By the time she finds out, it's too late.
No sickness. No pains. Just armor that won't fit. Straps that can't be pulled tighter. Two thick, red alleys have begun to cut Podrick's hands from the struggle. Every day his palms get rawer. "Leave," Brienne hisses. She looks away, waits to hear the door close, takes the armor off herself and sits.
Maybe she really is with a child—the idea is so sickening she may throw up—isn't that what pregnant women did? She never thought of herself much of a woman. She didn't even know if she could get pregnant.
She closes her eyes, takes a breath, and looks down. Her tunic in her hands, her body is different. Brienne can't remember the last time she bled. Sometime before the battle.
Sometime before Jaime.
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In the Name of the Mother
FanfictionThe one where Jaime dies killing Cersei, and Brienne is left with more than the memory of her first love.
