Game of Thrones: Accidentally in Love
Chapter 16 of my Game of Thrones story, the last chapter, enjoy.
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Chapter 16
Gendry paced anxiously outside the birthing chamber, flinching every time he heard his wife cry out from within. He wasn't alone; his uncles Jaime and Tyrion were present, as was Tommen. His mother and Myrcella were inside, along with Joffrey's new betrothed, Margaery Tyrell, helping Arya. Joffrey wasn't present, he was away with their father who, as he always did it seemed, was out hunting.
This left the current affairs of state in Tywin Lannister's hands; so at the very least, Gendry knew they would be handled expertly. Robert had invited Gendry to come along with him, Gendry had steadfastly refused, claiming he would not abandon Arya at a time like this.
'I wish I didn't have to wait out here though…I wish I could be in there, helping her, somehow.' He fretted as Arya screamed again. 'Even if it was just to lessen her pain, I'd do it; gladly.'
He was startled out of his thoughts by Tommen's voice. "Gendry, you need to relax."
He jumped and turned to Tommen. "Relax, how can I relax, Arya is…"
"I know but; you getting worked up won't help." Tommen told him. "Mother's in there, so is Cella and Margaery, Arya's in good hands."
Gendry sighed but nodded, he had to admit Tommen was right. So, with a heavy sigh he sat down, waiting for news.
Within the birthing chamber Arya grit her teeth as another wave of pain struck.
"Urgh, Gods!" She cried out as another, worse than any of the others struck.
Myrcella gently squeezed her hand. "It's alright Arya, it's alright."
Margaery Tyrell, who was also present in the room nodded. "Myrcella's right, you're nearly there."
"It's…I…Urgh, great." Arya groaned.
She had been so afraid when she found out she was pregnant. Fearful of being a terrible mother, but Gendry soon convinced her otherwise. Then came living with the pregnancy symptoms and now this. The birthing was taking so long, Arya was afraid that something had gone wrong.
But the Maester said nothing to confirm it; but even so, he seemed to agree with Margaery's statement. That gave Arya a new sense of hope.
She considered not only her current situation, but the Baratheons as well. 'Everything's changed so much, I…all this time I've spent, being angry at them. Maybe it's time to let things go, make peace with them…Except Joffrey, how could I ever forgive him?'
She cried out again as more pain flared through her.
Cersei was also helping, as she did so, she considered her eldest son, standing just outside the chamber. 'Gendry will make a fine father. He's already proving it by being here; not going off hunting like Robert.'
She smiled gently and did her best to reassure Arya as she was instruction to push. Arya did so, groaning and crying in pain. Soon the sound of a new-born's cries filled the air. Arya let out a gasp, before smiling, she had done it.
Gendry leapt to his feet when he hear the sounds of crying. He bit his lip, suddenly tense, finally the door opened and Myrcella stepped out.
She grinned and spoke. "Come in Gendry, it's done…Arya's fine and so is the baby. You have a son."
His heart soaring Gendry entered. Arya was sitting upright; her face covered in a sheen of sweat, she looked wan, exhausted, but she was smiling, a look of wonder on her face, cradling a small blanket wrapped bundle in her arms. She looked up and her smile widened.
"Come and meet your son Gendry." She said breathlessly.
Gendry approached the bed, grinning like a fool as he neared. The boy had a bemused expression on his face, unused to his surroundings naturally. A small tuft of jet black hair crowned the top of his head; while his eyes were the same steely grey as Arya's, his features were similar to Gendry's too.
Gendry moved his gaze from his son to his wife and smiled. "What's his name?"
Arya smiled softly back and replied. "Orys, Orys Baratheon."
"He's perfect." Gendry said at last.
Arya nodded in agreement and the two of them remained there, lost in their own world as they welcomed their son into their lives.
End of chapter and of story, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.