"I did, but I get you, so I think I'm getting the better of the deal." Neither one of them was good at being without one another now - and birth control - such as it was - wasn't fool proof. It was bound to happen.

"Well, my darling wife," and he savored that phrase, because it would be soon enough, "I'd rather ask permission than have a ringing ear from you smacking me for putting my head on your belly." He felt her stomach, still flat, but still... he leaned in, and whispered, "Hello there, little Stark, and yes, I promise you'll be a Stark when you get out of there ... I'm your Daddy. You've just made it possible for me to marry your Mommy, so thanks kid. I'll buy you a pony later."