Taking deep breaths, you did your best to brace yourself for the conversation you were about to have without screaming bloody murder when the pain hit you again. You waddled across from your tent that you shared with your husband, to the one he was currently occupying with other members of his army, discussing strategies. Your husband did his best to spend time with you as much as he could, your baby was to arrive any day now and he didn't want you to be alone, but being in the midst of a war meant he had to share his energies between you and the army.

You were nearly at the tent that Robb was meant to be in when the pain consumed you again. Unlike the first couple of times, you couldn't keep the pain in, a loud scream escaping you. You held onto your enlarged middle as you almost doubled over with pain, tears beginning to brim in your eyes.

Loud voices came from inside the tent as your husband led several men out of it, swords wielding.

"Y/N," he exclaimed, rushing to your side. "Are you hurt?"

"Put your bloody sword away, Stark," you hissed through your teeth.

"What?" He questioned.

"There is no attack on camp," you stated. "So, unless you plan on using your sword on your unborn child, I suggest putting it away."

It took him a moment to understand what was going on. He returned his sword to its sheath, gesturing to his men to stand down, as he wrapped an arm around you to support you.

"Are you okay?" He asked softly, holding you close.

"I think that the baby is on its way," you whispered, allowing your husband to support you.

Robb's eyes widened. This was your first child, so neither of you quite knew what to expect and were both terrified that something would go wrong, you just hoped desperately that this would go smoothly and quickly, so soon the two of you would have a baby in your arms.

"Go get a doctor," Robb demanded pointing at one of his men before turning his attention to another of them. "And you go get my mother. We shall be in our tent, send them both in."

He supported you as he led you back off to your tent, you were relying on him a lot as a mixture of the pain and the nerves had left your legs wobbly.

"It's going to be okay," he said softly, assisting you onto your shared bed.

"I'm scared Robb," you whispered.

He gave you a weak smile as he leaned in to kiss your forehead. "As am I, my love. I shall be here every step of the way, I promise you."

You returned the weak smile before another wave of pain overcame you. Robb allowed you to squeeze his hand with all of your might as the tent's doorway opened once again, revealing Lady Catelyn Stark, your mother-in-law and the doctor hot on her heels.

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Written by Charlotte.

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