to calm himself. You just missed her, he rationalized. She was gone a long time and now she's grown up. That's it. Once you start talking again everything will go back to normal.

His thoughts were interrupted when Sansa came to the table with a large platter of pancakes. Just as Robb was about to put some on his plate Sansa interjected, "Wait! Just one second Robb." She scurried back over to the counter and returned carrying a smaller plate with three separate pancakes on it. She leaned over his shoulder to place the plate in front of him and he caught a whiff of her hair. It smelled clean like shampoo and lavender. "Chocolate chip, your favorite," she mused returning to her spot at the table. He muttered a small thank you and ate his pancakes in silence.

"So," Catelyn asked, "What's on everyone's agenda for today?"

"Rickon and I are going biking with Jojen" said Bran. Rickon nodded his head in agreement.

"I've got soccer camp in an hour," Arya replied.

"Ok I'll take you. We better be ready to leave soon, the fields are half an hour away," Catelyn replied. "Maybe I'll stay and watch you practice; it doesn't make much sense to go all the way out there and then come back so soon. What about you two? Do either of you have plans?" she directed at Robb and Sansa. They looked at each other and shrugged.

"We could go to the park like we used to," Sansa offered.

Robb's heart dropped. Somehow an afternoon picnic with Sansa didn't have the same innocence it used to. But maybe it would help. They'd joke around like they used to, maybe throw the frisbee around. By the end of the day he'd be laughing about all of the weirdness he'd felt.

"Sure! Sounds great," he said.

"Yay! I'll change and we can pack some food!" Sansa got up from the table and rushed out of the kitchen. As she was leaving Robb caught another look at her legs and his breath hitched.

Maybe getting back to normal would take a little longer than he'd expected.