#and there's a snapping turtle and toaster next to the bath

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also speaking of animal crossing i love that my houses bathroom is built like how children think things should work. why is there a spider crab in the corner? well duh shes guarding the bathroom from intruders! why do you have a tv right next to the tub? well so that you can watch tv while bathing. there's also a warp pipe for easy exit/entrance :)

[sansa-of-oldstones]

Jonsa Spring Challenge - Day 5: BABIES

I am so sorry this took so long. Work and sickness kicked my ass this week. I am finished with this story, though! Thank you to everyone who has read! I’ll post the next chapters after I post this.

Part 5

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Part 2

Part 1

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The manual in front of her is completely useless. Useless. They have been in the nursery all afternoon, attempting to put furniture together. It is not going well.

“How important is a crib?” Jon let’s the parts he is struggling to assemble fall to the ground in frustration.

“I don’t know, Jon.” Sansa snaps. Pregnancy has made her extra snappy. Sitting on the floor is not comfortable, and she’s hungry. “Do you sleep on the floor, or on a bed?”

“On a bed.” He answers, sheepishly.

“I’m sorry.” She sighs, massaging her belly. The Braxton Hicks contractions had started around the time the morning sickness finally pissed off. Growing Baby Snow has not been easy. It’s been exhausting. She doesn’t know how her mother went through it five times, but seeing that sweet, little face on ultrasound makes it worth it. “I’m tired, and I’m sore, and I’m hungry, and he’s lying against my spine like it’s a chaise lounge.”

They found out months ago that they’re having a little boy, but they still haven’t been able to settle on a name.

“Let’s take a break.” Jon decides, standing up.

“From what?” Sansa stares up at him. “We haven’t gotten anything done.”

“I can call in reinforcements.” Jon shrugs. She doesn’t want to do that. She wants to have the nursery ready for the baby. She doesn’t want to ask her family for help.

“We’re terrible parents.” Sansa pouts. “We can’t even set up his nursery.”

“It takes a village...” He holds his hands out to help her off the floor.

“Our village would never let us live it down.” She takes his hands, and he pulls her up. A twinge rolls through her abdomen, and she squeezes his hands.

“That was a bad one.” Jon notices. “Are you timing them?”

“Trying to.” The supposedly fake contractions had grown more regular throughout the afternoon. They were lasting longer, and getting more intense. It’s part of why she was determined to finish the nursery. “They’re different.”

“A go to the hospital different?”

“I don’t know.” She honestly doesn’t. Ghost brushes against her leg, and rubs his face against her belly. She pats his head. The German Shepherd has always been protective of her, but it’s been bordering on ridiculous since she’s been pregnant. “Let’s see if walking helps.”

Ghost darts out of the room, and they hear his paws run down the stairs.

“You said w-a-l-k.”

“I didn’t mean a Ghost w-a-l-k.” Sansa laughs, and he runs back up the stairs, having heard his name. He stares at them from the doorway. Another pain hits her, and she braces herself against the changing table that Robb and Margaery had given them already put together. It and the rocking chair from her parents are the only functioning pieces of furniture in the room.

“If you have more that close together, we’re going.” Jon rubs her back lovingly.

“Okay.” She agrees, straightening out to leave the room. She feels a warm trickle down her leg, followed by another contraction. The trickle turns into gush, soaking her pants. She’s pretty sure her water just broke. “We should go.”

“Yeah, those were really close together.”

“I think my water broke.” She flourishes her hand over her pants.

“Oh.” He notices, trying to hide the panic in his voice. “When Baby Snow decides he wants to be born, he really decides he wants to be born.”

“Nothing is ready.” Sansa sighs, walking to their bedroom.

“Untrue.” Jon finds the hospital bag while she changes. “His little clothes are all clean, and organized by size. He has enough diapers to last him months. There’s a changing table to change him on, a rocking chair to rock him in, and a bassinet for him to sleep in when he comes home. Oh, and the baby bath. He also has a cute baby bath, with turtles on it.”

“I still don’t feel ready.” Sansa admits, sitting on the bed. Ghost rests his head on her lap. She wishes she could take their dog with them. He has a very calming presence.

“I don’t think we will.”

“He doesn’t have a name.”

“It’ll give us something to talk about while we’re waiting for him to be born.” Jon pats Ghost on the back, and shoulders the hospital bag.

“Good, I’m sure I’ll be bored to tears.” He helps her stand, and familiar nausea makes her groan. “Why do I feel like I did when I had morning sickness?”

“The books said that can happen.”

“I thought we had a deal?” She looks down at her belly. “No more making me throw up. If I throw up you are grounded.”

“It isn’t his fault.” He places a hand on her stomach. He feels the difference too. She can tell by his face. Her belly is lower, more toned. Baby Snow would be here very soon. “We should bug out. I don’t want to have to deliver my own son.”

“Bug out?” Sansa giggles, leaning on the bannister, following Jon closely down the stairs.

“You’re telling me quintessential grumpy veteran Ned Stark never used that phrase?”

“Maybe when the kitchen caught on fire.”

“I forgot about that.” Jon laughs, squeezing one of Ghost’s toys before tossing it onto his bed in the living room. This usual cue for Ghost to go to his bed fails. “Robb tried to make grilled cheese in a toaster.”

“And whose idea was that?” Sansa leads Ghost over to his bed, as he is refusing to leave her side.

“I said it was a terrible idea!” Jon laughs, grabbing his keys. “He’s the idiot that wanted to try it.”

“He put the toaster on the highest setting, because he wanted it to be crispy.” Sansa remembers, closing her eyes, and trying to not think about the pain and nausea. She rubs her belly, and realizes soon she wouldn’t have a reason to. She tells Baby Snow, “Don’t get any ideas.”

“It was crispy, alright.” Jon jokes, crouching down to pet Ghost. “Be good, boy. I’ll be home to check on you.”

“He’s excited to meet Baby Snow too.”

Fortunately, the ride to the hospital is short. Baby Snow is born within an hour of arriving to the labor and delivery floor. She had been in labor all day, and it’s a good thing they got to the hospital when they did.

He looks like Rickon when he was born, Sansa thinks, except his hair is dark like Jon’s. Jon dotes over them, and sends a picture to their family and friends.

“He has the nurses wrapped around his tiny finger already.” Jon tells his mother on the phone. “One said he’s the most beautiful baby she’s ever seen. Sans, Mom sends her love. They’ll be by in the morning.”

“We should probably name him before his grandparents do.” Sansa strokes Baby Snow’s cheek, and he opens his eyes.

“You know what would make the grandparents very happy.”

She knows what he is suggesting. Jon is suggesting going the traditional route, and naming Baby Snow after a grandparent. It’s nearly impossible to choose which one, though.

“I do know.” She gazes down at Baby Snow thoughtfully. “Is he a Ned or an Arthur?”

“Well, he’s already getting Snow from my Dad, technically.” Jon shrugs. “Maybe we should go with Ned.”

Her father has always preferred his nickname to his given name, and so do they.

“They’ve all been amazing.” Sansa reminds him. “If we’re going with Ned, Arthur should be his middle name. He’d have the same middle name as you. I like that.”

“I do too.” Jon pulls his chair closer to the bed, and kisses her forehead. She hands him little Ned, and enjoys seeing Jon bond with his newborn son. “It’s a good name. Happy birthday, Ned! I might slip, and still call you Baby Snow.”

“Me too.” Sansa smiles at them, leaning back against her pillow. She closes her eyes, and falls into a peaceful sleep feeling very lucky.

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