[A/N]: Prompt by wwerko where they asked for an AU where Arya tells Gendry she's pregnant and his reaction to her giving birth. With Joe playing a lot of roles where he is the army I couldn't help but weave that into this. Plus who doesn't like a guy in uniform right?

Looking out the window he smiled as he saw fields and fields of green expanse fill his vision. It was a welcomed change from the dry, dusty brown of Afghanistan where all he felt was longing. Longing for home, and longing for her. Three months apart felt like three years. The two had been inseparable as children and over time even more inseparable as lovers. But being deployed for the first time had been a lot harder than he originally thought. Her constant presence was just part of everyday life and to suddenly have her not there affected him more than he expected. Nights seemed lonelier, days emptier and he wanted nothing more than to be back in their three bedroom home with her small frame neatly tucked in his arms. "You thinking about your Mrs?" his friend Peter asked. "Yea," he smiled in reply. "Is it that obvious?" "Yea, you've got that dopey smile you always have whenever you talk about her," the blonde teased. "Don't worry not long to go before you're cuddling that pretty little wife of yours," he chuckled.

"Still too long," he said to himself before sitting back in his chair as the plane prepared to land.

He entered the house as quietly and quickly as possible. It was supposed to be a surprise, him coming back home early but in typical Arya form she had to go and ruin it. Standing in the hallway with bat in hand, his slip of a wife looked ready to kill.

"Gendry?" she said softly to begin with. He nodded in confirmation, flashing her a bright smile. "GENDRY!" she practically screamed running towards him.

The bat forgotten, her tiny form hurled towards him causing him to harrumph in response. "I missed you too love," he laughed before their lips met. The soft delicate skin felt like heaven against his chapped lips and he found himself wanting more. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, his tongue massaging hers, slowly and lovingly. How he was able to manoeuvre about the place with her clung to him he did not know, but they had somehow managed to fall effortlessly into their king-size bed. Clothes scattered, some torn from impatience littered the bedroom floor. It was a flurry of moans, groans and whimpers when they explored each other. The longing they each felt for the other surfacing.

Her skin was like fire under his touch and the taste of it so sweet that he almost lost himself there and then. He peppered kisses down her body, his mouth sucking hungrily at the rosy coloured peaks of her breasts. Her cries of approval spurred him on as he travelled further down, kissing each bit of exposed flesh like it was the last. Normally he would tease her, push her to the point that she was begging for her release, but not now. He was just as impatient as her. Three months without her, without this was far too long for his liking. His tongue ran along the length of her slit. A guttural moan fleeing his lips as her sweet nectar filled his senses. She arched her back up off the bed at the contact and his large calloused hands gripped her hips steadily. Getting up on his knees, he brought her body up with his. Her delicious cunt never parting from his busy tongue. Lashing in and out of her slick folds, he urged his tongue deeper. The need to taste her like never before taking over. Her small whimpers turned into wails and he soon felt her come apart. Her trembling body still pulsing with aftershocks of pleasure from her climax.

Wiping her juices from his mouth, he lowered her body back onto the bed, blue eyes looking deep into grey. "Gods I missed you," he whispered as he ran the pad of his thumb along her plump pink lips. "You have no fucking idea how much," he said again.

She took his thumb into her mouth, giving it a playful bite. "I missed you too stupid," she smiled. "Now stop talking and finish what you started," she grinned, nudging his hips with hers. She was still so wet from her release that he was able to ease himself into her tight sex without difficulty. Their hips moved in unison, their breathing both ragged and uneven. The feel of her warmth encasing his length and sounds of their slick skin slapping against each other making him feel whole again. He looked down at the woman sprawled beneath him. Her long dark hair was fanned around her and her grey eyes sparkled like pools of silver. It still amazed him that this was real. That anyone this amazing and beautiful would want him, let alone marry him. "Gendry," she murmured as she pulled his face down to hers. Her lips moulding to his in a sweet kiss. It was a simple action, yet it spoke volumes, reassuring him that she was his and he was hers. He moved slower but deeper, his release on the verge of spilling. With one final thrust, he spent himself inside her. She followed instantly, her tight walls clenching around him.

He rolled off her and pulled her into his chest, kissing her on the top of her head. He began tracing circular patterns on her hips as he tried to steady his breathing. "I almost forgot how soft your skin was," he whispered into the crook of her neck.

He felt her hand clasp over his and move it towards her stomach. "And what does this feel like?" she asked as she urged him to continue to run his fingers along her skin.

The flesh was softer than that of her hips but he didn't think anything of it. "Umm your belly," he answered.

She just giggled. "And does anything about my belly feel different?" she questioned.

He sat up from his position and looked at her curiously. When she shrugged her shoulders and offered no additional information his eyes darted from her face to the belly in question. He could see the outline of her flat stomach, but as her breathing began to even he noticed that there was a slight bump. His breath caught in his throat and his eyes grew wide. She reached for him again, rubbing his hand along the barely there hump. "Three months," she answered the unasked question. "It looks like the night before you left gave me more than just amazing sex," she smiled.

He lowered his head to her stomach, placing small kisses along the area that swelled with life. "Thank you," he mumbled over and over again. She sat up from her position and wiped the tears he didn't even realise had fallen.

"As much as I'd like to take credit for this alone, you played a major part in this," she said as she continued to caress his face. "I wanted it to be a surprise for when you came back," she laughed. "It's still small for now but if you had come back in three months' time like I thought was happening, then you would have noticed straight away."

"Sorry to ruin your plans," he teased. "I can go back if you like and pretend you never told me."

"Don't even think about it," she growled.

Arya's mood swings had everyone walking on eggshells around her. Everyone but him of course. No matter how many times she yelled at him, cursing and blaming him for impregnating her he didn't mind. Because every time that side of Arya would show, the softer side would soon follow. It was only around him, something that only made their connection stronger. Those secret moments where they would sit together telling their unborn child stories of their childhood. Or when she would pull him over to her to rest his ear against her growing belly. Her long fingers threading through his dark hair, as she hummed the lullaby's her mother sang to her as a child.

He looked over to his wife who was dressed in nothing but a thin night-gown. Long loose curls tumbled down her back and goose bumps prickled her skin as a gentle breeze blew through the open window. "You're freezing love," he said coming up behind her. His large hands rubbed at the dotted flesh in an attempt to warm her.

"I'm the opposite actually," she smiled. "I feel like I'm in an oven."

"Well your skin would suggest otherwise," he countered. "You're covered in goose bumps."

"It's just my body being stupid," she shrugged. "Trust me, I feel like I'm on fire."

He moved his hands so they rested on the swell of her stomach. "And what about our little girl? Is she hot or cold?"

He could feel more than see her eye roll. "Why are you so insistent that she's a she and not a he?" her tone amused.

"Because I just know," his chin now resting on her shoulder.

"And you think you'd know better than me?" she challenged.

"On most things no…but with this yes."

She turned to face him, her grey eyes looking at him incredulously. "You're stupid," she said in response.

"Yes I am, but that's what you love about me right?"

"No," she said shaking her head. "I love you for your abs," she teased running her nails along his torso.

He was out of breath and covered in sweat. Still dressed in his army uniform he weaved in and out of the crowd of people at the airport until he reached the waiting area. His eyes searched frantically for the curly mop of dark hair and grey eyes that looked similar yet completely different to that of his wife.

"Gendry!" he heard someone call his name. He turned to see Jon run towards him. The two embraced quickly before Jon motioned for him to follow. "She's at the hospital but she's refusing to push without you there," he said worriedly.

"Why doesn't that surprise me?" he said shaking his head as they made their way to Jon's car.

"She's as bloody stubborn as you," his brother in law said annoyed. They jumped in the car minutes feeling like hours as they drove to the hospital. He couldn't stop his leg from shaking as he continued to foot tap nervously. "You ok?" Jon asked.

"No, not really," he said instantly. "I should be there with her," he said guiltily. He hated himself for not being by her side. He hadn't wanted to go back on deployment but she insisted that it would be fine. That there was no way this baby was coming out without him.

"She'll understand," he offered.

As soon as they reached the hospital both men ran towards the maternity ward. Gendry followed his brother in law as they zigzagged down the corridors. He could hear Arya's loud screams and burst through the doors, her grey eyes staring at him with relief.

"I'm here Ar," he murmured in her ear as he held her hand. He expected her to shout at him. To blame him for causing her so much pain and to get angry for not being there sooner. But she didn't. She just smiled at him weakly, her face contorting into a grimace with each wave of pain.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God," she screamed, along with a stream of expletives. Gendry watched on in horror as his wife struggled through the contractions. She was beet red and sweat streamed down her face, plastering her hair to her forehead.

He remained by her side, his hand never leaving hers. "You're doing good love," he whispered. "So good," he continued. They were there for hours, her eyes bloodshot from exhaustion. Her wails began to increase as the contractions became more frequent.

"You're almost there Arya," the doctor voiced. "Only a couple of more pushes," he finished.

"Come on love you can do it," Gendry encouraged. She looked at him and nodded and began pushing. With one final scream the high pitched shrill of another echoed in the room. He leaned his head into hers. Their foreheads touching as he stroked her face with his loose hand. "You did it love," he said proudly. "You did it."

"Would you like to cut the cord?" one of the nurses asked him with a soft smile.

He was speechless, only able to nod in response. His legs felt shaky as he made his way to their child. "It's a girl," the nurse said. "Congratulations," she said offering him the utensils to cut the cord with. When it was all done they wrapped her in a pink blanket, something that made him smile. He knew Arya would hate it instantly and if she had any fight left in her he knew she would ask for it to be replaced with blue. "Here you go," the nurse said handing the small bundle to him. He looked down at his daughter, beautiful grey eyes staring back at him. She had raven black hair like his own and he swore he saw her small lips curl into a smile.

"Hello beautiful," he cooed as he walked towards his wife. Arya watched him with a look of serenity, her tired eyes now full of life again. "I told you she was a girl," he teased.

"Shut-up," she shot back with a grin. He carefully placed their daughter in Arya's arms, taking a seat beside her. "She's perfect," she breathed.

"She is," he agreed. "And so are you," he said leaning in and kissing her on her temple. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and she leaned into his body, her head resting under his chin.

"What will we name her?" she asked.

"I honestly don't have a clue," he chuckled.

"You mean to tell me that you had a feeling she would be a girl but you didn't think of any names?"

"I thought I'd leave that up to you."

"How about Lya," she said stroking the small girls cheek. "After my aunt Lyanna."

"Lya Waters," he said aloud. "I like it."

"I think she does too," she giggled as they both looked down to see her smiling up at them.

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