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jon + ygritte { baby au } ➩ part II
            ➩ for annie because I made her sad
    ☀     ❀     ☀
Something smells odd, Jon knows it. It doesn’t smell burned, though, so he ignores it, angrily stirring the yellow sauce he is sure shouldn’t be this lumpy. He hears the front door opening and closing, the thud of a bag thrown on the floor and the shuffling of heavy boots.
I’m home! Ygritte’s voice carries in from the hallway. Throwing the spoon into the sink, he turns just in time to see her walking into the kitchen. She shrugs out of her coat, throwing it over the back of a chair. Meeting her halfway, Jon wraps his arms around her waist, feels the swell of her stomach pressing into his when he leans down to kiss her.
Everything alright? He mutters against her lips, hands roaming from her back to her stomach.
Her own hands curl around his neck, sifting through his hair. Yeah, she whispers softly, brushing her lips over his. Healthy little nugget. Jon sighs when she massages his neck, leaning his forehead against her own. Did you sort things out with Thorne?
He groans. Let’s not talk about it, he says, untangling himself from Ygritte. Not now. I’d like to enjoy what little time I get to spend without him. The odd smell somehow seems to have vanished, and so Jon pulls open the fridge for more butter, ignoring one of the magnets that drops noisily to the floor.
I’m sorry. Ygritte’s hand is cradling her stomach, a sight that makes his chest flutter every time. He fumbles with the greasy foil around the butter, watching Ygritte as she peeks into the large pot with tomato sauce. You’re making lasagne? 
Her question is a little redundant as she points to the packet of lasagne sheets by the kettle, but he nods anyway. Needed to take my mind off things. 
You don’t know how to make lasagne.
Neither do you, he mutters against her cheek, running his hand down her spine.
She laughs, twisting in his arms. That’s true. Untangling from their sort-of-embrace, she moves to fill the kettle. For a while, they work in silence, Ygritte pouring herself a cup of tea and stirring the bubbling tomato sauce. Jon?
Hmm? he murmurs, busily stirring the flour into the butter, determined to make it work this time.
Suddenly, her hand is grabbing his, entangling their fingers and pulling him closer to her, close enough that her lips touch the shell of his ear. It’s a girl.

jon + ygritte { baby au } part II

            for annie because I made her sad

    ☀     ❀     ☀

Something smells odd, Jon knows it. It doesn’t smell burned, though, so he ignores it, angrily stirring the yellow sauce he is sure shouldn’t be this lumpy. He hears the front door opening and closing, the thud of a bag thrown on the floor and the shuffling of heavy boots.

I’m home! Ygritte’s voice carries in from the hallway. Throwing the spoon into the sink, he turns just in time to see her walking into the kitchen. She shrugs out of her coat, throwing it over the back of a chair. Meeting her halfway, Jon wraps his arms around her waist, feels the swell of her stomach pressing into his when he leans down to kiss her.

Everything alright? He mutters against her lips, hands roaming from her back to her stomach.

Her own hands curl around his neck, sifting through his hair. Yeah, she whispers softly, brushing her lips over his. Healthy little nugget. Jon sighs when she massages his neck, leaning his forehead against her own. Did you sort things out with Thorne?

He groans. Let’s not talk about it, he says, untangling himself from Ygritte. Not now. I’d like to enjoy what little time I get to spend without him. The odd smell somehow seems to have vanished, and so Jon pulls open the fridge for more butter, ignoring one of the magnets that drops noisily to the floor.

I’m sorry. Ygritte’s hand is cradling her stomach, a sight that makes his chest flutter every time. He fumbles with the greasy foil around the butter, watching Ygritte as she peeks into the large pot with tomato sauce. You’re making lasagne?

Her question is a little redundant as she points to the packet of lasagne sheets by the kettle, but he nods anyway. Needed to take my mind off things.

You don’t know how to make lasagne.

Neither do you, he mutters against her cheek, running his hand down her spine.

She laughs, twisting in his arms. That’s true. Untangling from their sort-of-embrace, she moves to fill the kettle. For a while, they work in silence, Ygritte pouring herself a cup of tea and stirring the bubbling tomato sauce. Jon?

Hmm? he murmurs, busily stirring the flour into the butter, determined to make it work this time.

Suddenly, her hand is grabbing his, entangling their fingers and pulling him closer to her, close enough that her lips touch the shell of his ear. It’s a girl.

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