Robb had never witnessed childbirth. He had heard his mother through the door with his siblings but never in person. The aftermath, where his siblings were cleaned and snuggled into his mothers arms, were what he initially expected of his wife's pregnancy.
However, his other world wife refused to let him leave. She had said "fuck tradition" with such conviction that he could not and would not leave her side. They were partners for life. No woman could take his wife's place.

Zipporah had managed to keep her cursing to a minimum for most of the delivery. Occasionally, she mutter "fuck" under breath, but could either male blame her? The young lord was fairly certain that his hand was bruised. Her inhuman strength was one element
of herself that she did not keep to a minimum. Maester Luwin had been brave. Toward the end, with each contraction, the contents in the room shook and moved on their own. Robb could remember the older man's initial look of horror and the gradual change
to awe. His family had doubted her. Between Bran's healing and this, doubt should be the furthest thing from House Stark's mind.

His eyes twinkled with wonder as he watched his wife feed their son. He had his mother's dark hair, but he had his father's nose and eyes. The perfect combination of the two. Robb noted that his son did not have Zi's pointed ears. Would the North have cared? Robb doubted it. They loved their goddess, thus they would love her son. Their son would more than likely be gifted, giving further advantage to House Stark. In Robb's mind, their House had a secure future. He would not allow the Lannisters to succeed in their power grab. The North would remain.

We need to name him, love.

I know. I can't seem to choose. This a big deal right?

He's going to be the future Warden of the North.

Well shit.

Love.

Sorry.

Don't be. We need to be ready to give the North a name.

Okay. Give me a moment okay?

Robb nodded, took a seat beside his wife and child, and reached to stroke his son's wisps of hair.

Hold him when he's done?

Of course.

I love you, Robb.

As I love you.

She shifted her arms, disconnecting their son from her. A small yawn escaped his lips causing Robb to grin at them. Carefully reaching out, he took the babe into his arms. The young lord had listened intently when the Maester instructed the young couple on how to hold the babe properly.

Maester Luwin had also insisted that the couple and child have some time together before the rest of the family. Robb thanked the gods that both were healthy. His wife seemed restless.

"You want to move, don't you?"

"Caught me. I promise I'll be good, for now. I can't wait to run, fight, and.."

"And what?" He asked curiously. He was completely enthralled with his son. He was content. He desired nothing at the moment, for his wife had fulfilled the traditions of the North, that was more than enough.

And fuck you.

Robb froze on the spot and looked up at his wife who was smirking at him.

"Already?" He asked in disbelief. Theon had teased him that once a baby was born, his wife would no longer want to have sex. She would be "ruined."

"You listen to Theon too much. I've already healed myself. Everything is fine."

The baby hesitantly opened his eyes, and Robb was taken captive by deep blue. The color was a cross between the couple, not steel yet not sky; it was almost a metallic swirl.

"We did good, huh?" Zi teased as she pulled her dress back on. She had a feeling that visitors were coming.

A soft knock sounded on the door. With Robb being enraptured by their son, Zi shouted, "Come in. He's awake."

The room burst open revealing Jon, Han, Sansa, Arya, and Lord Stark, each smiling at the couple.

Aiden Brandon Stark

Perfect.

"Father, meet your grandson, Aiden Brandon Stark." Robb offered the newborn to Hand of the King.

Ned Stark smiled at his son as he took his grandson into his arms. The babe was well behaved, not crying like the others. Deep blues seemed to be studying him. Ned held the child's stare and could not deny the joy he felt. His eldest had given the North an heir. An heir of a goddess.

"He's quite handsome, Robb. Takes after the both of you."

"Can I please hold him?" Sansa begged with earnest eyes. Zipporah let out a laugh.

"Do not worry Sansa, there will be plenty of time to hold him. He'll need his Aunts and his Uncles." She sent a pointed look at Jon who simply nodded in reply.

You can't send them away, yet. I heard you earlier. The pack remains. The lone wolf dies.

You've seen it?

Love, everything that I've advised has come to pass. Please trust me. House Stark must remain together. Dividing ourselves will make us weak. Plus, King Robert has given us leverage. We will have Tommen Baratheon to foster, remember?

Aye, I haven't forgotten.

A squeal sounded from Sansa as she held Aiden. "He's so beautiful, Zi. I'll have to make him some clothes. He's definitely a Stark. So cute!"

Arya moved closer to her sister to see her nephew. She couldn't deny that he was adorable. Aiden would be beloved. Arya stroked his cheek and marveled at how soft his skin was.

"He's so soft."

"Aye, baby skin is the softest." Ned stated in agreement with his daughter's observation. Han chuckled, "You did good kid."

He hugged her as she laughed in reply. Zipporah wouldn't trade this moment for the world. She had already put the pain of child birth in the back of her mind. Aiden was worth it.

"Ah, Robb's a father now." A strong voice sounded from the doorway. There stood Robert Baratheon, grinning from ear to ear. He waddled in and joined in the celebration.

"My wife is with your wife. The boy has yet to wake. His color has returned." He paused and glanced at Zipporah, "Holy hell girl, you don't look like you just gave birth."

"Thank you, Sir."

He nodded to her and moved to look at the babe before him.

"He looks like the both of you. It's strange, none of my children took after me." The room went silent. No one knew what to say. The King glanced about and furrowed his brow. "What?" He questioned.

"Nothing, Your Grace. Bearing children is a curious thing." Zi replied smoothly with a bright expression.

"Tis true. Robb is more Tully than Stark, and Arya more Stark than Tully." Sansa offered with a meek smile. If Ned didn't know any better, his House was covering for Lannister sins. Ned knew now wasn't the right time to break the news to Robert, but he was surprised at how well his children handled the pressure of knowing the truth.

The King glanced at Robb and then Arya and simply nodded to himself.

"Sansa, why don't you let the King hold Aiden? He did guess the gender right." Han jested. His attempt at changing the topic was successful. He gave Zi an old resistance signal—follow his lead.

The red head froze for a moment. Did she lose her composure?

"Sansa? Give Aiden to the King." Zipporah murmured quietly.

The young teen carefully handed him over. The King easily took into his arms.

"You two did quite the job." He commented as he beheld the child in his arms. "He'll grow strong for sure. Make House Stark proud." King Robert couldn't help but think of his children. They were unfit to take the throne, especially Joffrey. Tommen stood a chance if the Stark's were able to mold him into a Northerner. He had serious doubts the kind boy was capable of ruling a kingdom. It was time for a change. Not that he desired to do it, but it needed to be done and fast. The Lannisters were circling.

"Thank you, Your Grace." Robb replied with a slight bow.

"Ned, we must discuss the future. Immediately." Robert quickly passed Aiden to Arya who grinned with delight.

"I'm going to teach you how to do so many different things." She whispered the boy. Lord Stark glanced at his family before following the King to his private chambers. What did the King need to discuss so urgently?

Zipporah motioned for Han to close the door, which he was all to happy to do. Who knew who was lurking about?

"The king is having doubts about lineage."

"What kind of doubts?"

"His children's ability to rule in his place."

"What does this mean?"

"Lord Stark won't be coming home anytime soon."