The song of fire and ice - The dragon and the wolf

"There is always hope"

-JON-
Jon wanted nothing more than to be by his queen's side, they were at least three quarters of an hour away from Dragonstone. Where is she injured? He asked. 'The arrow that pierced Drogon's leg scraped the side of her leg when it passed. Before we fell I tied my belt around her thigh to slow the bleeding and told her to stay by her dragon, I told her that I would protect her. Jon looked back at his sister... 'and that you did' he said as he looked to the ground beneath them, unaware that tears were falling from his eyes, it killed him to know that she was hurt.

Yet, he was grateful, 'thank you Arya, thank you for taking care of our queen'. I did it for you Jon, I fought for my nephew that grows in her belly, and I know that if they die, then, eventually – so will you.
She was right, his family was all that he wanted, all he's ever wanted since he left the wall. He didn't think that a wife and a child was for him – but here he is. Just then, Dragonstone appeared in the distance, fly my boy, fly home.

Drogon and Rhaegal descended on the lands of Dragonstone. She was still on her dragon, petting it as he landed next to her. Arya jumped off her dragon and Jon followed her, speed walking towards his wife, who was still on her dragon. My queen! He called as he looked at her wound, does it hurt? She looked down at him, a smile appearing on the side of her face, she nodded. Jon looked at Drogon and he crouched as low as he could so that he could get her off. Jon lifted his wife into his arms, kissed her forehead and walked her into the castle, praying that Sam is there to help more than one person he cares about today.

Daavos opened the doors, Sam walking behind him. 'Your grace, I am so...' Sam – she's hurt, I need you to help her please. Then, we need to fly to Winterfell to help Bran, Sam – the night king is defeated, winter should be over, but I don't think it is, he, he's stuck in some sort of trance, he's speaking another language, he's... Jon knew he sounded like a madman, he looked at Sam and said - Sam, please?

Sam saw the fear and worry in his brothers eyes – when will the gods give this man a damn break he thought to himself. Jon is the most overworked person he ever knew, he only ever fought for everyone else, but himself. Missandei and Grey Worm walked to Jon and their queen, 'your grace, he would is open and deep, she's lost too much blood, we need to see to her at once.
Jon looked down at his wife and realised that she was right, she had passed out in his arms, in that small amount of time from her dragon to the entrance of Dragonstone.

Give her to me your grace, I will take her, Sam, we need to hurry, my queen and her child need your assistance said Grey Worm, as he took her from his frozen king and walked at a fast pace to a clear chamber. Jon, JON said Ser Daavos, trying to get his attention, but he could not hear him, all he could do was stand there, frozen, watching his wife being carried away from him and thinking of his brothers blank, lifeless face back in Winterfell.

-SAM-
Grey Worm lay her on the bed, Missandei already beginning to treat her wound before infection set in. Gilly took off her clothes, washed her and dressed her as best she could into a gown that was easy to asses her in. Sam examined her belly and used tools to measure the baby growing inside of her. It was easy to see now that she was in fact, pregnant, and that she was at least 30 weeks along. This baby would be ready to be here within the next new moon.

Gilly smiled at Sam' assessment and let out a small sigh – she is going to be a great mother, the best! 'He is going to be a great father also, for he is kind, humble and caring' said Sam and he walked over to look at her leg. The cut was deep and true, the length of the wound was from her foot to the beginning of her knee. It was swollen, and near purple. Sam and Missandei worked hard and fast to fix their queen, so that she could wake and be with their king.

-JON-
More than two weeks passed, he sat by the side of her bed, he slept by her side, he kept checking with Sam and Missandei on the hour, he felt like an annoying, worried, obnoxious maid, he didn't care, he was a worried husband and was fine with that. Daenerys was sleeping and he was told that their child, his son was growing well and healthy. A son, he thought as he held her hand, sitting by her side, just as she did when he returned north of the wall.

A son, this is something that he did not think he ever wanted, let alone be allowed to have. The choice to have a descendant of his ancestors living again, in a life that he created brought both joy and fear to his heart. He hoped that he would do a good job, that he would be a great father, just like his father was to him. Even after all these years, he still wanted to make his father proud.

He looked at his wife and kissed her on her forehead, he then lay next to her and caressed her belly, talking and feeling him move. He was amazing, she was amazing, together, they were the best thing that ever happened to him. Jon felt his eyes heavy and he was able to see his eyelashes getting clearer and clearer with slow blinks; he decided to stop fighting rest and sleep next to his queen, his hand still resting on her belly. This was the first decent sleep he had since before he left Winterfell all those years ago. Sam ensured that they were not disturbed.

-DAENERYS-
She could feel him sleeping next to her, she moved her hand to her belly and felt his there too, their child kicking away as if his main purpose was to wake his mother. He definitely succeeded. She opened her eyes with slow blinks and saw him, breathing calmly next to her. Her heart filled with love and her leg not as sore as it was when she was on her dragon. She felt relieved, her husband and her son were alive next to her.

She wriggled her toes and fingers, it felt like she had been sleeping forever. She turned to her king and felt her son move with her in her belly, she loved that feeling, she loved carrying a baby, she would love to have more and more with her husband. This child will not be an only child. No. She decided then and there that she wants to have many with her husband- her husband that she married for love, not because she had to, not because she needed an army, but because she loved him, completely.

She caressed his face as he slept, he opened his eyes and saw her staring back at him. Finally. Daenerys smiled as he reached out and touched her face, he sat up and kissed her lips, his hand coming up and caressing her cheek. 'I was worried, so worried'. She looked at him and a smile appeared on her face. 'I know, I love you'. I love you too, more than anything, he whispered as he continued to continuously kissed her. He was so happy that she was awake.

He sat up, still kissing her, leaning over her, placing his hands on either side of her face, but being careful of their baby bump between them. It felt good to kiss her, it felt good to hold her again, it felt good to live with her, knowing that the threat of the dead was over. Just as things were about to heat up for Jon, Missandei opened their chamber door. Jon turned and sat up, same as his queen. Daenerys smiled at her most trusted advisors and best friend. Forgive me my queen, my king, but there is news from Sam in Winterfell. It concerns your brother.

Missandei, how did Sam get there? He sailed my king, alongside Greyworm and Ser Daavos. You've been asleep for four days my king. He left three nights ago, after his last examination with our queen and your child. He is due to come any day now she said as she looked at Daenerys, we are all excited to meet the son of fire and ice. Jon looked from his wife to Missandei, four days?  How could he be so reckless? Missandei walked to their bed and gave him the raven scroll. He opened it reading it to himself, his heart breaking with every word.

Sam doesn't know whats wrong with Bran, he's awake, but unresponsive, Winter is still here and Sansa, she still hasn't woken up. Jon passed her the scroll. My family is falling apart... I don't know what to do Dany, I feel so lost...

Daenerys saw the pain in his eyes, she placed the scroll on her bedside table and took his hands into hers, they both lay down on the bed, facing each other.

My love, please, don't despair, she held his hands by her chest. There is always hope. This war has taken its toll on your entire family, we all need time to heal. He looked into her eyes and realised the other news that Missandei brought. Their child was due to arrive at any moment. He smiled and kissed his queen, we are going to be parents soon my love...

She turned onto her back and placed her hands on her belly, yes. A boy. I would like to name him if that is OK with you? She turned her head and saw his face change to the request.