Arya throws herself to bed. Today has been exhausting. With her family visiting, her brothers threatening Gendry, and her mother and Sansa helping her with the wedding preparations Arya was so tired she could sleep until the next New Moon.
Except the next New Moon is her wedding and she can't sleep until then because then Gendry would have to fix everything for said wedding.
And that might be unfair.
"Scoot," Gendry moans and Arya doesn't move, "Arya, please. It's my bed."
"Our bed," Arya groans.
"Mine until next New Moon." Arya feels Gendry's hold and before she can't stop it she is being hoisted up by Gendry who quickly lays down in bed, with Arya on top of him.
Arya rubs her nose against his neck and Gendry laughs, "tickles."
"I'm sorry my brothers were so hard on you," she whispers, "I know how protective Jon can be."
"It's alright, in a moon's turn they won't have anything to complain about."
Arya sits, all her weight on the abdomen of the man she loves.
"In a moon's turn I'll be your wife," she whispers and Gendry sits.
"Aye," he kisses her softly, "I can't wait."
"Me neither," Arya says.
A couple hours later, Arya falls asleep in the arms of the man she loves, completely satisfied.