It was dark now, storm clouds had gathered in the late afternoon sky. Jon recalled to that night, their first night together. The following many nights they had spent together, they always talked afterwards, they had so many things to tell. He had told her about his time at the Wall and beyond it; but the detailed, smaller stories could be discussed later. She had told him of the Dothraki sea and the house with the red door. They had talked about their parents, their families, and the lost love. It was an odd feeling for the both of them, to be jealous of corpses. Jon had jokingly said "If Drogo had lived, I wouldn't have had the pleasure to call you my queen" only to freeze with guilt when Dany became solemn. Moments later she quipped, "And I wouldn't have met you, my king".
Their time together was happiness, they had found home in each other. However, every time they were alone, the dread would set in. Dany woke up from nightmares about Drogo's comatose body rotting away beyond the wall, and slowly transforming into Jon's frozen corpse, now being swallowed by Viserion. Ygritte's lifeless form clutched in his arms, the knife wounds still fresh on his chest, Jon often thought about how many times had he been lucky to live, and for how much longer can he hold back death. Ghost, Rhaegal and Drogo seemed to notice. Drogo refusing to let Dany on his back if she showed up particularly disturbed at an odd time of the day, but letting her on if she was crying. Rhaegal didn't fly as much, and would always be found in Jon's vicinity. Ghost refused to leave Jon's side, and had taken a habit of sleeping in their bed. This went on, the animals never letting Jon and Dany be alone, untill something peculiar happened.
Dany was already asleep, climbing into bed, Jon waited for Ghost to come up. Instead, he walked to Dany's side, sniffed her, and sat there. Now he had started sleeping on the floor, Dany would step on him the first thing in the morning. No one gave it much thought. But the peculiarity escalated-Drogo wouldn't fly higher or faster, Rhaegal tried to snuggle to Dany, and Ghost became a constant presence around her. Jon joked that the queen had stolen his friend. One day Dany mentioned all of this to Missandei, who commented that animals, particularly the clever ones like dragons and direwolves, notice when a person is going through changes without external signs. And then it hit Dany-she hadn't bled in two months. She hadn't paid much attention due to the war, and because she never believed it could happen.
Now, months after, Jon was outside while a group of people attended to Dany. Sansa and Missandei were in the room, while Arya and Grey Worm stood right outside the doors. Davos, Tyrion and Varys were trying their best to calm him. But he couldn't be calmed, her words ringing in his ears "What if the child never comes? Worse, what if it's a monster?". Jon had assured her again and again, but he was worried-not for the child, for the woman he loved. He was worried what would happen to her if her fears came true. He had to be strong, for her.
Dany's cries and scream grew louder and louder, untill they stopped, giving way to the cries of an infant. Jon didn't wait and burst into the room. He caught a glimse of her tired but happy face before he was pushed out by Sansa. Minutes later, Sansa emerged into the hall, a newborn in her arms-his daughter. Her light brown hair was soft as silk, and her brown eyes stared into him. Now he knew what he would have missed had he not been betrayed by his own brothers. He took the baby and moved to see his wife. He couldn't bear to be away from any of them. When he entered the room, Ghost was standing next to the bed and Dany was stroking his fur. He sniffed Jon once, then the baby, and left the room.
There she was-the woman he loved, the mother of his child. She was admiring him, holding on to their daughter.
"I thought she might need her mother."
"Her mother cannot feed her, what kind of mother am I?"
"We will get a wet nurse."
"Will we be able to do this, bring her up? We didn't have the most ideal of childhoods."
"No we did not. But we can teach her so many things. And we'll learn as she learns."
"I have heard that you cannot know how to raise a child untill you have to raise one."
"We will have help of course. But most importantly, we are together."
