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[lifeisnotasong]

Sansa had woken early that morning, her back bothering her more than most days. When after dressing and breakfasting the slow dull throbbing ache seemed worse than ever she had decided to take her mother's advice and try some exercise to see if that might not help matters. Worryingly the ache was not the only problem, there was a new regular twinge

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[onceaqueen]

Susan had come by Summerfell for her usual Sunday tea with Sansa, when she was told that Sansa was out for a walk. So with Shadow tagging along at her heels she sat out to find her. It didn't take long before she saw Sansa sitting in the sand, and the frown on her face made Susan quite concerned. "Are you all right?" she asked, sitting down beside her.

[lifeisnotasong]

"Oh Susan," said Sansa suddenly realising the time. To not be in when she knew Susan was coming to call was unforgivably rude. "I'm so sorry I lost track of time entirely. I was trying to walk off an ache." Which had worked til now and Sansa tried to suppress a wince.

[onceaqueen]

"Oh, no, don't worry about it," said Susan. "It's completely all right. I'm guessing the walking didn't help very much?" Sansa looked quite uncomfortable, and Susan began to worry. "Do you need some help getting up?"

[lifeisnotasong]

Sansa nodded for while she could get up on her own it required quite a lot of effort and shuffling about on her knees. She didn't feel like trying it in front of Susan. "The walking only helped while I was doing it and now I'm tired." Sansa couldn't help but drift between upset and annoyance and worry at this new pregnancy pain.

[real_buzzkill]

Not noticing a very pregnant woman on the beach was hardly an option, especially when she was a friend. Wilson noticed her squirming around in discomfort. He knew she wasn't quite due, but... there was always a but. He broke into a jog and stopped by her side.

"Sansa, tell me what's happening," he said calmly as he scanned the area for one of her 35 brothers, in case she needed to get to the clinic in a hurry.

[lifeisnotasong]

"I don't know," she said suddenly panicky that she was being so obvious that Dr. Wilson could tell something was bothering her. "My back hurt and I had a new pain and I was trying to walk them off." It had worked as well, until she'd stopped.

[real_buzzkill]

Wilson nodded, and looked concerned. "Pains here?" He gestured toward his own abdomen, so she could see. "How long has this been going on?"

[lifeisnotasong]

"Yes," she said in a small voice not liking that her description made the doctor worried. "I had it when I woke up," she said. "Mayhaps an hour? or slightly more."

[lonewolflives]

Arya stretched slightly, pausing and then following as Nymeria padded up to Sansa to sniff her in greeting and then stalk away again, stopping and sitting some distance down the beach.

"Morning, Sansa," she said, then tilted her head and tried to read her sister's face. "Is something wrong?"

[lifeisnotasong]

Sansa didn't like the way Arya looked at you sometimes, that sort of look generally meant Arya was going to call her a liar. Though generally only if she'd been lying. "Morning Arya," she said. "I'm not sure," she glanced down at herself worried, "I have a pain and it's new and I don't know if it's normal."

[lonewolflives]

Arya looked her over once again. "...what sort of pain?"

[lifeisnotasong]

Sansa looks unhappy but confides, "like a cramp," she said. "But worse," she adds hurriedly lest Arya should thinks she's being a big baby about it. Though Arya might anyway. She decides to try walking again but as she struggles to stand, it happens again and she sucks in a breath curling in on herself slightly.

[kings_dog]

Most days the island was a damned boring place, so sometimes Sandor took Stranger for a ride for the hell of it-- nowhere in mind to go, just letting the horse stretch his legs and carry his rider wherever he wanted to go. This time he steered toward the beach.

Sandor wasn't sure what he saw first; the glint of sunlight off red hair, or the swell of an obviously pregnant stomach. Either way, the one made him take a second look while the other signaled he shouldn't expect it to be anyone he knew.

When he drew close enough to see his assumption proven wrong, he started so violently that Stranger stopped short, and Sandor was hard pressed not to fall off the horse. He managed to stay astride, though, and stared down at Sansa with a look of dumbfounded shock. For once, confronting her, he had absolutely nothing to say.

[lifeisnotasong]

When Sansa hears hoof beats, she assumes it's Arya, which is foolish, Jon has a horse and Lyanna as well even Robb though his is only a foal. But Sansa hears hoofbeats and thinks of Arya, especially so close to home, she glances up and sees a black horse and almost unthinkingly lifts her hand to wave before belatedly she realises that is not Arya's horse, but it is one she recognises. The last time she has seen Sandor Clegane he'd paid her so little attention he had not noticed the slight swell of her belly. He'd been distracted with the horse.

She'd shy away from the foul tempered thing if she had the energy to get up, instead she looks at Sandor, she does not think she's ever seen him looks so stunned. He'd seemed so world weary that she did not think anything she could do would ever shock. Though clearly she was wrong. She stares back for a beat of a moment and then remembers her courtesies. (Not that he will appreciate them.) "Good day," she said in a small voice.

[kings_dog]

He was still speechless. He didn't even stop to wonder, at first, whose it was. It didn't much matter, in the end, after a minute of gaping and a minute more of wondering. He closed his mouth. He'd only ever seen her alone, and she hadn't changed that much since... When did this happen? he thought stupidly, then could have laughed at himself. Eight or so months ago, by the look of it. He had to say something. Keeping on saying nothing would only make him more of a fool. "Did you walk here alone?" was what came out, after his mind tried unsuccessfully several times to begin asking how in the hells she'd ended up pregnant.

[lifeisnotasong]

She nodded uncertainly, she was more than capable of going places on her own and as little as she'd seen him of late, they would never have talked at all if she didn't. (Even though she's explained to father what he'd done, he'd hardly approve of her conversing with him.) "I did," she said, "I was just getting some air." She realised her own nervousness at seeing him and at wondering over what he might say have quite distracted her from the pains and they seem to have faded. "Were you enjoying your ride?" she asked knowing such an inane question was like to earn her scorn. She would know what to do with that rather than the startled look he was giving her now.

[stolen_ironborn]

Theon was out riding, Smiler's hooves kicking up sand as he galloped near the edge of the surf. Only when he spotted familiar Tully locks from afar did he slow the war stallion to a slow trot and finally to an easy canter when he neared her.

"My lady?" he arched a brow, his teasing smirk very slowly beginning to fade.

[lifeisnotasong]

Sansa glances up at him and at the memory of there last encounter, she's so embarassed that she almost forgets about the pain. Almost. "Good day Theon," she said politely, trying her very hardest not to wince or panick.

[stolen_ironborn]

Theon turned his head to peer at her suspiciously, though he didn't say anything invasive. Yet. "Is it, Sansa? I've yet to make up my mind about this day but perhaps I will trust your word. You haven't given me reason not to, have you?" he teased.

Of course not. Else he would not still be alive.

[lifeisnotasong]

It was the most ridiculous question as if Sansa wanted anyone to know she'd disgraced herself with Theon. Normally Sansa would denied it instantly at once. But the pain rippling through her womb had priority and she did not trust her voice nor would she meet Theon's gaze.