This time it was different. Pregnancy made you volatile, Jamie had dealt with it. But this time it was different. You screamed, you struggled.

Jamie didn’t even know what to do or say. You hated being pregnant. You hated the feeling of being sick and vomiting. You hated carrying a Lannister's baby.

"Enough." He grabbed your wrists, furious.

"Murder me." You said. The arguments between you were heated. "Murder me like you killed my brother!"

"Don’t do that—."

"Do it!" Your tears came out.