To Love A Gun

Shooting Twelve

“Sansa, you ready?”  Arya said more as a statement than a question.  Sansa nodded her head and grabbed her bouquet.  She made her way to the closed doors as her father was standing there waiting for her.  His eyes grew wide and a bit teared up as he laid them on his eldest daughter.  

 

“Is the big bad Stark Judge crying?”  She teased as she wrapped her arm in the crook of his.  

 

“Yes, only you and your sister have the capability of making me do that.”  He teased back, placing a gentle kiss on the top of her head.  

 

“Daddy, is it true you and mom will be going back with Bran and Rickon?”  Sansa asked, with new found tears in her eyes.  

 

“Yes.  I’m taking a leave of absence in order to protect all of you.  Arya is being stubborn and refuses to leave with us.  Robb will be taking over as head, until my return.”  

 

“Is the lannister threats that big?”  

 

“Yes.”  

 

“Is that the main reason this wedding is rushed?”

 

“We didn’t want to put more pressure on you.  Or Jon.”  

 

“I understand. Truly, I just wish you would have told me.”  

 

“I’m sorry.  But, we will be coming back for holidays.”  

 

“I understand dad.  I do.”  

 

“You’ll be safe with Jon.”  

 

“I know.  Hes just like you.  Kind and caring, and will do his duty.”  Sansa gripped her fathers elbow tighter to her.  “I don’t want you to worry as much about me.  Worry about Arya. She seems to have a thing for the Baratheon boy.”  With a slight smile and a nod of his head, the doors to the septem opened.  Sansa’s eyes began to glisten as she put on a smile for the crowds.  Ned titled his head towards his daughter so that only she could hear.  

 

“I won’t let you fall.”  

“I know daddy.  You never have.”  Sansa and Ned Stark began the long walk down the aisle, towards Jon.  Who couldn’t take his eyes off of her.

 

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“Jon, their pulling the car around, to take us to the airport.”  Sansa said, grabbing his attention.  Jon pulled away from his daze off dreamland, to smile at his newly made wife. “Are you okay?”

 

“You shouldn’t be asking a the man you just married if he is okay?”  Jon teased as Sansa laced her fingers with his.  

 

“I know, you just seem out of it.”  

 

“Well, for the rest of the night, I’ll focus on you.”  Sansa blushed as Jon leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her lips.  “I mean, if you still want to keep our deal valid.”  

 

“No backing out.  I want a real wedding night.  Not rushed like this wedding.”  She gave a small laugh as Jon threw in a chuckle.  

 

“I’ll try, I have to admit its been awhile.”  

 

“I trust you Jon.”  Sansa whispered as she placed a reassuring kiss on his cheek.  

 

“Okay, save it for later.”  Aegon spoke up, as he received a push from Robb.  

 

“What did I say?”  

 

“Cut it out Robb.”  Sansa said, placing her arms around her brothers neck.  Pulling him into a bone crushing hug.  

 

“You’ll be okay?”  He whispered to her.  She nodded her head with a smile.

 

“You’re only allowed to be gone for about two weeks, so enjoy it while it lasts.”  Aegon said patting his brother on the back.  Eli Martell walked out with Mr. and Mrs. Stark.  

 

“Take good care of her.”  Ned Stark shook Jon’s hand.  

 

“I will sir.  I promise.”  Eli almost pushed Ned off his feet as she rushed Jon into her arms.  

 

“I’m so proud of you.”  

 

“Mom, you're embarrassing him.”  Rhaenys said as she gave him a kiss on the cheek.  

“I want a niece or nephew.”  Sansa laughed as Jon, began to blush even more.  

 

“Yes, grandbabies are all the rage.  Don’t you think Cat?”  

 

“I would love a grandchild while you're at it.”  

 

“Mom!”  Sansa said as her blush went almost darker than Jons.  The car was brought around, as they kissed all of theirs parents goodbye.  Jon, helped Sansa into the passenger seat as they pulled away to the airport.  

 

“So, tonight we will be sleeping in the airport hotel, and then tomorrow we will be making our way to your families private island off the coast of Essos?”

 

“Where no one can bother us.”  

 

“So our wedding night will be?”  

 

“Where ever you want it to be.”  Jon said with a smile, kissing the back of her hand.  

 

“Airport honeymoon sweet.”  Sansa said determined.  Jon chuckled at her eagerness.  

 

“We can wait.”  

 

“I don’t want to wait Jon.  I want a normal wedding night.”  

 

“I want whatever you want.”  Jon said back, gripping her hand tighter.