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“I’m yours…”
“You’re mine, Brienne.” He peaks as he nuzzles her neck, taking in her scent. Jaime wishes time would stop at that moment. He rests his head on her chest, allowing his body to cuddle right next to her side as he caresses her belly. She places her hand on his hair as she closes her eyes and also strokes his arm.
They sleep.
In the morning, after they get ready to go back to the trial, Jaime keeps looking at her and smiling. He cannot help the feeling in his heart, something telling him he is happy right now and nothing can change that. As she drives, Brienne notices his glances, and it makes her shy when she remembers how eagerly they made love the previous night. Her cheeks blush and she thanks God as she sees the entrance to the courthouse parking lot. We’re here…
As they get into the courtroom and the judge opens the session, Roose Bolton is called to testify. The prosecutor begin asking him about his involvement with the case, and then about the authenticity of the e-mail presented on the previous day by the defense. Bolton denies those e-mails were sent by him, and Oberyn Martell shows the jury a report confirming Roose Bolton’s e-mail account had been hacked two days before the e-mail was sent to Barristan Selmy.
“Ladies and gentlemen from the jury, as you see on this report, Roose Bolton didn’t send the e-mail my colleague displayed yesterday. Therefore, Barristan Selmy must’ve gotten such data from someone who wished to stain Roose Bolton’s image as a campaign funder and businessman.” Oberyn Martell surprises the jury as he emphasizes the part on the report which shows the conclusions from the IT analyst who verified the account.
Jaime shakes his head and closes his eyes. He turns to Brienne and tries to control his irritation. “Son of a bitch…”
Brienne narrows her eyes as she touches his forearm. “Let me handle this. I have an idea.”
Oberyn continues with his questions, all of them inquiring the safety of the witness’ internet connection. Bolton was smart enough to agree with each hypothesis the prosecutor considered; his e-mail was hacked, his domestic internet connection is not properly secured, etc. Brienne grows angrier as she starts to search for some things on her laptop.
After one hour, Oberyn finishes his questions and Brienne stands up to take her turn. She goes to the judge and asks the judge’s permission to add a last minute piece of evidence to the files. The old man allows Brienne to go on using that exhibit during cross examination. As Brienne connects her laptop to the overhead projector, she presents to the jury an e-mail sent by Roose Bolton to Stark & Associates during the previous week.
“Mr. Bolton, do you confirm you sent this e-mail only ten days ago?” Brienne asks him firmly.
Bolton speaks softly as he leans over to reach the microphone. “Yes.”
“So, member of the jury,” Brienne turns to the jurors. “Mr. Bolton decided to continue using his e-mail account even after the alleged hacking, contradicting security protocols known by e-mail users throughout the country.”
“Objection, your honor, that’s speculation!” Oberyn Martell speaks angrily, while Jaime holds his smile as he watches his fiancée.
“Sustained. The defense must restrain its arguments mentioning evidence only.” The judge answers him, while the audience whispers anxiously.
Brienne looks down on Oberyn, as she goes on. “So, Mr. Bolton, why did you decide to continue using your e-mail account when you verified yourself it had been hacked?”
Roose Bolton shifts his wait on his chair, as he looks at the prosecutor, hoping to be saved. He straightens his tie and takes a sip of water from the glass in front of him. The man takes a deep breath before he speaks. “I… I’d already changed my password…” He swallows hard and goes on, “…so it didn’t seem necessary to delete… to stop using that account.”
Brienne narrows her eyes. “What do you usually use that account for, Mr. Bolton?”
“For my… my professional connections mostly…”
“So you confirm that you keep a certain amount of confidential data on that account, right?”
His eyes flicker as he looks at Oberyn.
Jaime has never seen him so tense. Bolton tries to speak coherently. “Yes, I mean… I use it to… send some contracts.”
“So then you’re telling me that the official business e-mail address you have to get in contact with your clients is still being used normally by you even after you experienced a major problem with the confidentiality of such account?” Brienne leans her head to the right as the jury pays attention to his answer.
“Well, I… at the time… you see, at the time the analyst scanned my account he told me he had reset the password, so there were no further problems with it.”
Brienne changed the image on her laptop to show the jury the details on the files sent on that e-mail. “Members of the jury, I’d like you to pay attention to the date in which the files were added to Mr. Bolton’s virtual drive. That date is kept within the folder even when it’s sent to other e-mails account. So, this date actually proves that these files had been on Mr. Bolton’s virtual drive for five months before he sent them, or before the alleged hacker sent them. Do you confirm that, Mr. Bolton?”
He coughed a few times and nodded as he spoke. “Yes.”
“Well, then even considering the possibility that a third person, who’s not Barristan Selmy, actually sent that e-mail, the fact that the files were kept on your virtual drive, Mr. Bolton, confirms that you already knew about the frauds. Is this correct?”
“Objection, your honor! Defense is leading the witness.” Oberyn protested as he stood up.
“Overruled, the witness may answer the question.”
Jaime can barely hold his enthusiasm as he sees such a fierce performance Brienne has showed during cross examination.
Bolton reaches the microphone, his lips trembling as he speaks. “I didn’t know… the content of those folders.”
Brienne quickly opens the first folder, with the title ‘Horpe Funding’. She accesses the details on the folder to check the registered dates in which that folder was opened. There is a list of dates, with more than 72 different days on which the files were read, within those five months. “Mr. Bolton, do you still claim not having opened the folders?” Brienne asks him, while the audience gets agitated.
Bolton exhales and frowns. “I knew of it… but I needed to secure myself…” The audience whispers wildly. “I was being threatened!” Bolton yells as he holds the microphone.
“No more questions, your honor.” Brienne goes back to her chair while she looks at Jaime. He knows, just by the look on her face, that she feels proud of herself. Once she sits down she leans closer to him to tease the older lawyer. “Tell me of your sweet protégée, Mr. Lannister.”
Jaime almost chuckles too loudly, as he tries to control his reaction, feeling excited about her instigating performance.
The judge calls the next witness, from the prosecution party. Oberyn Martell tries to portray Selmy as a dangerous man as he speaks to a woman who has suited the journalist, accusing him of defamation. The prosecutor tries to make his point, but her arguments are weak, nothing but complaints from someone who got angry after having a professional error publicly exposed.
Jaime’s strategy is not to give her any credit or attention, so the defense rests, choosing not to ask her anything. The judge calls for a recess before the closing arguments. Brienne almost celebrates, but Jaime says they should be careful with it, because there is still time before the jury decides on it. As they leave the courtroom to go to the cafeteria, they run into Tywin, who is there with a client for a preliminary hearing.
“It’s nice to see the two of you. I’ve watched the coverage on the news.” Tywin says as he sits at their table.
Brienne smiles and already celebrates. “We’re going to win. There’s no way they’ll condemn Selmy after Bolton’s testimony this morning.”
Tywin nods and looks at Jaime. “It won’t be a surprise that a Lannister won the case.”
But Brienne interrupts him with her eyebrows raised. “Hey, a Lannister and a Tarth.”
Tywin shakes his head as he smiles discreetly. “Ms. Tarth, soon to be Mrs. Lannister. So, you see, the case was won by two Lannisters.”
Oh my, did he just make a joke? Jaime opens his mouth in disbelief.
Brienne agrees with him. “Yes, soon to be Mrs. Lannister… if your son doesn’t lose his memory again, Tywin.”
Jaime gets up and goes to the cashier. Brienne and Tywin talk about the case he is currently working on and what was the preliminary hearing about. The old Lannister watches as his son is approached by Cersei. He sees Jaime acting hostile with her as he tries to walk away, but she keeps grabbing his arm. Managing to distract Brienne, so she will not be upset with the scene, Tywin continues the conversation with her. When Jaime comes back he seems irritated. Once Brienne leaves the table to go to the restroom he speaks seriously to Jaime.
“What are you doing, Jaime?”
“What do you mean?” He asks as he seems clueless about it.
Tywin frowns and looks at his son, like he is about to spank a child who behaved badly. “That fiasco with Cersei Baratheon… What does that mean, Jaime?” The older Lannister asks while Jaime gets shocked and widens his eyes, perceiving the secret he hid from the world is dancing around his father’s thoughts as Tywin continues speaking. “Don’t tell me you’ve been unfaithful to your fiancée!” The older Lannister sounds irritated.
“Father!” Jaime seems offended as he swallows hard.
“There’s only one thing that could cause a woman to act all angry like that: rejection.” Tywin looks too serious as he speaks.
“I didn’t cheat on Brienne. I’d never do that to her.” Jaime says as he loosens the knot on his tie.
“Whatever it is… or was… Brienne could have seen it, and that’d be awfully disappointing for her and for my grandsons! And I warn you…” Tywin points his index finger to Jaime’s face. “…if your recklessness causes any harm to my grandchildren I’ll never forgive you, Jaime. I’d disinherit you… I’d have you thrown out and broke in a heartbeat!” He lowers his tone as he sees Brienne coming back. The old lawyer smiles kindly at her, while Jaime looks more shocked than never.
“Is… everything alright, Jaime? You look concerned.” She blinks innocently as she watches him.
“Oh, he’s alright, Brienne. He’s simply anxious for the final decision of the jury. Isn’t that so, Jaime?” Tywin says as he looks at his son, threatening him with that look.
“Yeah… Yes, sure. I just want to… to end this…” Jaime answers as he observes how protective his father acted.
When they go back to the courtroom, Jaime prepares himself for the closing argument, while he watches Oberyn Martell speaking to the jury. The prosecutor reminds them of the many law suits faced by Barristan Selmy, only trying to portray the journalist as a negligent professional. Martell continues, telling the jury about the exhibits showed, which, according to him, prove that Roose Bolton never sent an e-mail containing confidential information to Barristan Selmy. Just as he finishes speaking, jurors wait for the defense to start its argument.
Jaime speaks firmly as he reassures the jury of Selmy’s competence and ethics. He reviews exhibits presented by the defense party, and also the innumerous pieces of evidence sent by the congress internal affairs department. When speaking of corruption and its artful ways of luring the audience’s opinion, Jaime makes it clear that accusations against his client are nothing but attempts to disguise the truth: several members of the congress participated on the corruption scheme.
While he speaks, Brienne notices Cersei Baratheon, the woman is sitting on the third row, watching carefully as Jaime makes his point. The young lawyer feels surprised with herself when a sudden wish to slap the other woman’s face burns inside her stomach. Brienne stares at Cersei and it is like she can feel her wrath boiling her blood. She called Jaime yesterday… and she’s here just to see him… The girl tries to clean her mind off of such thoughts, but she finds it difficult to concentrate on anything other than her declared enemy, his ex. Bitch! Without recognition of her own rational state, Brienne tries to calm down, feeling these things may cause her babies to get uncomfortable, but all that comes to her mind is hate and anger. She barely notices that Jaime has already finished his argument, when the judge announces the final recess so the jury can deliberate on the case. As the members of prosecution and defense are excused to take a thirty-minute recess, Brienne feels her stomach protesting her feelings. She gets up quickly and walks fast, so she can leave the courtroom.
Jaime watches her leaving and gets concerned but he remains in the courtroom as Oberyn Martell comes to talk to him. The lawyer fails to notice that Cersei gets up and leaves right after his fiancée.
When Brienne gets to the restroom, she throws up intensely. Her body soon recovers from the anguish she had been feeling. And just as she washes her mouth and her face, Cersei opens the door.
“So sick, poor monster…” She holds her eyebrow arched, only to show her disdain.
Brienne exhales as she turns to face Cersei. “Yes, I’m sick!” Brienne turns her whole body, and steps closer, walking proudly as she does so. “I’m sick of you!”
Cersei narrows her eyes, thinking she can call that bluff. “Don’t get nervous. Wouldn’t it be a misfortune to deliver a stillborn after being so stressed as you are?”
Brienne gasps as she senses the poison in Cersei’s words. She tries to walk away, but Cersei holds her arm. The woman grips tightly onto Brienne’s arm, forcing her fingers to leave a mark there. The girl quickly places her hand on the woman’s chest and pushes her away easily, causing her to hit her back against the wall. Just as Brienne leaves the restroom, Cersei gets blind with anger, putting herself together to go after the young girl.
Cersei opens the door and sees the girl at the corridor, straightening her jacket. The woman steps closer fast and grabs a fistful of Brienne’s hair, pulling the girl as she angrily talks through her teeth. “You filthy whore… I’ll kill you and this little beast you’ve got inside---”
Brienne turns quickly, bringing her hand upwards and slapping Cersei’s face painfully hard. Cersei looks shocked as she brings her hand to her cheek, passing her fingers on the bloody tiny cuts caused by Brienne’s sapphire ring.
Cersei starts moving towards Brienne, but someone steps between them.
“Don’t!” Tywin’s voice reverberates throughout the corridor, as he shoves Cersei away, positioning himself in front of Brienne to protect her. “You should know better than attacking my son’s fiancée, Mrs. Baratheon.”
Cersei looks at Brienne and the hand she has placed on her belly. The sapphire diamond ring is on Brienne’s finger; the woman recognizes it. Her lips tremble as she sees the young girl has gained everything she once threw away when she refused Jaime’s love. “You’ll regret it!” Cersei yells, as she starts walking away, leaving the place quickly.
Tywin turns and faces Brienne, noticing her panic and the fear in her eyes. He places his hands on her shoulders as he looks into her eyes. “It’s alright, Brienne.”
Brienne feels the tears streaming down her face as she tries to speak. “She’ll never leave us alone. She’s been to our apartment… She calls Jaime… And she even tried to insinuate I’d cheated on him. She’ll never let us be happy…”
Tywin sees the girl’s misery and feels angry with Jaime. His son had kept all the truth from him. Stepsiblings had been together. I must’ve been blind… Tywin realizes he should have noticed there was something between the two of them. Teenagers, in the same house… And I never noticed…
“Listen, Brienne, you still have twenty minutes before the end of the recess. I’ll take you to Judge Swyft’s office, she is a friend of mine. You can stay there till you feel ready to go back.” Tywin guides the girl to Dorna Swyft’s office. Once she sits on the couch, he gets some water and asks her to stay there for a moment.
Brienne nods. She has no words to say, after everything he has seen, and she feels grateful. Tywin managed to surprise her, being more of a friend, at that moment, than simply a cold relative from her fiancé’s family. “Thank you.” She said as she agreed with him.
Tywin left the room infuriated. There was nothing he wanted more than give his son a spanking. The old lawyer rushed to the courtroom and kindly requested for the bailiff to allow his presence only to call the defense lawyer. As he walked fast to Jaime, his fists were clenched and his jaw line was tense.
Jaime sees his irritation and tries to ask him what the reason for his state is but his father simply speaks, in a low voice, trying to be as discreet as possible. “I need to talk to you.”
“Later, maybe…” Jaime starts answering, but Tywin simply interrupts him.
“Now!” The old Lannister turns around and leaves, knowing his son will follow him.
Jaime frowns and follows him, while looking at Pod, quickly, to ask him to take care of their files. As soon as they reach the corridor, Tywin turns to him. “Jaime, I just saw the most concerning scene I could possibly expect. Your fiancée was attacked by Cersei Baratheon!”
Jaime opens his mouth in shock, while his eyes flicker with anguish. “Where’s Brienne?”
“I took her to Dorna Swyft’s office, so she could recompose herself before coming back to courtroom. Jaime, it’s time for you to stop acting cowardly! I’ll not put up with that sort of behavior from Mrs. Baratheon… just as much as I won’t put up with this sort of behavior from you!”
“Me?!?” Jaime seems confused as he speaks.
“Yes, you! Brienne told me Cersei’s been contacting you! How can you be so stupid to allow that snake to get closer to your family?” Tywin sounds just as angry as he looks.
“I didn’t let her get closer. She came by our house to warn us about the scandal. Cersei was only trying to take advantage, warning Brienne about Stannis’ move.” Jaime speaks as he runs his fingers through his hair.
Tywin exhales in irritation. “I won’t allow that monster to hurt my grandchildren or Brienne. Jaime, if you don’t do something about it, I will!”
“Oh, I don’t have to listen to this… I want to see Brienne!” Jaime walks away as he goes down the corridor to Judge Swift’s office. Tywin follows him.
As the younger Lannister opens the door, he finds Brienne standing right in front of the window, her face is serene but he can see her eyes are red. “Freckles…” He goes to her and hugs her, trying to make her feel better.
“Jaime, I…”
“Father told me. Are you ok? Did she hurt you?”
“No… I think I hurt her even more. I slapped her face after she pulled my hair.” Brienne says with a tiny smile on her lips.
Jaime closes his eyes and takes her in his arms. “God, I’ll kill Cersei…”
Tywin watches them. He sees somehow Jaime has managed to find someone strong and determined, and he feels proud of his son’s choice. I can’t believe he had something with Cersei… After some moments, Tywin excuses himself and leaves them so they can go back to the courtroom.
When they step into the courtroom, they soon take their places as they nervously wait for the jury’s announcement. Brienne takes Jaime’s hand under the table, carefully hiding that display of affection. He looks at her and the intensity in his eyes means the world to her. The girl knows there can only be one ending to the case which brought them together as partners and lovers.
The judge enters the room and takes his seat. He leans over the microphone and speaks. “Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I understand you’ve reached a verdict. Your decision has been handed to the bailiff, so the court reporter shall proceed with the reading of the final statement.”
As the court reporter stands and takes the microphone, the reading of the verdict begins. “The verdict for the case The Government of Kind’s Landing Versus Barristan Selmy follows as written. This jury finds Barristan Selmy not guilty of conspiracy against the government, not guilty of fraud against members of the congress and not guilty of manipulation of official confidential data.”
Jaime turns to Selmy and places his hand on the man’s shoulder, while the journalist smiles at him and at Brienne. The audience whispers, commenting on the result, and the prosecutor frowns as the judge announces Barristan Selmy is free to go. Catelyn and Pod celebrate the jury’s decision, and when the judge declares the session finished, the Stark boss steps closer to congratulate both lawyers.
The hours pass as they go home.
Several days go by, as Brienne feels her belly getting bigger and heavier.
During lunch break on her last day before maternity leave starts, Brienne is surprised as she watches TV in the cafeteria, with Ygritte. The news report interrupts a show. A reporter stands by a road and there is a crashed car behind him. The picture of Cersei is displayed as the guy confirms she died after an accident, in the middle of the night, while Arthur Dayne was taken to the local hospital.
Brienne gasps as she sees the images of Cersei being removed from the car by the paramedics. The journalist comments, saying she perished on the way to the hospital, inside the ambulance.
“Ygritte, I have to go back to the office. Excuse me.” She says as she leaves fast.
She takes the elevator and curses at the time it takes to get to the floor. Once the doors open, she walks fast to Jaime’s office, asking Podrick if the lawyer is alone. After his positive answer, she simply opens the door with a shocked look on her face. Jaime smiles when he sees her.
Oh, God, he does not know about it yet.
“Yes…?” He waits for her to say something.
Brienne steps in and closes the door. “Jaime… I think… there’s something…”
He gets up and walks to her, noticing she is acting weird. “You think there’s something…?” He widens his eyes and smiles.
“Cersei is dead.” She says as she watches his face and places her hands on his shoulders. “She died after a car crash… but Arthur Dayne survived.”
Jaime does not say a word. His face displays shock as he remembers his father’s words on the day of the trial. “I won’t allow that monster to hurt my grandchildren or Brienne. Jaime, if you don’t do something about it, I will!” He looks at Brienne, madness going through his emeralds as he fears Tywin could have done something against Cersei. Brienne just looks at him, worried about his reaction.
“She… died in a car accident?” Jaime whispers as he brings his hand to his lips, slightly moving his fingers as he thinks. His eyes travel from her sapphires to the walls. What if father had something to do with it…
“Jaime, are you… ok?” She takes some distance, noticing he looks like a crazy man, moving his lips incoherently and staring at the walls.
“Brienne, my…” He turns to her, but his courage to say anything sublimates when he sees her enormous bump. I can’t tell her… she’d be too worried… Jaime holds her in his arms as he looks into her eyes. He even tries to look calm, to make her comfortable. “I… I never wished… her death. But I’m happy Arthur is alive.”
“Perhaps, you should go to the hospital, to see him.”
“Yes, you’re right.” Jaime takes his wallet and his cell phone. And before he leaves the room, he hugs Brienne once more. “I’ll be back soon. And then we’ll go home and prepare your suitcase for the boys’ arrival.” He smiles and kisses her lips, while stroking her cheek with his thumb. “Five more days and the two little rascals will be waking us up in the middle of the night.” Jaime chuckles as he tries to make a joke.
Brienne giggles as she caresses her bump. “Oh, they just said you won’t be calling them little rascals when you cry your heart out in the delivery room.”
“Oh, really?” Jaime pretends to be surprised as he kneels to kiss her belly. “For your information, I’ll share a single virile masculine tear… in consideration to your mom.”
Brienne smiles and cups his face. “They don’t believe you…” She leans her head, like she is trying to listen to her babies. “Wait… Oh… when you see such adorable babies you’ll weep like a little girl.”
Jaime smiles and kisses her bump. As he gets up, he looks into her eyes again and kisses her lips before leaving the office to go to the hospital.
As soon as Jaime gets to the hospital, he goes to the intensive care unit. Ashara Dayne, Arthur’s sister is there. The tall dark-haired woman recognizes him and calls him so they can talk in the waiting room. She seems devastated as she starts crying just after greeting Jaime.
“He won’t make it, Jaime…” She says as she looks at him with her lips trembling.
“God… but is he conscious?” Jaime asks.
“He feels dizzy and delirious most of the time… But he mentioned you. He wanted me to call you; I was going to do that after I talked to the doctors... They gave me no hope, Jaime.” The beautiful woman shakes her head as she looks at the floor.
“No, this can’t be… Arthur is strong!” Jaime refuses to believe her words.
“I’ve already called your father, Jaime. He’ll be here soon.” She says as she places her hand on his shoulder.
Jaime looks confused. “My father? But… why?”
Ashara swallows hard and takes a deep breath before she speaks. “Jaime, there’s something Arthur meant to tell you long ago… But he thought you’d be angry with him… I need you to wait here, till I can get the doctor’s permission and take you to see him. Then he’ll talk to you about everything. I’m glad you’re here. Arthur cherishes your friendship. He wanted to come clean with you… But she…” Ashara stops as she frowns and looks into his eyes. Jaime perceives she is talking about Cersei and some secret which Arthur has kept. So he simply nods and waits while Ashara goes talk to the doctor. When Tywin gets there, Jaime notices he carries his briefcase. He thinks about asking his father about the circumstances of Cersei’s death, but he fears the answer.
Little time after, Jaime is called to see Dayne.
Arthur reveals the truth to Jaime and Tywin registers the sergeant’s last wishes. Jaime promises to keep his word as he feels the police officer’s end is near. It seems like Arthur had only been waiting for Jaime so he could give in and rest. Ashara cries as her brother eventually allows his conscious to vanish within his last breath.
Time passes.
It comes the day for Brienne to have her babies. She gets up early, as Jaime’s cell phone alarm wakes them up. The girl is sure she has never seen him so excited before, as he goes to the bathroom to take a shower. Brienne gets up and selects her clothes and just when she enters the shower, she sees him shaving, in front of the mirror.
“Big date tonight?” She teases him.
“Yep, with two handsome guys.” He laughs as he answers. “Hey, tell me again why we’re not doing this in that classic typical comedy move… when the girl starts screaming, saying her water just broke… And the guy has to take her to the hospital in a hurry… all that.”
Brienne giggles as she watches him gesticulating with the razor blade in his hand. “Well, our boys are already extremely fat and large… which is great because it means they’re healthy, but it’d make labor too long and difficult for my body… with the risk of an emergency C-section. So that’s why doctor Mertyns decided it’d be a lot safer for me and for the boys if we scheduled a C-section.”
“Yep, probably a lot more glamorous also…” He says as he points at the waxed area between her legs.
The girl rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “Jaime you’ve mentioned it four times already!”
He chuckles. “I’m sorry, but it’s just so… glossy…”
“Jaime!” She widens her eyes at his line.
“Sleeky…” Smug look on his face as he speaks.
“Stop it!” Brienne points her finger at him, pretending to be serious.
“Smooth…” He grins at her.
“Jaime Lannister!”
“Hey, don’t get nervous, Mrs. Satiny.” He laughs as he finishes washing his face.
The girl feels happiness in her heart as she realizes this is the day when she will be seeing her babies’ faces. She cherishes the man she has chosen to take this journey with her. There is peace in her mind as she caresses her belly, telling her babies they will meet soon.
They go to the hospital.
As Brienne puts on the hospital gown, she remembers her mom and the way she always made her feel safe and calm. The girl prays she can live to see her sons grown up and forming their own families. Jaime is there with her when she is taken to the delivery room. He cannot stop smiling and making jokes to ease the pressure off. And the girl is sure he is doing that to keep himself from getting too emotional.
When doctor Mertyns takes the first baby in her hands, Jaime starts crying as he smiles and kisses Brienne’s forehead. There are three doctors and two nurses there with them, but for that unique moment when Jaime hears that intense sound, he feels like time has stopped. As the nurses hands the baby to him, he feels the tears streaming down his face and he laughs as he notices the boy’s face, with his blue eyes and his golden hair. Jaime places the boy close to Brienne so she can look at him. As she smiles and weeps a bit, he tells her Endrew eyes are even prettier than hers. She giggles and agrees.
Gerion comes to this world crying softly, refusing the reputation of the man he was named after, the rebel Lannister as Tywin once said. When he is finally handed to Jaime, the boy rehearses a tiny smile as he curls his lips and blinks, causing his father to believe he feels truly happy with the family he was born in. When Brienne sees Gerion, she notices a tiny golden stain on their baby’s right eye. She looks at Jaime and smiles as she whispers to him. “Pure Lannister gold for the boy named after a Lannister.” Jaime nods and chuckles as he remembers his father’s eyes, which display the same golden stain.
Later, when both grandfathers watch the boys through the glass on the nursery room, they smile and chat, while Tyrion takes photos with his cell phone. Selwyn comments on his grandsons’ blue eyes, and Tywin tells him Gerion got the same golden stain as he has. Each one tries to convince the other that the children resemble their own families, and they spend a long time trying to investigate each line on the babies’ frames, telling those are Tarth or Lannister frames.
A few months after the boys are born, Jaime and Brienne get married. They choose to have a simple ceremony at Casterly Estate, where they celebrate with their closest friends and relatives.
They make their guests laugh, with their vows, and whistle, with their first married couple’s kiss. They are happy, and they are together. That is all that matters.
The End
There will be a sequel to this fic. I’ve already written ten chapters of it, and I’ll start posting it on February 20th. I hope you can follow me on tumblr and get the teasers for the sequel that I’ll be releasing until then. :} I truly appreciate you, guys. Thank you for giving this Brazilian girl reasons to keep writing and smiling with your comments, kudos, hits and shares. You’re amazing! :}