A/N: Right, this was meant to be up yesterday, but my internet decided to throw a wobbly! Anyway, it seems to be behaving now, so here we are - hope you enjoy!

unnamed visitor: Thank you! I'm glad you're happy, and I can tell you that some of what you're looking forward to will happen in this chapter. Oh yes, things with Jon are getting interesting, and Elia certainly knows what she wants! I'm glad you liked Steffon's gift, I think he showed great compassion towards Robb with it, and things between the two of them are definitely far warmer than they were before.

Guest: Thank you!

Boramir: Thank you! Haha, no, I'm not quite that mean to leave you hanging like that. You will certainly see Tywin's reaction very soon, and Robb is indeed in for a surprise. Jon is getting on just fine in Dorne, despite the culture shock. Yeah, Steffon still has a bit of work to do to get a council he trusts, but I'm sure Tywin will steer him in the right direction.

Guest: Thank you! I certainly hope to.

Right-ho folks, on we go!

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Surprise

Jaime paced up and down for what felt like forever, seeing Amy grinning at him every time he glanced in her direction. Just as he was about to go mad with longing his daughter spoke up. "Shall I see if they're ready yet?" she asked him sympathetically and he let out a relieved sigh. "Yes," he said almost exasperatedly, "please." She merely smiled knowingly before moving back to the chamber door, knocking lightly before poking her head around. "Father is getting restless," he heard her say in an amused tone, but he could not make out Lanette's response. Amy pulled her head back in the next moment, and raised a brow at him. "Well come on then!" she laughed at him. "Get in there!"

He didn't need telling twice, Amy just about getting herself out of the way as he hurried passed her and into his and Lanette's bedchamber. What was waiting for him took his breath away, his heart seemingly coming to a stop in his chest. Her hair was tangled around her shoulders. Her brow was still clammy and she looked more exhausted than he had ever seen her. Her eyes were bright and shining, and there was a beaming smile on her face as she cradled their son in her arms. Jaime had never seen her look more beautiful. "You," he managed, not even knowing what his next words would be. "I know you've had to be patient," she said in an amused tone, "but I delivered your heir to you in the end."

"You are the best thing that ever happened to me," he found the words, and she bit down on her trembling lip in response. "You will have me crying again," she warned him, laughing shakily as he finally crossed to the bed. "Honestly," she continued, "it is meant to be him wailing, and yet I cannot seem to stop and he is as good as gold."

"Unlike his sister," Jaime added, and Lanette laughed again. "She wasn't so bad, Jaime. Besides, he has only been here mere minutes, he has plenty of time ahead to drive us to distraction," she was almost cooing at the end, her fingers whispering against their son's cheek. Jaime finally looked at him, staring down on their little wonder that they had given up hope of having so many years ago. He was as fair as Amy had been, his eyes huge and blue just the same. He vaguely wondered if they would turn Lannister green as hers had never quite seemed to. "You know I was happy with just Amy, don't you?" Jaime questioned Lanette as he sank down onto the side of the bed. "But now he is here…" he shook his head, "now he is here I cannot help but feel like our family is finally complete."

"I know, Jaime," she said soothingly, her free hand coming to find his. He laced his fingers tightly with hers before he leant in and pressed a kiss to her lips. "I love you so much," he breathed when he pulled back from her. "I love you too," she returned, and he could see tears welling in her eyes again. "Our boy," he said wonderingly as he pulled back further to look down on him. "Wants his papa," she said quietly, offering their son into his arms. Jaime took him gladly, cradling him carefully and remembering back all those years ago when he had held Amy like this. His emotions then had been torn in every which way. This time he only felt joy, but the tug of pure love he had for the baby in his arms was just as strong as it had been then. "Thank you, Lana," he said quietly, and her hand came to rest on the blankets as he rocked their son gently.

"He was worth the wait, don't you think?" she smiled widely at him, and he could only nod in response. "Thank the Gods for you, for both of you," he said wonderingly, a wide smile twitching at his lips as his son yawned, his little fists stretching up above his head. "He really is as good as gold," he chuckled slightly, watching as the baby took a great shuddering breath before his eyes fluttered closed. "Then he will need a golden name, you know your father will be unimpressed with anything that is not strictly Lannister," Lanette rolled her eyes at him and he chuckled. "Likely you are very right, are there any you think you can tolerate?" Jaime asked her, and she smiled at him. "Actually, there is one that I rather like, if you approve," she replied.

"After what you have just been through, I will agree to anything," he told her honestly, and she raised her brows at him. "Really?" she asked him pointedly. "Anything?" Jaime smiled slightly at that, his eyes still fixed on his boy. "Perhaps not quite anything," he conceded, lifting his eyes to her and seeing her smile widely. "What about Willem? Your father cannot deny that that is a Lannister name," she suggested, and he bit down on his lip, looking between her and the sleeping baby in his arms. "Willem," he repeated, "Willem son of Jaime, heir to Casterly Rock. I approve."

"Good," Lanette leant forwards and pressed her lips to his again, "then we are agreed?" He nodded his head at her question, and she smiled widely. "We are agreed," he confirmed, "Willem Lannister it is."

Jon opened his eyes with a start, not sure whether he was dreaming or whether Elia really was in his bed, straddling his lap in the flimsiest nightgown he could imagine and gazing down on him with an amused expression on her face. "You're a deep sleeper," she said teasingly, her hands coming to rest on his bare stomach before she allowed them to travel slowly up his chest. "Honestly, I thought you would never wake up, though…I must confess, I did rather enjoy it when you said my name," she smiled wickedly at him, and he blinked stupidly. "Elia?" he stared up at her, and her grin widened. "That's the one," she said, cocking her head to one side before raking her nails gently down his chest. Her action made him shudder, and arch his hips beneath her despite himself.

He could feel himself blushing, and she moved one of her hands to whisper a finger down his cheek. "None of that," she whispered, "Gods…you blush like a maid, just listen to your body Jon." As she spoke she rocked her own hips back and forth and he barely suppressed a groan. He knew he was rock hard in his breeches, and he wasn't sure how he was supposed to deny her. "Gods, I have never had a man be this reluctant before," she giggled slightly, "what's the matter, do you not want me?" He was shaking his head before he could stop himself. "Of course I do," he told her, and she bit down on her bottom lip. "Then have me," she whispered, before moving her hands to tug up her nightdress.

He snatched her wrists before she could pull it up and over her body. "What is it?" she asked him in surprise, and he swallowed hard. "If you take that off, I fear I might just lose myself," he confessed to her, and she smiled again. "Jon, that is exactly what I want. Why else do you think I came here, in the dead of night, to your chambers?" her brow was raised and her head was cocked to one side. He had no words for her, loosening his grip on her wrists. "You have a firm grip," she told him teasingly, "I like that in a man."

"I…" he started, trailing off as she peeled her nightgown up over her head and tossed it away from her. Gods she was glorious, her beautiful olive skin and the glossy dark waves that tumbled down her back. Every inch of her was smooth, and ever so soft looking. And her breasts. Gods her breasts, they were firm and peaked and looked just the perfect size for his hands. Her hips were rounded to perfection and her waist slim and defined. Why in the name of the Gods did a woman like her want to trouble herself to come to his bed? Jon had no idea, and part of him was still convinced that this was some kind of dream. "I've never done this before," he blurted out, and her eyes widened in surprise. Oh Gods. What had he said that for? Likely she would change her mind now that he had told her he had no experience with women. How would he ever please her?

"Do you want to do it with me?" she asked him, and for the first time her tone was deadly serious. He swallowed hard. This was against everything he had ever promised himself, but Gods…she was perfection, and the rules weren't the same here in Dorne. Everyone kept reminding him of that. Slowly he nodded his head, and she smiled in a reassuring manner at him. "I will guide you," she breathed, as she lowered her body down against his, kissing her way up from his navel towards his chest. His breathing accelerated as she kissed further up his body, and he could feel the firmness of her breasts rubbing against his skin as she made her way to his neck. She left light kisses all along his jaw, stopping at the crease of his mouth. "You can touch me Jon," she whispered, "you can touch me wherever you want."

Before he had a chance to react her lips were on his, and he twisted his tongue with hers as she deepened it at once. Slowly he moved his hands to her hips, before he lightly traced them up and along her waist, up towards her breasts. He hesitated when he reached them, but she hummed into his mouth and he took it as encouragement, cupping them gently and beginning to tenderly massage them. She hummed again at that, rocking her hips against his, her action only serving to remind him how hard he was. Slowly Elia's hands made their way down his chest and stomach until they reached the laces of his breeches. If he were not already terrified and impatient simultaneously already, then he was as she slowly began to unlace him.

When she freed his length he couldn't help but groan into her glorious mouth, feeling her soft touch wrap around him, before she whispered her fingers along the length of him. She pulled away from their kiss in the next moment, a wicked little smile playing about her lips. "Gods, I am going to enjoy you," she practically purred, and he almost exploded right there and then. She shifted her body up higher above his in the next moment, and he swallowed hard, his hands slowly trailing back down to settle on her hips. He stared up at her in wonder as she moved her glorious body until he could feel the warmth between her legs pressing against the tip of his length. She smiled ever so sweetly at him, bracing her hands against his chest as she slowly sank down onto him. He breathed in sharply, having never imagined how good it would feel to be surrounded completely by a woman.

She was gloriously warm, and it felt as though she were made to wrap around him, to envelop him completely. A sigh of what he could only describe as contentment came from her as she took all of him in. They were still for a moment, before Elia slowly began to roll her hips back and forth, her eyes finding Jon's as she moved herself above him. He was hypnotised by the way her body moved each time she rolled pleasure through his body. When she threw her head back and moaned throatily he could not help but devour the curve of her neck and the sweat beading along her collarbone and between her breasts. The two perfect mounds bouncing irresistibly as she increased her pace slightly. Tentatively Jon began to rock his own hips up to meet her timing, and she let out a groan of satisfaction at his action.

"Yes," she hissed, one of her hands travelling down his arm to find his hand. She took it in her own, meeting his eyes again as she guided it between her legs. His eyes were wide as she took control of his fingers, and he was overwhelmed at feeling her so aroused for him. Slowly she guided his fingers, teaching him silently what to do to please her. Jon could only follow her instruction, rolling two of his fingers over the little bud she had guided him to, a cry of unmistakeable delight leaving her mouth as he did so. "Yes, like that, more," she commanded him, her voice breathless and wanton and almost begging. He obeyed her, continuing to rub against that little bud as her hips rocked faster. "More!" she commanded him, her voice sounding almost pained now, and again he obeyed. She was panting hard now, and her nails were digging into his chest as she rocked her hips at an almost furious pace.

Jon growled out in sheer pleasure as he began to feel her tightening around his length. She was shaking now, and her lips were begging with him, pleading with him as she moaned out in incoherent pleasure. Her thighs twitched, and her whole body seemed to spasm as she tightened unbearably. Jon could take no more, and he spilled himself inside her clenching warmth as she let out one final cry of utter satisfaction before she collapsed down against his sweat drenched chest. Her own body was slick against his as she panted against him, his hand running slowly up and down her spine. His own breathing was ragged, and his head was spinning from the pleasure he had just encountered. "El," he whispered her name in wonderment, and she raised her head to meet his eyes. He could see her own were glazed in pleasure as she smiled wickedly once more. "Well, well Jon," she said breathlessly, "are you quite certain you have never done that before?"

Tywin called for the visitor to come in distractedly, he was busy finalising arrangements for the traitors to be dealt with. "A letter my lord," the squire told him, and he spared the boy a glance and a curt nod. "Leave it," he replied, and Tywin could only assume he had done as he was told as he heard the door click shut in the next moment. He signed the bottom of the document that detailed Renly's treasons and the sentence of execution. Steffon would have to sign it later. Tywin was not looking forward to that. As angry as the boy was, he knew damn well that he would struggle with sending his own uncle to the block. It was all he could do though. Plotting the murder the queen and her unborn child was reason enough, before his plans to usurp the throne were even taken into consideration. Renly had to die, it was the only way. The people were calling for his head as well. Steffon would sign it, Tywin had no doubt.

The Tyrells were another matter entirely. Mace would die, he was simple enough, Margaery had said enough to damn her father and Mace had once again proven how stupid he was by not keeping his mouth shut in his cell. He had admitted far too much in his desperate bids to make a deal. What he wanted was the option of exile, or the Wall. Tywin had openly laughed when he had suggested the Wall, it was half tempting to let him take the black. He would not last a week. If the cold didn't get to him first then he imagined wildlings still would. Or Ned Stark if the idiot was foolish enough to desert. But no, it was too much of a mercy to allow him to live, Mace would die along with Renly. The trouble was with Olenna and Loras.

Olenna denied everything, naturally, and even though Tywin knew that Mace was far too stupid to come up with such a plan without her, there was no evidence. Margaery would say nothing against her grandmother, and nor would she against her brother. The only thing they truly had against Loras was the fact that he had reached for his sword in the throne room. He was stopped though, and when pushed on it he would deny that he was going to pull it against Steffon, claiming he was going to draw it against Renly for his betrayal. It was nonsense of course, but they could prove nothing. Even his marriage to one of the Storm lords' daughters didn't prove anything. Tywin sighed heavily, an idea creeping into his head. He may not be able to punish Loras by law, but…

He almost laughed. He would send the boy back to the Stormlands to live with his wife. That ought to be punishment enough for him. Stannis could keep an eye on him then, and Tywin had no doubt that the new lord of Storm's End would have one eye on the Tyrell boy at all times. Olenna could not be allowed to return to Highgarden, her decision to flee with Mace pointed to her guilt, that was enough at least to keep her under house arrest. She would be kept here, at the Capitol. In comfort but still under guard. It was more merciful than she deserved, but it could cause untold damage to have her publically executed. She was an old woman, the people would feel sympathy for that reason alone. And the Gods only knew what damage she would cause with her final words. No. They seemed to be his only options, he would have to get Steffon to agree to them but he was hopeful he could persuade him. His grandson just wanted all of this over with, and Tywin couldn't blame him.

He sighed, massaging his temples for a moment before he remembered the letter. The squire had left it sitting on the edge of his desk and he reached for it, turning it over and recognising his own seal on the back. From the Rock no doubt. He tried to think in his head whether enough time had passed for it to be news of Lanette and the baby. His fingers trembled as he broke the seal, Jaime's erratic scrawl greeting him at once. It took one sentence for him to realise his son's untidy writing came because he was happy, and with damn good reason. He had a healthy son and Lanette had suffered no complications. Tywin closed his eyes, thanking the Gods he barely believe in. Had it been bad news he knew he would have to have ridden for the Rock at once.

Jaime would not have coped. Amy would not have coped. What he would have been able to do he didn't know, but he knew he would have had to have been there. Thankfully all was well, a perfectly healthy boy. He smiled widely, his hands still shaking as he read through the rest of the letter. Most was just Jaime's happy ramblings, but he eventually got around to informing him of the name of his new grandson. Willem Lannister. He smiled. Jaime and Lanette had chosen a non-family name for Amy, but he was glad that they had chosen something traditionally Lannister for their son. He would one day be Lord of the Rock after all. Many years from now, if the Gods were good. Tywin slowly lay the letter down on his desk and brought his hands up to his face. He just needed a moment. A moment to compose himself before he set about writing them back a letter of congratulations.

Robb arrived to another rather quiet courtyard, and he frowned, wondering what could have possibly happened at the Rock. He dismounted and made for the steps of the keep, his good-father hurrying out as he did so. "You're here," Ser Jaime had a smile on his face that told Robb nothing untoward had happened. "I am indeed, it's quiet here," Robb noted, and his good-father grinned even more. "There was quite the feast last night, to celebrate…but of course you won't know, Lana had the baby. A healthy boy; Willem Lannister." Robb had never heard anyone sound so proud in his life, and he couldn't help but smile. "Congratulations," he said, and Ser Jaime stepped forward and embraced him. Robb was so surprised he could do nothing but hold him back for a moment. "Thank you," his good-father said when they broke apart, "I won't keep you any longer, I think Amy is in her chambers – the same you were in last time."

It was Robb's turn to thank him then, clapping him on the shoulder before he hurried up the steps and into the keep. He would go and offer his congratulations to his good-mother and see the baby later, right now he wanted to see his own wife, and hold his own son. After practically sprinting up the stairs he ran down the hallways, Grey Wind clacking his way behind him, as he thankfully took all the right turns and finally found himself in front of the closed door. He turned to his wolf, "you stay here," he told him, to which Grey Wind looked at him mournfully. "Don't look at me like that, you can see them soon, just give me a minute," he told his wolf, and if he didn't know any better he would have sworn he rolled his eyes. As it was he huffed loudly and settled down on his haunches to wait.

Robb turned back to the door, taking a deep breath before he quietly let himself inside, closing it behind him. The living area was deserted, but he could see Amy and Aedan's things scattered about the place. He weaved around the toys left on the floor and made his way to the bedchamber. The door stood ajar and he pushed it open, making his way inside to be greeted by a sight that warmed his heart. Both of them were sleeping in the middle of the bed, Amy with her body curled around Aedan's as he slept as he always did with his arms thrown above his head. Robb moved closer to the perfect sight, unable to keep the smile from his face. Gods he had missed them, the pair of them. More than he ever imagined he could miss anything or anyone.

Aedan's fingers twitched in the next moment, and his bright eyes fluttered open. He took a huge, shuddering breath on seeing Robb, and he blinked slowly for a long moment. Robb held his breath, his son's next action sending relief flooding him as he reached both his hands up to him. He obliged at once, scooping Aedan up from the bed and holding him close to his chest, kissing him repeatedly on the head. "By the Gods, I have missed you," he murmured to his son, breathing in that perfect scent of him once more. Aedan allowed him to hold him tightly for several minutes, but inevitably he made a noise of irritation that had Amy stirring in the bed. Robb hushed him, moving to the cradle and depositing him in it where he sat wide eyed, glancing about the room.

Quickly Robb moved to snatch up what toys he could see lying around, dropping them into the cradle with his son and hoping he would be kept occupied for a few minutes while he greeted Amy. She was definitely rousing from her sleep now, and Robb moved to the bed, moving himself so he was sat at her side before he ran his hand along her cheek and into her hair. Amy hummed slightly, her eyes blinking slowly open before widening at once on seeing him. "Robb?" she whispered, and he nodded his head. "Am I dreaming?" she asked him, and this time he shook his head, shifting himself down so he could press his lips to hers. She kissed him back softly for a long moment, before she pulled back, her hand coming to his cheek and an almost nervous look in her eyes.

"What is it?" he asked her in concern and she bit down on her lip. "I have something to tell you," she said quietly, "lay down next to me." He obliged her, wondering what news she had for him, his heart beating a little faster than usual. She moved the thin blanket she had about her slightly down her body, her hand finding his and moving it to settle on her stomach. He frowned, and she gazed at him intently. "Are you?" he whispered, wondering if he was imagining the slight roundness of her under his touch. "I am," she whispered back, a wide smile on her face. Seeing that was enough for him, knowing that she was happy despite her previous wish not to have any more children until they were back at Winterfell. He leant in and kissed her again, feeling her fingers threading through his hair as his hand splayed out over her stomach. How had she changed so much already? She tugged on his hair lightly, pulling her lips back from his again and gazing at him, that nervous look back in her eye. "The Maester said everything is well," she told him, to which he smiled happily, "with both of our babies," she continued meaningfully, and his eyes widened.

"Both?" he repeated, his voice barely louder than a whisper. "Both," she confirmed, "you have a lot to answer for, Robb Stark, putting twins in me." She tried to sound stern but he could hear the amusement and sheer joy in her tone as he laughed out in disbelief. Twins. By the Gods. He had no words yet, so he settled for wrapping her up in his arms and rolling onto his back so he could cradle her tightly against his chest. He pressed kisses to the top of her head and she sighed out in satisfaction against him. "I love you, you know?" he finally murmured, and she nodded. "I love you too, you know?" she returned and he smiled widely. "However you cannot entirely blame me for this," he said teasingly, "since twins run on your side of the family."

A/N: Hope you all enjoyed! More for you next weekend!

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