A/N: Hey guys, a little time jump to this chapter, you'll figure out how much right away haha. Hope you enjoy!

unnamed visitor: I imagine she would have too, he's definitely been a much better father/grandfather than he was in canon. Thanks so much for your review as always, hope you enjoy the few remaining chapters.

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Boramir: Thanks very much. Glad you enjoyed it, I could imagine them both sweating it out far too easily, so I had to write it haha. Glad you like what I've done with Tywin's character, it certainly makes a change to write him in such a light.

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Lanette hurried down the hallways of Winterfell with Jaime close behind her. She paid him little mind, her thoughts all with her daughter as she rounded yet another corner. A maid had come to inform her that Amy had gone into labour, and she had sped off at once. Jaime had lingered long enough to tell the maid to stay with Willem before he had torn after her. As she rounded the last corner she saw Catelyn rounding the one at the opposite end. They met in the middle with strained smiled, Catelyn moving to knock lightly on the door. "Come," Robb's voice called out to them, and Catelyn pushed it open at once. Amy let out a slight moan of pain as they entered, and Lanette's eyes went to her, seeing her clinging to Robb as he rubbed up and down her back.

She was loathe to expel him from the chamber, but it wasn't proper to have men in the birthing chamber, and she knew well enough that Amy would not want her husband to see the intricacies of childbirth. "Seems like your father and I came just in time," Lanette tried to keep her tone bright, not wanting to betray her underlying fear to her daughter. "Hmm," Amy half moaned in agreement, rocking back and forth as Robb continued to rub up and down her back. "Robb," Catelyn said gently, and Lanette turned her head to see her inclining her head towards the door. Robb opened his mouth, likely to protest, but Lanette spoke up before he could. "The Maester will be here soon, best you leave now," she told him, and she saw the look of regretful acceptance in his eyes. After a moment he nodded, before he turned his head towards Amy, his lips finding her cheek.

Both Lanette and Catelyn averted their eyes from his farewell, but they could still hear his words. "I have to go," he murmured, "but I will be back before you know it. I know you can do this, Amy. I love you." Lanette closed her eyes and sent a silent prayer to the mother at his words. Amy would be alright, she had to be, she had always been the most robust and boisterous girl. Even as a child. Likely it was where Aedan got his spirit from. "I love you too," Amy managed to gasp out, her final word coming out more as a moan. "Come on, come here now," Catelyn soothed, and Lanette turned to see her taking over Robb's position. Robb himself looked as though he would say something else as Amy clung to his mother, but he closed his mouth in the end and shuffled towards the door. "Someone will get you as soon as possible," Lanette assured him, and he nodded, his eyes going to Amy once more before he made his way out of the chamber.

As soon as the door closed behind him Lanette moved closer to Catelyn and Amy. "Do you want to take to your bed now, or stay upright a little longer?" Catelyn was asking, and Amy murmured something only half coherent in response before moaning out in pain again. Her knees seemed to buckle a little, and Lanette had to move quickly to help Catelyn support her weight and keep her upright. "Bed, I think," Lanette said, and Catelyn murmured her agreement. Thankfully Amy's labour had started in the morning, so they did not have to fuss over laces and undressing her. They only needed slip her robe from her shoulders to leave her in her nightdress. The maids had already come to strip back the bed, so they just propped her on either side of them and aided her to the bed.

Amy lay back against the pillows gratefully, her hands clasping to her stomach as she writhed slightly in pain again. "Oh Gods," she moaned, "I forgot how much it hurt!" Lanette hushed her gently, perching on the edge of the bed and taking one of her hands. "You've done this before, you can do it again," Lanette said firmly, using her other hand to push a few loose strands of Amy's hair back from her forehead. Her daughter met her eyes for a moment before nodding determinedly. "Oh, Maester Luwin, I was beginning to wonder where you were," Catelyn's voice caught her attention, and she turned her head to see the Maester firmly closing the door behind him. "My apologies, my ladies," he bowed his head before moving further into the room. "How long will it be?" Amy demanded of him at once.

"Do I have your permission to examine you, my lady?" Maester Luwin asked her, and she nodded her head, bending her legs into the right position as the Maester moved to the foot of the bed. Lanette turned her attention back to Amy, still hushing her gently and stroking her hand across her forehead. It had always soothed her as a child, but Lanette imagined that it might not work as well today. She could do nothing but try though. Nothing but hold onto her hand and promise her that everything will be alright. Catelyn perched herself down on the other side of the bed, setting down a bowl of water on the side table. Likely Amy would be grateful for a cold cloth on her forehead soon enough. "Well, my lady," Maester Luwin's voice drew their attention again, "I do not think it will be very long at all."

Robb sat with his head in his hands, and Jaime sat next to him wanting to do exactly the same thing. He wished he could drown out the sound of his daughter's screams but it was impossible. Part of him wanted to retreat to the other side of the castle where Aedan and Willem had been taken to be looked after by their nurses. He would hear nothing then. As it was it seemed he was frozen to the spot, sat on the cold, stone floor out in the hallway next to his good-son. He had yet to summon up any comforting words for Robb, wary of telling him that everything would be just fine when he knew first hand that it wasn't always the way. In his heart he believed that Amy would be just fine, the babies too, but in his head it was a different story. Memories tormented him.

He remembered his hand clenched tightly in Cersei's as their father stood before them pale and stony faced, his lips uttering the fateful words that their mother was gone. When he wasn't remembering that he was remembering the matron coming soaked in blood with Amy in her arms, telling him that Lanette had suffered complications. For too long he had thought she would die. He tried to remember better memories. Cersei perfectly healthy after bringing Steffon into the world. The letter from Robb that told them that Amy had birthed a healthy son and was perfectly well herself. Amy coming to tell him that he had a son of his own, and that Lanette was just fine. They were the things he needed to cling to as his daughter's agony drifted down the hallway once more. He closed his eyes and leant his head back against the wall as Robb let out a shuddering breath, his fists clenching tightly in his hair. He counted to ten, saying a silent prayer in his head.

When he opened his eyes again Robb's stance hadn't changed, his knuckles were stretched white. Jaime sighed, moving his own hand to lay between his shoulder blades. Still he had no words, but he hoped the simple touch would bring his good-son some comfort. He had been in Robb's place. He knew the sickening worry. Somehow it seemed even worse now he was listening to his own daughter in the agony of labour. Lanette had been bad enough. Amy was something else. She was his daughter, the little girl he had always promised to protect and keep from harm. That was his duty as her father. But he could do nothing to ease her pain now, and it was tearing him apart from the inside out. "I can't stand much more of this," Robb muttered under his breath, and Jaime patted his back slightly. "It always seems as though it has gone on longer than it really has," he responded, barely believing his own words.

"I can't lose her," Robb was practically rocking backwards and forwards now, and all Jaime could do was rub his hand up and down his back. "You are aware of how stubborn my daughter is, aren't you?" he tried to keep his tone light. "She will not be taken, mark my words." Robb said nothing, but he nodded rather vigorously at his words, so Jaime could only imagine that he had taken some reassuring comfort from them. "All this will be forgotten in a few days," Jaime continued determinedly, "and then you will be left wondering how in the name of the Gods you are supposed to manage three children."

"One is hard enough," Robb said, finally lifting his head from his hands. "I know," Jaime agreed, "Lana and I are lucky there is such a gap between our two." Robb snorted slightly at that, and almost smile gracing his lips. "I just want it over, to see them all well with my own eyes," Robb said, "I hate being stuck out here. I am no good out here, just sat here doing nothing of consequence."

"Amy will know you're out here," Jaime told him, "believe me, that will bring her some kind of comfort. She knows you're waiting for her, it will give her yet another thing to draw strength from. It won't be much longer, I'm sure of it."

Amy pushed once more, finally feeling her baby come free, her head collapsing back down against the pillows as she forced air through her teeth. Gods it had hurt. How did she not remember it hurting that badly with Aedan? Lady Stark instantly pressed the cool cloth to her forehead, the cold relief accompanying a spluttered cry. "Thank the Gods," Amy managed, her mother squeezing her hand tightly. "A boy, my lady," Maester Luwin informed her, and despite the pain still rolling through her she felt a surge of joy bubbling inside her, a smile coming to her lips. "He has Robb's colouring," her mother informed her, and Amy could instantly imagine a beautiful auburn topped baby. "Perfect," she managed, before moaning out in pain once more.

"I think the second is well on the way, my lady," Maester Luwin, "same again if it is not too much trouble." Amy grit her teeth at that, seeing Lady Stark take her new, bundled up son into her arms from the corner of her eye. She didn't miss the look of wonder that crossed her good-mother's face as she pushed down hard once more. "Perfect, my lady, this one will likely come more quickly," Maester Luwin told her, and she prayed he was telling the truth and not trying to coddle her. She didn't think she could take much more of this pain, it was utterly blinding. "Come on, Amy," her mother murmured as she pushed yet again, "keep this up and you will soon have them both in your arms."

Amy focused on that thought as she pushed down for a third time, Maester Luwin praising her and telling her that it would only take once more. She could do that. She could manage one more. Manage she did, squeezing her mother's hand so hard that she was surprised she hadn't broken it, and feeling another little body come from her. Again her head hit the pillow, and again the cool cloth accompanied the cry of another new born. Amy could have laughed if she had the energy. As it was, the only thing she felt able to do was pull air into her lungs. "What?" she somehow found the voice to ask. "A girl," it was the Maester who answered, "in your very image, my lady." The old Maester's tone had a hint of wonder to it, and Amy smiled, remembering that he had told her that he had never delivered twins before.

"Can I have them?" Amy asked next, struggling to push herself up against the pillows. Her mother came to her aid, and Lady Stark came forward at once with her bundled up son. She took him, drinking in his features as best she could before her attention was caught by Maester Luwin's approach. Her daughter was being offered in the next moment, her mother helping her tuck the bundle in the crook of her other elbow. Amy looked between the pair of them, barely able to believe that they were real. That she had actually managed to bring them both into the world, and still be in it herself. No matter what she had told Robb she had been afraid, afraid that she would not live to meet either of her babies. That or having to live and suffer losing one or both of them. They were so small and delicate she could scarce believe that they could exist in such a big world.

"Are they well?" she almost choked, somehow tearing her eyes from them to meet Maester Luwin's. "Perfectly formed, and perfectly healthy. They will soon grow, my lady, I have no doubt about that," he told her kindly, and she nodded her thanks, tears stinging at her eyes. She blinked them rapidly away before looking back to her babies. It seemed that she and Robb had somehow created tiny little versions of themselves. Amy wondered if even the eyes would change. Right now the two of them had identical dull blue orbs. Just as Aedan had when he had first come into the world. They would change over the next weeks, and Amy could not wait to see if they would remain identical, or if they too would end up as different as their colouring and features.

"Robb," Amy finally managed, tearing her eyes away from them both once more, after what felt like a lifetime. "I will go and tell him," Lady Stark said kindly, "perhaps your mother could inform us when you're ready to let him in?" Her mother readily agreed, and Lady Stark came forward at once to press a kiss to Amy's forehead. "Well done," her good-mother said, tears shining in her eyes, "you did perfectly, and they are an utter wonder to behold."

"Thank you for being here, again," Amy replied, "sorry if I was rude." Lady Stark laughed at that, and Amy couldn't help but smile. "A lady can be forgiven for forgetting her courtesies on her childbed. I know well enough that I forgot mine each time, something Maester Luwin can no doubt attest to," Lady Stark said in an amused tone, and it was Amy's turn to laugh. "I can indeed, my lady," Maester Luwin said in a similar tone. "I'd best tell Robb, before he has a fit and bursts in here unannounced," Lady Stark said teasingly. Amy knew her good-mother had meant it as a jape, but she imagined that Robb probably really was on the brink of letting himself in to their chambers. Gods. She could not wait to see the look on his face when she presented his two new children to him. The door clicked shut behind Lady Stark in the next moment, and Amy turned her attention to her mother.

"Thank you for being here too, I don't think I could have done it without you," Amy told her honestly, and her mother moved closer to embrace her as best she could. "I was happy to be here with you, and I am so proud of you, I do not have the words to tell you how much," her mother said, her eyes welling with tears as she pulled back from the embrace. "Thank you," Amy managed to whisper, her own eyes filling with tears. "Forgive me, ladies," Maester Luwin said slightly awkwardly, "I think it best to get Lady Amella comfortable before Lord Robb begins to get impatient."

"Robb," his name accompanied a slap on the back from his good-father, and Robb lifted his head from his hands at once. Instantly he was scrambling to his feet on seeing his mother approaching. He tried to guess what news she had from her expression, his legs almost buckling beneath him when a wide smile broke out across her face. At once his hands went to his mouth, and he closed his eyes in a silent prayer before opening them to consider his mother again. "They're alright?" he managed, and she nodded happily. "All three, perfectly well," she informed him, and he heard Ser Jaime exhale loudly in relief from just behind him. "If you wait a moment, Lanette will come once Amy's ready to receive visitors," his mother said, and all Robb could do was nod. "What are they?" he finally asked in a rather dazed manner.

"A boy came first," his mother told him, and he laughed slightly. "He is just like you, only smaller than you ever were. Then came a girl, the very image of Amy. They are just perfect, Robb." His head swam, just like that he had a new son and daughter, and his wife was perfectly fine. Exhausted, no doubt, but perfectly fine. He had no idea how he would ever find words for her when he was finally allowed in to see them, perhaps they would come to him when the news better sunk in. "Thank you, Catelyn," Ser Jaime said from behind him, "for being there with her."

"There is no need to thank me, she is my good-daughter, and I was happy to be there to witness such a miracle. Amy did wonderfully, I would tell you to be proud of her, but I know you already are," his mother said warmly, moving passed Robb to lay her hand on Ser Jaime's forearm for a moment. "Now, I will go and tell the rest of the family if you like?" she directed towards Robb, and he nodded once more. "Keep them away a while," he found his voice, "I'd like a moment first, before they all come."

"Of course," his mother smiled her understanding, and in the next moment Robb found himself in her embrace. "Would you bring Aedan first? In a while?" Robb asked her quietly. "Of course I will," she promised him, before pulling back and patting him on the cheek. Her eyes looked rather misty, and Robb blinked his own rapidly to quell the rising emotion. "I am proud of you," his mother told him, and he swallowed hard. "Thank you," he managed, nodding vigorously. She patted his cheek once more, a wistful smile on her lips, before she turned away from him and made her way down the hallway. As soon as she was gone his good-father clapped him on the back once more. "I actually think this is the worst part," Ser Jaime told him in an amused tone, "waiting for someone to come out and finally let you in to see them."

"I think you might be right," Robb agreed with him, leaning his back against the wall and taking a long breath. He closed his eyes and hoped that the minutes would tick by quickly, only opening them again when he heard the click of a door. His heart pounded more quickly when he saw his good-mother walking towards them, a smile on her face as wide as the one on his mother's had been. "Go on," she eyed Robb at once, "go and meet them." Robb stepped away from the wall, embracing her swiftly before he side-stepped her and made his way down the hallway. "Give them a moment, Jaime," he heard his good-mother murmur as he walked away, "they deserve a moment."

Robb was grateful to her for her words, all this was overwhelming enough without their family surrounding them as well. Right now he just wanted to see Amy and the babies, the rest could wait for just a little while longer. He took a deep breath when he reached the door of their chamber, trying to calm himself before he pushed open the door and let himself in. Amy looked up at once from where she was propped against the pillows. She was cradling the two bundles side-by-side on her thighs, and he made his way towards them at once. "There's that look I wanted to see," Amy told him softly as he came closer, and a half laugh escaped him. Somehow he kept himself focused on her, cupping her face in his hands before pressing a firm kiss to her lips. "You're incredible," he told her honestly, and she smiled widely at him. "Don't know what all the fuss was about," she said lightly, and he chuckled, turning himself so he could sit on the side of the bed and look down at the babies.

Gods. His mother had been right, the boy had his auburn curls, perhaps even the shape of his mouth and nose. The girl was almost exactly Amy in miniature, though Robb could swear that the nose was the same as that of her brother. The hair on her head was fine and as pale gold as Amy's. Aside from their noses, only their eyes were the same, both blinking lazily up at him with the dull blue of new born babies. "I wonder if their eyes will be different," he voiced, wanting to say a million other things but only that coming from his mouth. "I wondered the same thing," Amy said, and he reached his hands towards the babies. One found a hand of the tiny boy, and the other a hand of the tiny girl. They were so incredibly soft, just as Aedan had been, as Aedan still was. "It would be nice if they had the same eyes," he said, his voice barely more than a whisper.

"Hold them," Amy urged him, just as she had done when Aedan was born. The little girl lay closer to where Robb was sat, and so he moved to scoop her gently into his arms first. Gods, she was light, his mother had been right about them being tiny. She was utterly perfect though, her features so delicate and new. Slowly Robb bent his head until he could press a kiss to her forehead. She grunted a little in response, shifting ever so slightly in his arms. After another long moment of wondering at her he offered her to Amy, his wife taking her into her own arms obligingly. Robb moved to pick up their second son now, feeling him almost as light as his twin. If he had to guess, he would say that his son was just slightly heavier than the little girl in Amy's arms. He was still tiny though, tiny and utterly wonderful. Again, he pressed a kiss to his forehead, before shifting himself so he could join Amy in leaning back against the pillows.

"We ought to name them," Amy said, moving her head so she could lean it down against his shoulder. Robb hummed his agreement, biting gently on his lip as his eyes flickered between the babies. "I wonder…" he started, "perhaps we could name him Benjen?" His uncle was still missing, and presumed dead by the men of the Watch. His father had held onto hope for a long time, but had recently given in and agreed that it was likely that his younger brother was dead. "I like that name," Amy said softly, "and it's such a wonderful tribute to your uncle. I wish I could have met him."

"So do I," Robb said, "he had the most incredible stories." Amy's free hand came up to clench in the curls at the nape of his neck at that. "Benjen Stark it is," she said firmly, "and you can tell him all about his namesake, and tell all of them the stories he used to tell you." Robb smiled at that, his eyes fixed on his son for a long moment. "Benjen Stark," he said softly, the newly named boy shifting slightly in his blankets almost as though in response. "What about our daughter?" he asked Amy after a long moment, his attention shifting to them. "Joanna," Amy said at once, "if you are agreeable?"

"After your grandmother?" Robb asked her, and she nodded her head. "I think my grandfather would like it," she said softly, and he wrapped his free arm around her shoulders and pressed a kiss to her temple. "Then Benjen and Joanna Stark it is then," he said proudly, and she snuggled herself closer to him, both of them just wondering over their two new additions until a light knock came at the door. "Come," Robb said at once, and the door opened. For a moment he wondered who had come, but then Aedan appeared with a grin. "Papa!" he exclaimed at once, toddling towards the bed. The door closed quietly behind him, and Robb thanked the Gods for his mother and her tactfulness. "Papa, up!" Aedan demanded when he reached the side of the bed. Robb had to shift Benjen into the crook of Amy's other elbow before turning back and hauling Aedan up onto the bed.

He couldn't help but laugh as his son's eyes widened upon seeing the two babies in Amy's arms. "Mama?" his tone was quiet and questioning as he shifted in Robb's lap until he was peering over the twins. "This is your new brother and sister, Aedan," Amy told him, and Robb chuckled on seeing the utter confusion on his eldest son's face. Aedan reached his hand out towards his brother after a moment, his movement hesitant. "It's alright," Robb soothed him, and Aedan's hand came to rest on top of the baby's forehead. "You must always be gentle, Aedan," Amy said softly, "they are much smaller than you are." Aedan nodded his head, and Robb believed that he did understand. He and Amy had been teaching him the word gentle from when she had first started to show with her pregnancy.

He had known that he must always be careful around his mother's stomach, and now they only needed to apply the same rule to the two new additions. Benjen shifted slightly then, and Aedan withdrew his hand at once. Robb bit down on his lip to stop the laugh escaping, seeing Aedan eyeing Benjen suspiciously for a long moment before he moved his hand towards Joanna. This time his hand found her hand, and her little fingers flexed at his touch. Again Aedan pulled his hand back at once, and Robb wondered just how confusing this must be for him at his young age. He looked towards Robb then, as though for reassurance. "It's alright," Robb soothed him, "I'm their papa too, do you understand?" Aedan looked confused, but he crawled back to where Robb was, and he gathered him up into a tight embrace. "I think it will take him a bit of getting used to," Amy said knowingly, and Robb nodded his agreement. "I think it will take us all a bit of getting used to," he replied, and she smiled, "but, I could not be happier than I am in this moment, with all of you here safe and healthy."

A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed that! Only one chapter left. I will try and have it up by next weekend, but I always find it so hard to write the last chapter of a story. Letting go is never easy haha, but it must be done!

More when I've written it ;)

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