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In which Jaime listens to Brienne read to him.

“Poppop?” Little fingers brushed at the tears on his cheeks.

Jaime’s eyes flashed open as a small child climbed into his lap and blew at the drop of brine on her skin. He hit the pause button on his audio player and pulled his headphones out of his ears. Emerald eyes swerved up to gaze at him. He searched through the trees and saw Joanna making a gesture of apology at him from a distance, but he smiled and waved her away. Joanna nodded and whisked herself back to the group of people.

Where in it is the day after Baratheon Christmas Bash.

“I’m so happy for you. You’ve been pining after him for so long.”

Brienne instantly flushed bright red as Jaime grinned and kissed her neck, “Pining wench? Oh, I've been meaning to ask. What has Brienne said about my hair?”

"Oh gods," Loras groaned.

"Don't even get me started," Sansa decried.

"One can't remember an hour long monologue," Renly grinned.

In which one generation teaches another, teaches another, teaches another.

“You try having three kids!” Jaime snapped as he fell back on his ass with his arms crossed petulantly, his hair stuck up in every which way both due to Brienne’s hands and the static of the blanket. He had been so damn close.

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Jaime was the first one to notice it. It was just the slight tilting of a book, the gentle squint of her eyes, and the unwavering stare on a page. A lump grew in his throat that threatened to choke him.

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“Foul!” Brienne screamed as she shot to her feet.

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In which there are milestones.

She sighed bitterly as her eyes fluttered closed, exhaustion still permeating her bones. “I guess it wasn’t just a fever for once,” she murmured as the fingers of the hand he held brushed against his palms.

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Why his children insisted on making this more than just a casual event, he would never know, but it was an excellent idea to have a party in the garden either way. Their wedding had not just been a celebration of their marriage, but a celebration of all of the family and friends they had made along the way, so why not have it be the same for an anniversary? Jaime just really hoped that his teenage children could actually plan as well as they boasted they could. He really hoped that Joanna and Galladon wouldn’t break too many things.

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In which Jaime and Brienne go on their not-a-date and Jaime is a smart ass, but with class.

“You know,” Brienne said as she looked up from the description she was reading and regarded Jaime who was once again approaching her, “You can just ask me to read some of these out loud to you instead of circling every exhibit four or five times.”

Jaime rolled his eyes as he went to stand beside her with his arms awkwardly crossed due to his cast. He stared at what he assumed was some boring background information about the era from which the weaponry from this exhibit heralded from, the Iron Throne Era. “You’re just slow.”

Brienne scoffed as her eyes shone at him amused, “I just do museums the right way,” she shot back.

In which Jaime goes to a check up with Brienne.

Jaime tried not to shake. He really did, but not only was he nervous about going to an appointment with Brienne, he was also nervous about talking to Selwyn again for the first time since he and Brienne had started going out. There was no way that Brienne had told her father that they had engaged in sexual acts, right? Right? But it was hopeless either way, Brienne had stayed over at his place too many times for Selwyn not to know what was going on. Maybe Jaime should have bought a peace offering. I'm sorry I am sexually attracted to your daughter sir. Please don't squish me. The fact that Selwyn hadn't hunted him down when he had dropped Brienne off on the curb after she had told him she was sick was already mercy enough. "Hello sir."

Selwyn's mouth quirked up in the most amused of smiles, "Call me dad."

In which Selwyn makes a suggestion.

Brienne’s eyes watered as she buried her face into her dad's shoulder, “Are you sure?” she breathed as she wrapped her arms around her father's torso. It wasn't often that Brienne felt small, but in her father's arm, she always felt little and protected.

“I was pretty sure before the New Year,” Selwyn said and then looked at Jaime earnestly, “But I was positive after. You practically spend all of your time there anyways.” Selwyn's eyebrow raised for Jaime to see and Jaime blanched ever so slightly. "And when you're not there, it seems like Jaime isn't either," Selwyn quipped.

"Stop teasing him dad," Brienne berated half-heartedly.

"Let a father enjoy his daughter's romance and happiness twelve years in the making. I don't get to hear much about it anymore, when as a sprite you wouldn't stop talking—"

In which Jaime and Brienne go on their first real date and Brienne has more to confess.

“Yes wench. I designed the universe so that at this very moment in time I could present to you a thousand shooting stars originating from the lion constellation.”

Brienne giggled again, turned back to the sky, and tipped her head so that her temple rested on his shoulder. Her hair tickled his cheek. “That would be very romantic.”

“I am incredibly romantic wench.” Brienne hummed happily as they watched the stars dart across the sky together. “You know… you’re supposed to make wishes on these things,” Jaime said as he turned to face her, “What are you going to wish for?” He knew what he was going to wish for.

“There have been so many of them, I don’t think I have that many wishes,” Brienne said and met his eye.

“Come on, fulfill their destinies. All shooting stars want to be wished upon.”