In which it is five years later

Gendry arrived home to find something off. For one, the door was unlocked, and when he came in, he could hear the sound of music blasting, indicating that Arya was home, which was odd since she usually had work. Once more, there were baking goods all over the counter. Arya did not bake. Arya did not even go in the kitchen.

"Arya?" He called out, a bit concerned.

"Over here!" She hollered from what sounded like behind the couch. Eyebrows raised, Gendry cautiously walked inside and saw her sitting on the ground, laptop across her legs as she dipped her fingers in what looked like a massive amount of cookie dough in the bowl next to her. He blinked.

"What are you doing?" He asked, thoroughly nonplussed.

"Looking for a new place to live," Arya said nonchalantly as she nibbled on the cookie dough, not even looking up at him.

"What?" Gendry sputtered. Had the entire world gone mad or was it just him? "Why?"

"Have you seen how this place has fallen to pieces?" Arya said with a raised eyebrow. "The water's hardly ever warm, last night the man upstairs got mugged, and the wall paper is coming off. Again."

"Well yeah," Gendry said, still thoroughly confused. "I've said all that like a million times-"

"So I finally started listening to you," Arya cut across him airily. "Don't look so cross."

"Cross?" Gendry muttered, flabbergasted. "I-you-what-I just…Have you gone mental?"

"I think you're overreacting," Arya said pragmatically.

"But every time I've even mentioned moving-"

"I changed my mind," Arya cut across him again. "I can do that. It's a thing."

"But WHY?" Gendry roared, losing his patience.

"I just told you."

"WHY NOW THEN?"

"There's no need to shout," Arya said, eating some more cookie dough.

"And why are you eating a huge bowl of cookie dough?" Gendry demanded. "That... Did you make that?"

She nodded.

"I need a drink," Gendry mumbled, flinging down his stuff on the couch.

"It'll come to you," Arya said casually.

"I really don't think it will," Gendry snapped. "So you're going to have to help me out on this one."

"Fine," Arya said. "I was craving some cookie dough, so I made it."

"Okay..." Gendry sighed, narrowing his eyes. "What about this sudden desire to move then? Jerry's been mugged about 50 times because he wears that ridiculous pimp jacket, hell I'd even mug him for that, and you've never said anything."

"This flat's also too small," Arya said.

"Well that's never bothered you before," Gendry snapped, crossing his arms over his chest. Arya rolled her eyes and gave him her 'you're being stupid why haven't you figured it out yet' look.

"I'm craving stuff," Arya said slowly. "This flat is suddenly going to be too small."

"Yes I'm still very confused," Gendry growled. Arya threw up her hands.

"Oh honestly!" She sighed, pouting. "This is going to be so much less exciting spelling it out for you!"

"What is?" Gendry bellowed.

"I'M PREGNANT YOU IDIOT!" Arya bellowed right back.

"Well that's very-WHAT?" If Gendry had been drinking something, he would have done a spit take. As it was, he just gawked at her. Even if he had spoiled the guessing game, she was still grinning.

"You heard me," she said, biting back her smile. "As did the whole building, probably."

"I... I..." Gendry's head was spinning. "You're serious?"

She nodded, beaming.

"But... But aren't you angry?" Gendry stuttered out. "You didn't want kids..."

Arya shrugged.

"I agreed we'd see what would happen," she said. "And it happened. For some reason, it's a lot more exciting than I expected it to be."

Gendry felt like his legs were going to fall off.

"A baby..." He gasped. "We're... We're... You're... You're..."

"Going to swell up to the size of a small planet?" Arya filled in, looking amused.

"No!" Gendry snapped. "I mean, well, yes. But it's going to be brilliant!"

"I'm so glad I'm not filming this reaction," Arya sighed dryly. "It would be such a disappointment for the kiddo."

"Kiddo?" Gendry asked. Arya shrugged.

"I'm trying things out," she said, getting to her feet. "It'll have to have a nickname or else it wouldn't be mine, would it?"

Gendry looked around the room in bewilderment.

"We're going to need a bigger flat," he said.

"Oh that's a great idea!" Arya exclaimed sarcastically. "Why didn't I think of that?"

But he didn't care if she was making fun of him. He didn't care at all because he was beaming and he'd probably never stop beaming the rest of his life. He turned to Arya, who despite herself looked incredibly happy as well, took her in his arms and hugged her tight, laughing like an idiot.

"Just you wait," he told her. "I'm going to get you all the cookie dough you could ever want."

"I've changed my mind," Arya said, grinning at him. "This is going to be great."

well this is it! This is the end! I hope it was satisfying