#baby Robb Stak

[shining-m00nlight]

5 times Catelyn didn’t think of Brandon Stark (5)

Everyone thinks she is with Ned because of Brandon but they are wrong. Fifth one is Brandon himself.

Chapter 5: Threir first baby is born. Brandon is a bit of an ass but she wont let that take aware her happiness. Again you don’t necessarily need to read the other chapters first.

When the next contraction hit it hurt more than anything she had ever experienced in her entire life.

"Push" Doctor Luwin yelled while she screamed her lungs out.

"You're doing great, my love." her stupidly calm husband tried to encourage her. It was immensely infuriating that he was this composed while her body was ripping apart.

"Shut up!!! You know what? You can push the next one out! Because I am not  doing this agaaaiin! This is all your fault! You are never touching me again after this." she yelled at him. 

"Breath Catelyn. You need the oxygen." the doctor tried to instruct her.

"Oh you shut your mouth too. I'm pushing a melon out of my vagina while ten people are watching me. I get to yell as much as I want." she now went on to scream at Luwin even though he probably didn't deserve it.

"Do you want me to leave?" Ned asked her with a guilty look on his face.

"Of course not! Don't you dare leave me while I'm giving birth to your huge baby!" she cried out and frantically tried to reach for him. Luckily she found his hands very quickly. She couldn't remember when she had let them go in the first place. 

After the contraction was over she got more frightened than angry. How could he think it was a smart idea to leave her alone right now? No human had ever had such an idiotic thought as this one. He wanted to leave her now! Why would he do that?

"Please Ned, please don't leave me alone. I'm sorry. Please stay with me. Don't leave. It hurts and I can't do this without you." she cried out and tears of pain and exhaustion were running down her face.

Ned leaned over her and pressed his lips to her forehead and pushed her wet hair out of her face, "Don't worry, my love. I won't leave you, ever. Not unless you tell me too. I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be able to do anything without you. You are so strong."

"You make me strong!" she whispered right before the next contraction hit again and she had to scream again.

She screamed so loud, she was surprised she couldn't hear glass breaking around her. She squeezed Ned's hands so hard, she was surprised that all his bones were still intact. She pushed so hard, she was surprised she didn't push her guts out alongside  her baby. Everything she did, she did with all the strength she could muster up. She was certain she would soon run out of energy and the will to go on.

She wondered how it was possible for her vagina to stretch open to the amount that was needed for a whole human to fit through there because it felt like it was going to rip apart from the inside. It must have been an hour or so before she got a little break to catch her breath again.

"Catelyn, you're doing an amazing job. It's going really well. The baby starts crowning now. Try to slow down your desire to push and maybe gently try to pant." Luwin ordered her. 

"What?" she asked through gritted teeth. "How does that make any sense? I want this to be over, not slow it down!" 

"Trying to slow down the birth will give your skin time to stretch. It could prevent tearing." One of the midwife's chimed in. Catelyn likely would have snapped at her as well if she wouldn't be distracted by the word tearing. Whoever said births were magical or a miracle had been a lying liar. Giving birth hurt, there were body fluids everywhere and she had had strangers hands on and in her vagina examining her for the last 15 hours.

She needed Ned and searched for his eyes: "I don't think I can do this. It hurts too much. I can't. Please Ned, I can't."

Ned's hands left hers and for a moment she wanted to panic but thankfully his hands were cupping her face a second later.

"Yes you can." He told her: "There is no one as strong as you. No one could bring our child into this world as fantastic as you are doing right now. I believe in you."

"Catelyn it's time to push again." the doctor interrupted Ned. 

And she did. Maybe a few minutes, maybe a few hours later she was finally done. She had delivered their baby.

Their baby was here. The baby they had been waiting for, for seven months ever since they found she was pregnant was here. She still couldn't wrap her head around it. After hours of pain, pushing and screaming she got to hold her baby in her arms. He was perfect in every way possible. She couldn't imagine that there ever was a child as beautiful as her baby. She was remotely aware of the fact that someone was pushing down on her stomach probably to get the placenta out but she was too distracted by her son.

Sprawled over her chest he looked tiny. It seemed impossible that this small human being had kicked her from the inside hard enough to be visible on the outside. Neds large hand came into her view carefully stroking over the little patches of red hair on their baby's head. She was sure her husband could hold their child in one hand. It had always amazed her of how much gentleness his hands were capable of despite their roughness. And it had never been as apparent as it was right now.

"He is perfect, Cat" Ned whispered, his voice full of awe. There was no reason for more words. No words could ever describe the feelings both parents felt but they both felt it.

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A few hours later the baby had had his first checkup, had been fed for the first time, both Cat and her baby had been cleaned up and Ned and she had decided on the name Robb.

Now the proud newly made parents were sitting on the hospital bed taking turns holding their baby. It was almost addicting and she was certain that she would never be able to get enough of it.

An hour before Ned had called their family and 5 min before had just received a text message that they had arrived. Her father had been there for the first few hours of her hospital stay but they sent him home and told everyone else not to come till the baby was actually there. There had been no reason for any of them to wait over half a day in an uncomfortable hospital waiting room.

A soft knock was at the door. The nurse that had helped her with nursing Robb for the first time stuck her head through the door, "Your family is here Mrs Stark. Would you like to see them?" 

"Yes, let them in please." Cat smiled at her. She was pretty sure she hadn't stopped smiling since the pain of giving birth had passed.

The door opened wide and their family walked in. Immediately the room was full with their fathers, their siblings and her uncle. Everyone marveled at their son and got to hold him. Lyanna declared that their choice in a name was terrible and Brandon looked like he was agreeing but everyone else politely ignored her.

Her father expressed delite in the fact that Robb shared their Tully traits of red hair and blue eyes. For a moment Cat was afraid that Rickard or Ned were disappointed that Robb shared so little of their Stark look but Rickard had just smiled at Hosters words. Ned had outright declared that his son was very lucky that he looked just like his beautiful mother. Her brother had rolled his eyes at it but it filled Cat with waves of happiness. 

They all stayed until Cat started to yawn, exhausted from the long days she had. Robb was already asleep in his crib next to her bed. After that people left one by one until only Rickard and Brandon were still in the room. Richard took Ned by his arm and pulled him out of the room into the hospital corridor. 

Brandon looked down and at the crib, "My brother is right you know? This child is lucky to have your looks and not his sombre face. This way he is way more pleasant to look at."

She frowned, "Don't be like that Brandon. Robb would be just as lucky if he had his fathers face. It is a good face. I should know, I married that face."

Brandon laughed with an ugly smile that was more of a grin on his lips he said, "And you're still happy with that kitty Cat? No regrets? Didn’t wish you were still with me instead of the replacment you found? Didn't think about me or my babies while being pregnant? I'm just saying our kids wouldn't have to worry about inheriting an ugly face."

"How dare you Brandon! How dare you say something like this? Get out! Get out now. For your information I didn't waste one single thought on you the whole 9 months or any months before that. And I don't want to see you here anymore if you insult my husband and my future babies." She told him in a dangerously low tone. She didn't want Ned or his father to hear her but she would not tolerate anyone insulting her husband and ruining any part of their happiness. Not today, not ever.

Brandon left the room after this and went home with his father. Normally she still got on well with Brandon. He had an easy going personality and he was funny but everytime he was reminded of the fact that his little brother ended up with his ex fiance he became an ass and made Ned into the butt of his cruel jokes. It always made her blood boil instantly but she didn't intend to think about it anymore today. Not when there were so many things to be grateful for today.

Fortunately Ned returned to her pretty much the second Brandon went out of the room. She asked what his father had wanted from him and her husband told her his father had just wanted to let him know that he is very proud of Ned. She didn't quite manage to keep the smirk of her face and her eyebrows in place but it was just very like the Starks to keep their feelings and emotional outbursts as private as possible.

Ned climbed into bed with her so he could hold her in his arms. There was no place safer than Ned's arms. The feeling of his chest at her back and his beard on her neck made her float into a deep sleep. A well needed sleep.

No Brandon occupied her mind, only Ned.

[shining-m00nlight]

A little Robb & Ned drabble:

He had gotten the message that he had a son at the same time he was told that he lost his wife. Both of those things seemed to be so far away at that moment that Ned couldn't really grasped the meaning of either of these messages.

 

But now that a maid had handed him his son and showed him how to hold his little head, he started to understand. Robb awoke from his sleep and opened his eyes. 

 

Ned just stared at him with the most udder fascination and took a deep breath and told him: “You are the love of my life. Everything I have and everything I am is yours, forever.”

 

Ned leaned forward and kissed Robbs forehead. Carefully not to disturb him from his peaceful state he stroked Robbs little head with his thumb, his little patches of red hair and his rosie cheeks. 

 

Ned couldn't believe he was responsible for creating such a perfect human being. Robb was perfect and Robb was his. 

 

Sadly his alone.

 

Ned hadn't known his wife when he married her and he hadn't known her much better when he left Riverrun, both of them stuck in grieve and unsure of what's to come. Still Ned mourned for her deeply, not for himself but for Robb. His son would grow up to never know his mother. To never see the person that gifted him his hair and his eyes. 

 

Ned also mourned for the potential of his marriage. His wife had seemed like a good and kind person, who was devoted to her family and to her people. The people of Riverrun also mourned the death of the oldest daughter of their Lord.

 

The quiet wolf tried to concentrate on his son and on the happy feelings his little face gave him. He tried to not get crushed by the weight on his shoulders. 

 

For a moment he had had a little family again but now even this one was broken by death. He wouldn't ride to Winterfell to rebuild a broken home. Ride home with his new wife and son and fill it with more happy children. 

 

He would ride to Winterfell with two motherless children, forced into a role he wasn't prepared for, with Lords already waiting to throw their daughters at him and urge him to remarry and no one to be by his side.

 

But Ned knew he needed to be strong even more so than before he needed to be strong for Benjen, for Winterfell, for the whole North and now most importantly for his son. His son couldn't be strong himself yet so Ned has to be for both of them.  He has to teach him strength and what it means to be a Lord and Ned knew, how he will rule the North and how he will teach his son will determine his sons rule and his life.

 

He couldn't fail!