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“I don’t want you to go, Jon,” Dany said with tears in her eyes, while the were calling for the las embark, making him chuckle.

“What?”

“I fear that if you go it will be the end of our relationship,” Dany said while looking down, and Jon saw tears fall. “Braavos-“

“It will be only for a few months, Dany. I promise that our relationship will survive,” he reassured her, pulling his girlfriend in a tight hug.

“But-“

“We already talked about this, Daenerys. You know how much this internship means for me. For us,” Jon cut her.  “You have been admitted to the best law school in Westeros, and I’ve got this internship at the Iron Bank of Braavos. We have great plans.”

She only nodded but did not voice a word and neither looked at him.

“You want something great, Jon? Let's wreck the plan,” came Dany’s voice who looked up. “Let's start our lives right now, today. I mean…I have no idea what this life is gonna look like, but I know that it has the both of us in it. And I choose us. The plan doesn’t make us great Jon. What we have together. That’s what will make this great.

Jon was left speechless for a moment as he looked into her beautiful amethyst eyes so full of hope and so full of love, before pulling Dany in another kiss. And his girlfriend warped her arms around him neck tightly, giving kisses.

“I love you Jon,” Dany breathed out, breaking.

“I love you too,” swallowed Jon, closing his eyes, and trying to see what that life will be, but failing. So, breaking, he said, “And one year in Braavos won’t change that, Dany. A hundred years cannot. Nothing will stop me from loving you. Nothing will keep me away from your arms.”

That was breaking her heart and was breaking his heart. A sob escaped her, and Dany took a step back in disbelief, and Jon, not bearing the sight of what he was doing to her, turned and left. His tears dared to come down, but Jon didn’t let them fall, hiding his hurt with a smile when the man asked to see his boarding pass.

Twelve years later…

“Last night was incredible,” came Arianne’s voice as Jon was lying in bed reading the economics, and listening to the news about the stock exchanges.

“What?” and the girl chuckled, shaking her head while dressing up, “I said that last night was incredible.”

“That’s because you are an amazing lover.”

“I want to see you again,” Jon said, running his eyes up and down her body, seeing a smile appear, as she bent to get her shoes.

“I would like that too.”

“Tonight.” Earing a chuckle from her, as she sat down, putting on the shoes.

“It’s Christmas eve, Jon.”

To which boldly said, “I'll crunch you like nougat.” Making the girl laugh and get up. “I’m sorry. But I’ve to visit my parents in Sunspear.”

“There?”

“Yep. That’s why I need to hurry up,” the girl said, picking up her coat and her gloves, then before leaving said, with a smile, “It was nice to meet you, Jon.”

Jon smiled, and once she left, he sighed. It was time to get ready and leave too. Work was waiting for him.

Once ready, he left his apartment, and in the lift, he met Melisandre Baratheon, second wife of the former mayor of the city, and who smiled while holding her Chihuahua in her arms. “Mrs. Baratheon.”

“Hello, Jon. Don't stop singing because of me.”

"I'm a shy man, Mrs," he said, as they were getting lower and lower. “So when are you gonna leave that old corpse of Mr. Baratheon and run away with me?” Jon said, joking, earning the laughs of the woman. Still very beautiful at her age of fifty years.

“You know you can never satisfy me the way he does,” she retorted, playing along and giving him a glance while trying to hold the smirk.

Once down, and after greeting the man the reception, Jon jumped into his Lamborghini that was dark as the night skies above the capital in winter times, Jon sped through the streets of King's Landing heading for the Dragonpit, ready to close the biggest deal of his career.

When he got there, Jon handed the keys to Barristan Selmy, who greeted him, wishing a Merry Christmas, while he immediately headed for the office, and once everyone from his team was there, Jon started to expose the plans, even though they didn't look very focused.

"If LionTech's stock falls any lower than 40, we are in trouble for stocks market valuation," Jon said, typing on the keyboard, before looking to those who were working on the project. "So, please, watch what you say to the institutional consumers."

We have a bargaining day before zero hours and I don't want any trouble. Seeing one of his distracted co-workers resting on the table, Jon asked, "A dragon for your thoughts, Edric."

And the man immediately turned to him, startled, and glanced at the others.

"Sorry, Jon. I was thinking about my wife and the kids. I told them to be back for dinner. You know, it's Christmas Eve."

"Oh, is that tonight?" Jon joked, receiving laughter from everyone, before adding in a chuckling though serious tone, "You think I like being here on Christmas?"

"No, eh...but maybe-"

Jon laughed, "Okay. Maybe I've narrowed my field of vision this holiday, but in two days we're going to announce one of the biggest mergers in Westeros’ history. A deal like that, it goes through to the end without asking for a vacation," Jon added with a higher, raspy tone as he looked towards them. But understanding them, he said “December 26. After that, there will be so much money flowing that it will be like Christmas every day. So if you want to celebrate that day, you all have my blessing."

"Yes. I'm sorry."

"No. I don’t want you to be sorry. I want you to be excited," Jon said, in the same exciting way. "I want my gift to be the first one you open this year, and do you know why? Because my present comes with ten zeros."

"You know, you right...I'm focused man."

"Good. Let's turn to page 15 of the prospectus."

And so they continued until late afternoon, when everyone sighed with gratitude, leaving the office in a hurry. Jon instead went to his office.

“All right Mr. Snow. These are today's calls. I hope you won't stay here as late as your usual Christmas Eve," said his secretary, "I still have some Christmas shopping to do."

"What? You too?" asked Jon, shaking his head as he said in exasperation. "I give everything to this thing. I'm more Christmassy here than anybody."

“You are my idol, Jon.”

When he reached his office, and sat down in his chair, Jon couldn't believe the name he read on one of the cards. "Daenerys Targaryen."

"What Mr. Snow?"

"Daenerys Targaryen," Jon repeated the name, showing the woman the card. "She was my first girlfriend...and the only one I really loved if I'm being honest. I almost married her twelve years ago.

“You? Married?” chuckled the woman.

“Almost married,” Jon gave her a look, before leaning back. “She didn’t want me to go to Braavos, and when we were standing at the airport, saying our goodbyes, she begged me to not do it.”

“So you left her?” asked the woman, not very surprised.

“Aye. It wasn’t easy, but it was the right decision to make. I took the road less troubled, Laena.”

“Well, then let’s see what the girl wanted,” Laena said, starting to type the number. Part of him was intrigued by this. He would love to see what that smart girl has become because she had such a great potential. But he was too coward to do so, and immediately blocked the call.

"No."

“No? You don’t want to know why this girl who you almost married called you.”

“Christmas loneliness I suppose. And she called the only one who got away years ago.”

“Half past eight on Christmas Eve, Jon Snow is still at his desk. It's touching,” said Tyrion Lannister, owner of this place, entering and heading straight for the bottle with the liquor. He had been his mentor for many years and was also related to the man for whom they were closing this big deal.

“Tyrion. I don't see you running home to trim the tree.”

"That’s because I’m a heartless bastard who only cares about money."

“Well, you know what. The Gods love you for that.”

The man chuckled, sitting, “Joffrey Baratheon is nervous.”

“Happens when you spent 150 billion dragons on some aspirin,” chuckled Jon. But that man wasn’t one of the cleavers. He was one of the richest. Even more than him.

“Someone must nurse him through this,” Tyrion said, making Jon confused because he didn’t know what he means. “That man hates me. He only accepted all this because you are the best in Westeros. And I took you under my wing for that same reason.”

“What?”

“He is going North, for vacation. He met a girl from there. I think she is one of your kin. You will go there too.”

“Deal. I will go tomorrow,” said Jon, before turning to Laena. “Call Robb. Tell him I will take a little trip to the north.”

“Cheers to you, lad. Pride of modern capitalism.”

“Hey, Tyrion, let me ask you a question,” Jon said, and the man stopped. “An ex-girlfriend calls you out of a blue on Christmas Eve, what you would do?”

“Are you seriously in trouble getting dates?”

“Aye.”

The man chuckled, “Leave it in the past. Old flames are like old taxes return. You put them in cupboards for three years and then got them loose.”

Laena gave him a look of pity, not agreeing with the decision, as she moved away, and Jon said, “I will leave from my office tomorrow. Gather everyone in the morning. Schedule and emergency strategy session.”

“That will be a nice little holiday treat,” the woman retorted, leaving, and clearly not liking it. But business is business.

Hours later….

Jon was standing at the window looking outside, as no soul could be seen. But why should anyone be outside at his hour and especially on Christmas Eve? Everyone was home, with their families, while he was alone and had no one with whom to spend this day.

So he sighed, packing his things and leaving the office after another long day of work.

“Oh, Mr. Snow. Why didn’t you call, I would have brought you a ride. Shall I bring you the car?"

“No. Thank you Barristan. I will take a walk.”

“That’s a good night for. Then I shall send the car to your house,” the old man said, and Jon nodded. “Merry Christmas, Mr. Snow.”

“To you too, Barristan.”

As he walked down the empty street in the cold evening, and with the streetlamps lighting his way, the snow began to fall again. And that made him smile. A Christmas without snowing was no Christmas. Especially in the city.

He passed the decorated gates, entered the park, and then sat on a bench for a moment, smelling the cold winter air that had managed to give this city a change, before opening his eyes again and looking at the big tree in the middle of the park, with the star at the top of it.

Suddenly, Jon heard the crunch of wheels, and turning around, saw an old tramp with a cart approaching.

“Good night, sir. Merry Christmas,” the man greeted him, and Jon nodded, “To you too.” But before he could move too far, Jon stopped him, “Wait.” And getting up, pulled out some money from his pocket. “No one should spend Christmas Eve fasting."

The man looked at him with a raised eyebrow, and Jon, in that moment spotted a red wine stain birthmark that extended from his throat up to his right cheek and he could tell that it had the shape of a raven drawn in blood.

He accepted the money, thanking him and asking, “How is it that on Christmas Eve you walk around like a ghost when others are with their families?"

"I wanted to clear my head."

"That's not true. I recognize a lonely and confused man when I see him."

"Me? Lonely and confused?" laughed Jon. "I'm a rich man. I have women, money, friends. Why should I be confused about my life and especially lonely."

"Then you have everything Jon Snow and at the same time, nothing."

“How do you know my name?” Jon become all serious, but the man didn’t reply, starting to walk, and Jon immediately followed him. “Wait! You did not answer me.”

Suddenly, children started to laugh, and giggle, and looking behind, Jon saw a bunch of them with their parents enter, heading straight to the field and starting to fight with snowing balls. But when he turned back, the man was gone, and only the cart was left. He looked around, but there was no sight of him.

“What the hell happened?” Jon asked himself confused, before heading back home.

The morning lights lit up the room, making Jon groan in complaint because he wasn’t ready to get up. Not yet. He was sure that the curtains were closed the night before. Well, there was nothing he could do but get up. Yet when he tried to do so, Jon felt a weight on him and something warm lying next to him. Blinking a few times, Jon looked down, only to see shoulder-length silver-gold locks. A woman. Yet last night he was sure that he went sleeping alone.

Suddenly the woman mumbled in her sleep while snuggling closer, “Ten more minutes, Jon. It’s Christmas Day.”

Jon was confused for a moment, especially because he recognized the voice, more or less, and pushing the locks, revealed the face. It was her. It was Daenerys. What the hell was happening?

He suddenly heard the voice of a child chanting, and looking at the door, Jon saw a little girl with long dark curls appear, holding a little toddler in her arms whose hairs were matching Daenerys’.

The little girl places the toddler on the bed and climbing on started to jump while still singing. “Let’s up and shine. Don’t you think we need to open some presents?”

Daenerys rose up, giggling and greeting the child before picking the other baby, and in the meantime, even a dog got on the bed. Big and white just like a wolf, settling himself comfortably.

It took him a moment to recover from this shocking…sight, before jumping down from the bed and put on something. Red pants were the only thing he found. But he didn’t care. He needed to run away from here. Return back to his house. And find someone who could tell him what the hell happened last night.

However, before he could even do it, Dany grabbed him by the arm, pulling him down, and breathing. “Jon! Strong Coffee.”

But he run immediately down the stairs, finding himself not in that beautiful apartment of his but in a house, and when the door opened, he was shocked at finding that it was her parents to come with arms full of presents.

“Oh, Jon. Merry Christmas, dear,” Dany’s mother said, kissing his cheek, and he immediately pulled away.

“Rhaella? Aerys?”

“Merry Christmas old wolf,” the man greeted him with the usual greeting.

“Excuse me,” Jon said, grabbing the coat and running outside, only to find too his surprise that his car was no more. He ran back inside, asking for answers, “Where is my Lamborghini black as night?”

“You have a Lamborghini?” came Rhaella’s surprised voice. “He has a Lamborghini, Aerys?”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Look. Let me borrow your car, and I promise I will return it.”

“My caddy? Drive your own damn car.”

“Oh, just borrow your precious Cadillac for the Gods sake,” Rhaella said, before heading upstairs.

“There's a perfectly working minivan on the driveway. You may well take that one,” the man retorted, picking the keys and handing them to him, so Jon immediately run back outside, almost slipping down, before igniting the engine and heading for King’s Landing following the highways, knowing it will take hours to reach it, especially with this car.

After four hours of ride, he managed to reach the building where he lived, and getting down Jon saw the receptionist exit the building, and he sighed, “Oh, Davos. Thank the Gods-“

“Sorry, lad. Only the residence can enter.”

“What?” chuckled Jon, confused even more. “What are you talking about? I’m Jon Snow, last floor. What’s the matter with you?”

The man only grunted, before rushing to open the door, and in that moment, Jon saw Melisandre pass, and he immediately stopped her, “Mrs. Baratheon. I think there is something wrong with Davos here.”

But she looked more confused than Davos. “Who is this man?”

“Oh, come on. What’s going on with you two this morning? Is this some kind of a Christmas joke?”

“Look lad. I don’t know what brought you here, but if you don’t want for me to call the cops I advise you to leave.”

“No. I’m gonna call the cops! You are scaring me!”

“No, no, no,” the woman stopped Davos, and Jon thanked her.

“Now if you will excuse me. I’m going upstairs, get some sleep, and then will be fine.”

“Sleep, yes, but not here. I’m sure we can find you some shelter-“

“Shelter? Shelter? Are smacked out of your head!” screamed Jon, angry.  “I’m the richest man in this building! I have twice the meters you have in this building! And I’m going upstairs.”

“Have a walk, lad!” Davos stopped him, raising his voice.

“Ah! Not cool. Not cool! You want to be cunning? Do it! I will find complain to the manager of this building. I will have you fired, Davos! I advise you to stop with whatever this antic is!”

Jumping in his car, Jon headed to his office, and demand some explanations. Once there, he ran straight to Barristan who was at the entrance, “Barristan. You will never believe what happened to me.”

“Hey, stay there, lad.”

“Where is Tyrion?”

“The building is close, lad. It will open tomorrow. If you have business with Mr. Lannister, I advise you to come tomorrow.”

“Selmy. Why do I feel like I need to remind you that I’m Jon Snow, President of the Company?”

“Look, I don’t care who you are. It’s Christmas and like I told you the building is closed.”

“I don’t think you heard me correctly, Barristan. I’m Jon Snow. Jon Snow!” and rushed to point out, only to be left baffled when he saw that the name written there as President, wasn’t his but Edric’s.

“Have a nice holiday, lad,” the man said, walking him out, while Jon felt as if he couldn’t breathe. What was happening? He could see his whole world crumble before his sight. What he built for so many years, was all gone. And those he knew, those who knew him, couldn’t recognize him. It was in that moment, as Jon was standing in the middle of the road, that he heard the knowing sound of his car, and turning, Jon found it right before him.

Yet the one inside wasn’t him, and all angry, Jon rounded it, knocking at the window. “That’s my car!”

“Hello, Jack. Merry Christmas.” It was that old man he had met the evening before. The homeless that told him he had everything yet nothing. But only that he didn’t look that homeless. Grey hair slicked back, and short on the sides, a long but well-groomed beard, and the mark very visible on the face. He was wearing expensive clothes and black gloves on his hands.

“You stole my car!”

“I know this all thing is bizarre to you and you felt quite shocked, but get in and I will explain everything to you,” the man said, calmly and seriously. So Jon obeyed, getting in the car that once was his, and the man pushed down the accelerator, racing down the street, and started to explain everything.

“You brought this on yourself, Jon,” the man said, making a turn, while an anxiety attack got him. Jon couldn’t believe his ears. This man was mad. The words he was saying were nonsense.

“You say that I brought this on myself, yet I’ve done nothing but being kind to you!”

“You said that you have everything. That you are not a lonely wolf. Do you remember those words?”

“And for those words, you do me this?!”

“You are a good man, Jon. Last night you did something-“

“Oh, spare me all that shit and tell me what is happening with few words and without babblings!”

“This is a glimpse, Jon,” the man said, making another turn, that made slip the car, still keeping it on the road.

“A glimpse? A glimpse of what?”

“It’s up to you to figure up what is it in time, Jon.”

“How much time before I return back to my old life?”

“It’s up to you,” the man said, stopping and glancing to his right, Jon saw his car. They were back from where they started. “But in your case, it’s up to you.”

Jon grunted under his breath, “Look, man. I…I just want my old life back. So, what’s it that you want? Money? Cars? Houses? I can give you whatever you want.”

The man chuckled, glancing at him, “It doesn’t work like that Jon.”

“Why not?!”

“Because you have to figure all this for yourself-“

“Damn you! Why are you doing me this? Especially now that I’m in the middle of a deal!” Jon shouted, hitting the dashboard of the car.

“Calm down, man. I know what you had, but now you have to work on a new deal,” the man said, as his lips turned in a grin, and he pulled a red bag out. “Take this. You will understand.”

Jon looked inside, finding a bicycle bell. “What is this? I ring and you will come?”

“You need to get out of the car, Jon. There are more businesses that I need to care.”

“No, no, no…What do I do? You did this to me. You cannot leave me like this.”

“All right,” the man sighed. “Let’s get out. We are gonna walk and I will explain it better to you. Deal?”

Jon nodded, swallowing, and getting down. But right when he closed the door, the man speeded away, leaving him dumbly, speechless, and alone in the cold.

Once back, Jon slowly walked inside the house like a strange who didn’t know the place, looking around to make sure that no one was there. However, the moment he reached the kitchen, Jon heard Dany appear behind him, with a phone in hand and release a breath of relief. His…wife, hang down the phone, thanking whoever was on the other side, and came to hug him tightly.

“Oh! Thank the Seven you are all right, Jon.” And Jon could tell that she had cried. “I was so worried.” And Jon got ready for the scolding. “Do you have any idea what you have put us in today? You walked of here at seven in the morning, you don’t tell me where are you going, that you are going, and I only see you hours later? I’ve called all of our friends. I’ve called the police, and I was at the phone with the hospital for Gods sake! What kind of a man leaves his family on Christmas morning without a word about where he is going? What kind of a man does that, Jon?!”

“I don’t know,” stammered, Jon, still fully confused. “And could you please stop yelling at me? I’m trying to understand this all too.”

She seemed to have calmed down, as she glanced up and down at him, asking, “Where were you?”

“I was in the city.”

“The city?”

“Yeah. In King’s Landing.”

“King’s Landing? You drove four hours to the city on Christmas morning?" and Jon nodded. "Why?"

“Because that’s where I live, Daenerys.”

That seemed to piss her even more, as his…wife’s mood changed, pointing the finger, and angrily warned him, “Don’t start this, Jon. Don’t start.”

“Look, Dany. You don’t understand…I…I…woke up this morning, here,” Jon stammered, trying to find an explanation for all this. For all his life. “This is very strange, because this…this isn’t my house.”

“Ah!” she groaned in frustration, dismissing the topic, and moving away.

“Dany. Listen to me…Those aren’t my kids…I’m not a dad…You are not my wife-“

“You know what, Jon? This is not funny this time, because I’m really mad at you,” Daenerys turned to him, and stopping from what she started to do. “I’m really mad. I mean it.” So, Jon pulled out the bell ringing it and hopping for the man to come. “What-?”

But it was their…daughter who came, on a small pink bike in the house, asking, “What’s that, kepa?” and taking it from his hands, said with a big smile. “I like it. Thank you, kepa.”

To which Jon, said, trying to stop her, “That’s mine. Hey! I need it back." he turned to his wife. "She took my bell, Daenerys.”

But his wife did not seem to care, as she sat down, sighing, and shaking her head. “You’ve missed the whole thing, Jon. The pancakes, the presents. You spent four hours putting that bike for Lya, and then you didn’t even get to see the look on her face when she opened it. You missed Christmas, Jon.”

He was lost at words, opening and closing his mouth a few times, before sighing and saying the only thing he could say, but that never did. “I’m sorry.”

She seemed to look at her watch, and getting up said, “Well, we don’t have time for an argue. At least you are ok. I’m ok. We are all ok…But we need to get ready for the …. Party and you aren’t wearing that! I don’t care how hilarious all this you think it is.”

“Party?” chuckled Jon. “I’m not going to a party.”

“You look at this party for all year, what is it with you today, Jon?”

“Believe me Daenerys, but I don’t think that going to a party is the right move for me to do right now,” Jon retorted, trying to change her mind, which did not seem to make her happy.

“Ok. Fine. You know what…You just do whatever you want to do. I’m going,” she said, moving to pick the phone. “I’m telling my mother that she doesn’t have to stay with the kids tonight.”

“What? Are you leaving them with me?”

“Well, yes, since you are not coming,” she retorted, and that was enough to change his mind, taking the phone from her, saying, “I will be ready in five minutes.” Running back to the room where he had woken up this morning.

The moment he opened the wardrobe, however, he almost had a heart attack upon seeing the poor quality of the clothes. He who always wore high fashion, these were not for him. Cheap. So, he searched and searched until he found the best thing he could wear, and once ready, they head to the feast of their friends.

They rang the door and a woman dressed in red opened it, greeted them with a smile, taking the plate that he was carrying, "Jon, Dany, come in."

Dany headed straight towards two women, while Jon felt out of place there, as the woman who greeted them, gave the plate to a man, who must have been her husband, and helped him out of the coat, “Merry Christmas, Jon.” But Jon could tell that she was trying with him…and maybe in another life he would have dug this, but not now. Not when he was so confused.

“So you like this Jon?”

“Aye. It’s beautiful,” retorted Jon, heading straight in the search of something strong to drink because all this felt like nonsense. All people he could not recognize.

“Hey, Jon! Happy holidays,” came Gendry’s voice, if he guessed right since he helped him reach his house because Daenerys warned everyone about his disappearance, and so, after drinking a few glasses of that poor quality of Schoch. “Come here, Jon. Cheers man.”

And they got joined by two more men who started talking about football, and a chuckle escaped him when he said that the stags were going to win the next championship. “They suck.”

Leaving them all three baffled at his words, who exchanged looks and Jon realized that he fucked up, so he immediately changed it all back to optimistic. “But they will do. They will win.”

The rest of the evening, Jon spent it chatting, drinking, eating, smoking, something he never did, with those who were supposed to be his friends, and trying to avoid the advances of Margaery Tyrell. But above all he watched Daenerys, seeing how comfortable she looked in that moment with her friends, chatting and smiling. Something he had missed in all those years since he had brake with her. Jon had always loved her smile when they were young. One of many things he had loved of her. And learned many things now.

Hours later…

Once they were back, they got greeted by the dog, who came straight at him, raising on his rear foot, barking with tongue out.

“I’m going to wake up my mother. Take Ghost out, Jon,” Daenerys said, giving him the leash, and starting to climb the stairs, but Jon stopped her.

“I don’t-“

“The dog is yours, Jon.”

“No, he’s not. I hate dogs.”

“You got it from the North, Jon. You wanted him. But you are right. He is the kids’ dog,” the woman retorted, before adding with sarcasm, “Maybe I should wake Aemon up so he will walk the dog,” leaving him down there, and alone with the…dog who was looking up at him with those red ruby eyes and tongue out, with expectations.

It was cold. It was dark, and not a soul was around, but the dog did not seem to have the slightest intention of stopping and doing his business, making Jon groan in frustration. He was frozen, tired, and his foot were hurting him after he pulled him all over the neighborhood, and Jon feared that he won’t even find the way back home.

At last, the dog stopped, did his business, and Jon was forced to pick it up and throw it in the bin, before Ghost dragged him away, hoping that it was the way home and not another walk around the neighborhood.

Once he was back, Jon headed up to their rooms, dragging his foot around that were heavy like two stones, finding Daenerys already asleep of course, but with a little gift on the bed. Red nightwear for him.

He smiled, glancing at her. No one had ever bought him a gift in years, and this meant a lot to him. So he put it on and then got under the warm covers, next to his wife, falling fast asleep with the hope that all this was a dream and he will wake up in his house, in his bed, and have back the old life without all this headache.

The next morning, Jon heard the clock ring, and the first thing he touched was the spot next to him, finding it thankfully free, and cold. A sigh of relief escaped him. It was all a dream. But to shatter those hopes was the whimper of a baby, and Jon groaned in complaint, silencing his scream with the pillow, before getting Hearing water streaming, Jon knocked on the door, next to the bed, knowing she was inside, "Hello! Dany?"

Receiving no reply from the inside. So, Jon opened the door only to see her in the shower, singing, as he continued to call out to her in vain. Eventually, he shouted, and his wife opened the shower door, standing all bare before him, leaving Jon speechless, and shocked for a moment.

"What?"

Jon run his sight for a moment up and down, before looking immediately away, ashamed and wetting his lips, he, stammering, said, feeling all hot, "The baby...he's crying..."

"And?" she asked with a chuckle, which made Jon glare at her, only for Dany to say, "Don't give me that look, Jon. You know that Tuesday is your turn to change Aemon." And as he was about to leave, she said, “Oh, and Jon, try to get Aemon to the nursery in time this time.”

When Jon found himself before the child, he didn’t know from where to start. For ten whole minutes, he stood up there, looking at the boy who was only in nappies, trying to figure out how to change the diapers. ‘For fuck’s sake, he had never done this!’ Jon screamed inside himself and cursed himself for even approaching that old man.

He finally made up his mind, pulling off the flaps, but almost throwing up at the sight of what he found. Not to mention the foul smell. Thanks to the Old Gods, Lyanna was there to guide him, pointing her little finger to the trash and then to the wet tissues that were in the box, making Jon immediately shake his head, because he understood what he had to do.

"No. Please no." But the girl only nodded a few times, and so carefully, Jon picked them up and cleaned the boy, but trying not to throw up. His...son made such a mess at that moment, pissing himself, and that was making him lose his mind even more than he already did.

But at that moment, he heard his daughter say, "You are not really my kepa, are you?"

He could lie, and not make the child sad, but real life was hard, and he said, approaching it as best he could, 'No. I am not. I work in the capital in one of the most important and finest places in Westeros. I live in an apartment with a doorman, and I can buy anything I want. This is not my life. It’s only a glimpse…or whatever that means.”

“Where is my real kepa?” asked the little girl, sounding as if she was about to burst into cries.

“I don’t know. But don’t worry. I’m sure he loves you and soon will be back.” The little girl slowly got down, and Jon could see how much she looked like him, yet that wasn’t possible. He didn’t have children. Lyanna approached, picking up a small chair, and put it right before him. “What are you doing, Lya?” but the child did not reply, starting to turn him, and look at him.

“They did a pretty good job.”

“Who did?”

“The aliens. In the mother ship. You look just like him.”

“Well, thanks…slightly better, right?” tried to joke Jon, but the little girl instead seemed that she was about to start sobbing. “No, no, no. You aren’t going to cry, right? I don’t think I will be able to deal with that right now.”

“Do you like kids?”

“I do,” Jon lied because making her cry was the last thing he wanted to do.

“Do you know how to make chocolate milk?”

“Well, I think I can figure it out.”

“Promise you won’t kidnap me and ma brother?”

“Sure,” Jon tried to be as serious as possible, but inside him was melting because of the cuteness of this little girl, who smiled, saying. “Welcome to earth.”

Thanks to Lyanna’s instructions, Jon managed to reach the nursery without any trouble, and once the car stopped, he turned, hearing his daughter say, “This is where kids come when parents are at work.”

“Check,” Jon got down from the car, and then open the rear door of the car, ready to pick up Aemon, while following Lya’s instructions. Then he handed the boy to the woman in charge, before heading for his daughter’s school.

When the next time he stopped, Lyanna told him her day, and before climbing down, she warned him to not be late, because kids don’t like to be picked up last, but right before he could go, Jon said, “Hey, Lya, where do I go now?”

“Big T.”

“Big T like the one selling tiers?” asked Jon, seeing his daughter nod. “Why?”

“Because you are working there,” giggled the little girl, running away after throwing a ‘bye’, and Jon sighed. From top Tier at the Dragonpit to an unknown tire seller. Great! He wanted to cry, but to what purpose? It won’t change all this. So he headed there.

When he got there, Jon was left baffled by the ugliness of the place, yet everyone seemed nice, and they all knew him. Upon entering the shop, Jon was greeted by the Christmas mood, of course, with the whole inner decorated with tinsels, globs, lights, and garlands.

“Oh! Jon, my boy,” came the voice of a man, and Jon saw Aerys Targaryen approach him, with a happy smile on his face. “Guess with whom I’ve played bridge two nights ago. Hell, you will never guess. With Randyll Tarly, the CEO of Tarly transport, one of the three biggest trucks company of Westeros. He is looking for a new partner supplier, and I’ve managed to get a deal. So, tell me, Jon? Can we treat these kinds of volumes?”

“I will have to get back on that, Aerys,” was the only thing Jon managed to say because he had not the slightest idea of what the hell the man was talking about.

“Right on, boy.”

Jon sighed, shaking his head and started to enquire the staff on if he had or where it was his office. Of course, everyone took him for a fool or thought he was cheating, until Jon showed his serious face, and they showed it to him.

Obviously, Jon was not prepared for what he found there. Other than the big office on the top floor of Dragonpit. This one was small and full of old stuff, with drawings of his children adorning the door. That brought a smile to his face, but when his gaze landed on the target on the wall with '88 written on it, his mouth dropped, because it was not possible. That year he was in Braavos, finishing his internship and beginning his great career.  Then his sight drifted to a pic where he was with Daenerys and what looked to be their wedding day, and Jon finally realized. This was what his life would have been if he didn’t go to Braavos.

Once that long and stressful day was over, Jon went back home after work, and as he was lying in bed, listening to the recent news of stock exchange, Jon heard that the deal he had worked so much for the whole year, was closed, and it wasn’t he the one to close it. The beast inside him roared in frustration, seeing his seeing all his work fade away.

But suddenly his wife appeared, closing the door behind him, giggling, and breathing, heavily. She jumped on the bed, climbing on top of him, breathing against his lips, “The children are finally asleep. And it had been far too long since we fucked.”

“What?” Jon managed to mumble, while she was trying to undress him all too eagerly, while Jon was still confused by all this, but not surprised by how ardent she was at that moment. After all, she had always been very passionate in bed.

Jon let himself lead for a moment because usually, he was the dominating one in bed, feeling Dany move lower and lower laying sloppy kisses upon his jaw and neck, as his cock was hard as a rock in his pants and throbbing in anticipation. Yet, there was something that was holding him back.

Part of him was telling him to stop this. To not push further her hopes, however, the other half was telling him to screw it. She was his wife. Why should he not want this?

So with a flip, Jon picked her up and made Dany lie on her back. Her legs closed around him, as giggles came from her.

He then pulled up for a moment, to take a good look at her, saying, “By the Old Gods you are so beautiful.”

“Thanks, Jon.”

“No. I’m serious. You are really stunning.”

“This is good stuff,” giggled his wife, pulling him back down and saying between the kisses, “I want you to keep this up.”

But Jon pulled back up again. “I mean. You have always been a beautiful girl, even back in college, but this… you really grew up in a beautiful woman.”

“How can you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Look at me like if you didn’t see me every day for the last twelve years.” And Jon wanted to tell her so badly that it was the truth. Yet, part of him didn’t want to destroy this moment, because it felt so good. “Look, wait a minute,” Dany said, pushing him on the back, and then rushing to the bathroom, making Jon wonder what she wanted to do, but at the same time, intrigued.

When she appeared next time, his breath stopped for a moment, on seeing the beauty that was his wife at that moment. A tiny silky, red transparent camisole with spaghetti straps, the v-neck dipping down low and culminating in a tiny bow. And he couldn't help but notice that her nipples were pebbled into hard little peaks beneath the shiny silk.

Dany frowned as he looked at her, asking, "Do you like it? Or is it a little too much?"

"No, no. I love it," he replied, not wanting to quench the flame burning inside her. "Comm'ere."

His wife giggled, rushing to him, and getting on top of him, kissing Jon roughly, and he tried to keep up with her heat. Tongues sliding and swirling together insistently.

His hands roamed freely up and down her body, across the slippery fabric, down her spine and over her hips, pulling her flush against him. Jon squeezed her slender body to him, but feeling how he was about to burst out.

“I need to be inside you,” he groaned out, breaking, swapping their position, and making Dany giggle, before pulling away, and bringing his hands to her panties, only to stop, dead frozen, asking for her consent. “May I?"

Dany chuckled, panting, "I doubt you need my permission, my love, but yes."

All too eagerly, Jon pulled them down, throwing the panties away and being overwhelmed by her arousal, while she commanded. Fuck, her pussy was gorgeous. “Now yours.”

Jon chuckled, getting down from the bed, and quickly got rid of the lower clothes, throwing them away, freeing his cock to full erection, pumping himself a few times, and hearing Dany draw in a sharp breath. Right, this was the first time in years only for him.

Without dwelling much, Jon got back on the bed, settling between her spread legs, both gasping when his cock touched the lower lips of her cunt. She was so wet in that moment, and Jon couldn’t wait to be inside her.

However, he decided to still take his moment, by kissing his wife, more tenderly. After all, it wasn't sex that he wanted. He wanted to make love to her. Because this is supposed to be something that meant, not a one-night fuck without feelings.

“Jon,” she moaned his name while rubbing herself against him, and running her nails up and down his back. He silenced her moans with his kisses, and then with one hand guided himself at her entrance, slowly pushing inside her, all the way till he was fully sheltered. Dany choked his name, digging her nails in his back, as Jon bent down to kiss her again.

He stayed that way for a moment, wanting to enjoy the feeling of being buried inside her. It was hot and felt like home. He could say, by the way, she was feeling around him, that they were made for each other. Of course, he had always known that, but feeling it now, as they were no longer teens…it was the same feeling.

“Jon?” came her voice, as a hand rested on his cheek, and Jon opened his eyes, “Are you all, right?”

“I love you Dany,” he whispered, sealing their lips, and starting to move his hips, thrusting in and out at a slow rhythm.

Their hands intertwined above her head. Her thighs spread wider, giving him room to thrust deeper, and their kisses were passionate.

The beast inside him came out, because of how good she was making him feel in that moment, and Jon hoped it was the same for her.

Jon pulled up, pushing her leg over the other one so that Dany would lie on her side, and continued to thrust into his wife with fist resting on either side as she moaned biting her lower lips. His fingers dug into her skin, surely leaving marks on her flesh.

And then Jon felt her walls start to clench around him. Dany lay her head down, no longer having the strength to stand up, and he felt his own balls squeal and realized he was about to come.

"Fuck....Dany! I'm about to come..." he warned his wife, maybe expecting her to push him away, but she didn't, and after two more thrusts, he buried himself deep inside her, spilling his seed with a chocking howl, as Dany gasped too. Her knuckles became white because of how tightly she clutched the blankets beneath her, but she was smiling. A pleased smile.

He chuckled, feeling how her cunt was milking him completely, and once he softened up, Jon dropped next to her panting, with hands under his head, and seeing how his seed mixed with her juice was liking down of her cunt.

“WOW!” Jon heard her exclaim. We have made love many times, but tonight... it's like you haven't fucked me in years."

"Maybe that is the truth," he swallowed, taking deep breaths and then blowing out, feeling the bed shake from his wife's laughter, who snuggled closer, laying her head on his sweated chest.

"I love you, Jon."

"I love you too. And I'm not done yet," he eagerly said, turning her on the back, and starting to tickle his wife, before kissing again, and squeezing her breast over the silk.

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A few weeks passed since all the mess happened. He adapted to this life, continuing to work for Davos, going out with his friends for a beer, spending time with his kids, and especially making love with Dany wherever they could. And yet there was a part of him that missed the old life. Especially when, in the middle of January, they went into the shop to buy something for the children, as there were sales.

It was there that his sight fell on expensive clothing, which he once wore almost every day. He stopped and tried a few of them. Especially a black suit with a dark blue chemise that got his attention. The fabric was so... velvet. So perfect.

“Wow!” came his wife’s gasp. “You look amazing in that suit.”

“It’s an unbelieving thing, huh?” he mumbled out, looking in the mirror. “Wearing this suit makes me feel like I’m a better person.” He turned and took a few possess, before saying, “I’m gonna buy it.”

“It’s three thousand dragons, Jon,” pointed out his wife in disbelief. “Are you out of your mind? Common. Let’s go.”

To which Jon said, nodding at Lyanna, “She got new shoes.”

“Those shoes were twenty dragons, Jon. Come on, Let's go get the food you like so much and go home,” she said, shaking her hand while saying to their daughter how he lost his mind.

“No. Do you have any idea what my life looks like Daenerys?”

“Excuse me?”

“I wake up in the morning covered with dog saliva. I drop the kids off, spend eight hours selling tiers retails. Retail, Daenerys. I pick the kids up, walk the dog, which by the way, carries all the way his monstrous craps. I play with the kids, take out the garbage. Get six hours of sleep if I’m lucky, and then all starts over again.” Daenerys looked at him, confused, glancing at Lyanna now and then, as Jon continued. “So, what’s for me, huh? Where are my new shoes.”

“You know what is sad, Jon, that your life is such a disappointment to you,” Daenerys said, all serious this time, but not covering enough the storm that was raging inside her.

“I can’t believe that it isn’t a disappointment for you, Daenerys!” he raised his voice more than it should have been. “By the gods Daenerys, I’ve could have been a thousand time better than the man I have become. I could have been the richest…How could you do this to me?! How could you let me give up on my dreams like this?! Come on! I want to know!”

“Who are you?” this wife asked, baffled by his outburst, and Jon realized that he made a mess in front of everyone.

“All right. I’m sorry I was such a saint before and that I’ve become such a prick now. But maybe I’m just not the same guy that I was when we got married.”

“Yeah. Maybe you are not. Because the Jon snow I married, wouldn’t need a three thousand dragons’ suit to feel better about his life!” his wife retorted, this time rising her voice, and taking a step closer. “But I’m telling you, if that’s what is gonna take to end this antic, buy it, for fuck's sake! We will take the money from the kids’ college to buy it out.”

That pissed him even more, and angrily he took it off, “Forget it. We are gonna follow cake. It will be the highlight of my week!”

In silence, they drove back, and guilty settled in his heart. He made a show of that shop on a whim. A whim that the man in the past life would have done. This change was not of the lonely millionaire, but for the poor tire salesman with a beautiful family.

He apologizes for her, but Jon doubted she had forgiven him because she was still sulking while looking out of the window. But at least she started to talk to him again, and this ride was enough to light him up on the reason why they end up in Summerhall. Her father's heart attack. It was the reason why he took charge of the show. Because the man no longer could. Then came the children and for Dany, it was a huge success.

In the following days, Dany still was pissed with him, and Jon got to let off steam by bowling with friends, losing of course. All very nice if it weren't for the fact that Margery Tyrell openly flirted with him, making her feelings clear, and surely if he was another man, he would have fallen for her trick without a second thought. But at home there was a woman who loved him by all accounts, and who was the best wife a man could have. So, he turned her down and went back home, where Jon saw Daenerys busy with the household accounts.

“Hey honey. How was the game?”

“Bad. But Gendry seem that he had fun,” replied Jon, heading straight for the fridge, wanting to eat, only to see that it was gone.

"Hey, where's that slice of chocolate cake?"

“Do you mean this chocolate cake?” she asked, and Jon saw the plate next to her, as Dany took a slice, “Mmmm…It’s so good.”

“Give me that cake.”

“No way.” But Jon tried to take it anyway when Dany turned her attention to the papers, only for her to drag away the plate.

“Common, Dany.”

“Sorry. It’s too important for me,” she said all serious, and Jon crossed his arms, getting ready to grab it, only for his wife to jump and run away giggling, through the openings. But he was smarted, and cut her away, only for Dany to slip past him, breathily laughing like a child when she landed on the stairs.

“I want that cake,” Jon hovered above her like a hungry wolf.

“You want this cake?” laughed Daenerys, pushing the cake in his face when he said he wanted it making him laugh too, and pull up with a smile. “Thank you.”

“It’s good right?” she mocked him, and Jon nodded, pushing some pieces from the plate in her mouth, starting to laugh, and she, after the moment of shock, laughed with him. They looked like two fools in that moment, and whoever would have walked in, wouldn’t say that they were grown adults.

Jon glanced up, and asked, her, “The kids are asleep?” and she nodded, so Jon bend down, to kiss her still stained lips, feeling the taste of chocolate on her tongue.

Moans and groans came out from them, as they were laying on the stairs. Her thigs spread, and Jon felt his cock harden in his jeans. By the gods, she was making him so horny that he could fuck her right there and then. But Jon knew this wasn’t the best place.

Dany pushed him, so that he was the one sitting, making him hit the back, and mutter a “Sorry,” through the giggles, as she took off his shirt, while Jon ripped open her chemise. “I don’t think this is the best place where to fuck,” Dany breathed against his lips while biting his lips. “Lya got thirsty at night sometimes-“

“Not tonight,” he groaned back, sucking at her neck, and leaving the stain of his lips upon it, while his hand deepened in her pants, starting to stroke her cunt.

“Mmmmm…Jon,” Dany moaned rocking against his hand, as his fingers slipped in, and squeezing his head to her breast, while his arm was holding her back so that Dany won’t fall.

Jon managed to free himself from her grip and grab Dany’s neck from behind, pulling her down for a rough kiss. Their tongue battled, and bits escapes, as his hand increased the pace, with the addition of another finger.

“Jon!” she cocked back his name, freeing herself from him, and that made him worried.

“Dany?”

But his worries were quenched, when his wife got up and pushed down her pants with a wicked grin on her lips, before kneeling and untying his belt, his jeans, and freeing that throbbing cock of his. Then, climbing on top of him, with knees resting on the stair below him, took hold of his member, earning a gasp from him, and then sunk down all the way till his balls.

“Fuck!” Jon muttered. This was dangerous what they were doing…but hot. He had never fucked on the stairs before.

Like a seasoned amazon, Dany started riding him wildly, jumping up and down on his cock, clutching tightly at his shoulders, while Jon threw his head back, and stretched his legs. Fuck, it felt so good. But he hoped their daughter wouldn't see him.

"Jon!" she cried his name, scratching his chest, and his eyes opened for a moment, seeing what a mess his wife was in that moment. Mouth stained with cake, hair out of place, and marks of his lips on her neck and chest. His hand came to her bouncing tits, squeezing them, cupping them, and leaning down to suck at the hard nipples, making Dany almost fall over, who yelped, gripping on him tightly.

"Jon!"

"Don't worry. I won't let you go," he breathed out, pulling her back to his chest, and his wife smiled, with hands resting on his chest, as they kissed. But before she could continue to ride him, Jon picked her up, and while still inside her, carried Dany to their bedroom slowly, and fucking her there against the bed. First, while she was laying on her back, and then on all fours, until no one of them could take more, falling breathless on the bed.

That night, after having had a good bath, and having Dany do something he never imagined she would do, Jon went into the living room, sat on the sofa, and watched a video of the two of them. It was a birthday video. Of Daenerys' birthday, and Jon couldn't believe what he was seeing of himself. He was singing a song to her while Tarly was playing the piano. Of course, he was out of tune, but so sweet.

This moved him greatly, seeing how much love there was in that video, in those looks they were exchanging. And that made him even more confused.

The next morning, after having walked the dog, change Aemon, and make the breakfast for all the family, Jon went back upstairs to their bedroom, only to find Dany sitting all excited on the bed, with something wrapped right before her.

“Happy anniversary, honey.”

 Now listen. Before you do whatever craziness you’ve got in plan, I want you to open mine first.

Jon was lost at words, wanting to die in that moment, because he got nothing for her. Because he didn’t know about this. No one warned him that today was their anniversary day. So Jon approached the present, unwrapping it.

He chuckled when he saw what it was inside. A suite. Of course, not as expensive as his usual garments but still beautiful.

“I know it’s not like that one, but I think it will look great on you.”

“Dany,” he said, feeling his tears come down, as he pulled his wife in a kiss. “Thank you.”

“Enjoy it, sweetheart.” But then she didn’t stop from giggling, expecting something from him, and so, Jon, placing the site down.

“Yeah. I’m sure you expected something from me, but…the thing is, I haven’t planned in giving you the present until tonight,” Jon stammered, trying to save his ass with some poor excuse. “You know, anniversary day is good all day, and-“

“What are you talking about? You can never wait all day. You can’t even wait till morning,” she said, not believing a word of what he had said, and Jon realized that he really had fucked up this time, more than the usual. He laughed with her but felt how the words won’t come out until her smile dropped, and she said, “You forgot. You actually forgot our anniversary.”

“I will fix it. I will go right now…I will get you something. I will make it, right Dany,” Jon tried, but she was too hurt, and the sight of that expression on her face, was really hard to bear. She shook her head, with some tears coming down before slowly climbing down from the bed, and getting inside the bathroom, locking the door behind her. A whimper escaped her from the other side, which Jon heard, and he sat down sighing. This will be hard to forget. But nothing was lost. He only needed to find something right.

So he went to the kitchen, to see to his daughter, and while getting her ready a coco-milk, Jon started to think about what he could give her to make amends.

“Tell me if there is enough chocolate, sweetheart,” said Jon giving Lya the glass, and she took a swing, only for a mustache to appear above her lips. Jon wanted to chuckle, but desisted.

“No bad,” the little girl said. “I should have warned you. Kepa always gets muña something special for their anniversary.”

“Like what.”

“One year, the star named after her.”

“He had a star named after her?” asked Jon trying to use the same emphasis the little girl did, but failing. “That’s nice, but isn’t that a bit too corny?”

“Muña likes it.”

“Maybe there is a jewelry store in the maul, huh? I could take her some expensive and beautiful earrings or something.”

“That’s good, but you did forget the anniversary.”

“Right. And that’s a major overside,” he bent down, in a brooding mood, resting his chin on his arms. What could he do? What could he do? And in that moment as he thought of the recent events, he got the perfect. “I will take her out into the city. Did he ever take her out into the city?”

And his daughter giggled, shaking her head.

So, after calling Dany’s mother to stay with the children, Jon took her out to one of the best restaurants of the city. One he knew very well, and where he knew many couples go for special events, like this one.

Dany seem excited, but at the same time, worried, and while the were scrolling through the menu, he asked, barely a whisper, “Can we afford all this, Jon?”

“I’m taking my payment for the anniversary. Damn the costs,” retorted Jon in the same whispering way.

When the waiter came to take the command, Jon We'll take a braised quail with mushrooms for the start, then the veal medallions with truffled raspberry sauce, and the sea scallops with puree artichoke.

"Of course, mister, and if I may say so, an excellent choice."

"Thank you. We'll also have a bottle of golden Arbore '82."

" Honey. That bottle costs 1000 dragons," she said, leaning, whereupon Jon changed the order. "Bring us a good red wine by the glass." And the man nodded leaving.

“You know that you are still not out of the trouble, right?”

“But I’m getting close, right?” and Dany rolled her eye, trying to fight back the smile that was coming on her lips and the happiness. Hearing the slow piano music, Jon, said, flouting the best-seducing smile, he said, “Do you want to dance?”

“I don't think one can dance here, Jon.”

“Of course, one can. Come,” he said, pulling her along, and spotting a smile on the pianist's face when he saw them start to move in a slow motion.

Dany was smiling too, and Jon could also spot some flush on her cheek. She was blushing. But was this because of him or because she was embarrassed? And when he held her down, Dany said, “Not bad for a tyre seller from the Stormlands.”

“I have my moments,” he whispered back, pulling her up, and kissing Dany on the lips.

Once they started eating, they also started chatting about their past anniversary days, which Jon of course did not know, but tried to guess, and then, every now and then, she would give him a taste from her plate, making Jon remember and miss these flavours that were common to him in his past life.

In the end, Jon decided to tell her what happened right before he woke up in their bed on Christmas morning. “I have to tell you something.”

“Ok.”

“I think he may help us, but there is a slight chance things will get worse.”

“I’m living someone else’s life,” he said and quickly took a sip. “I feel that I’m living someone else’s life.”

After the restaurant, Jon took Dany to the hotel where he had booked a room, and once inside, he opened a bottle of champagne, while his wife looked outside the. Soon enough however, they got rid of the clothes quickly, and got under the shower, still kissing while the water was pouring down on them His cock hard as a rock, was trapped between them as Jon was squeezing her to him and spreading the oil down her body.

Turning in her place, Dany wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him, as his hands move down to grope her ass, squeezing the cheek, making her moan in his mouth.

After a few moments, Jon closed the shower, turning Dany and making her lean against the wall of the shower, while her ass was pointing at him.

“Gods, you will make me die,” Jon breathed out, taking a good sight of her ass, and seeing Dany grin. His wife spreaded her legs more, and Jon, taking hold of his cock, brought it at her entrance, sliding in.

Taking hold of her hips, Jon started to rock inside her, slowly, pulling out and thrusting back in. Slowly he increased the rhythm of his pushes, and her screams and moans now filled the room. He grabbed the breasts, squeezing them, and pinching her nipples, while Dany arched her back and pulled him down for a kiss.

He went that way a few more thrusts, before leaving the shower and carry Dany to the bed. They were socked, and that may piss the owners, but he didn’t care in that moment.

Jon laid with his back down, and Dany giggling, started to ride him, with hands resting on his chest. She was biting her lips, and her eyes were closed. Her breasts were bouncing, and his fingers dug into her flash. Gods! He didn’t know how long he will be able to hold, but thankfully, she was coming first.

“Fuck! Jon-“ and he felt her walls clench around his cock, as Jon bucked his hips up, spilling deep inside her.

Dany fell on his chest, panting, as so was he, and squeezed her body to his chest. Suddenly, Dany started to laugh, saying, “So this way you hoped that I would forgive you?”

“Maybe,” he chuckled, as she rose up, to rest on her elbows. “Did it work?”

She only hummed, leaning back down. Thank the Gods tomorrow he didn’t need to go to work, because they can spend all night here.

After that night, a new chapter began, and Jon found the right gear for his life. And as he had breakfast, Jon enjoyed the mood of what felt like home.

He sat at the table in the morning, sipping his coffee and reading the newspaper. His daughter getting ready for her violin test, and finally his wife with his son, giving Jon a morning kiss. That was life. The life he once dreamed of having but later decided not to follow and stay as a rich bachelor.

Once ready for work, Jon left his house, after a very heated and lovely kiss from Dany, he headed towards the shop where he was working. But that day, while selling the tires, Jon never expected to find him in their workshop. And he immediately went to take delivery of the customer.

"I have a blown tire," said the old man, and Jon, turning to his co-worker, said, "I'll take care of the mister."

"Ok, chief."

Once alone, Jon smiled, "Tyrion Lannister."

"Do I know you?"

"Not exactly. I've seen you on the TV. You looked taller in real life.” He knew it was more a joke to break the ice, but Jon hoped he had the same humour as in the other life.

The man smiled, and so Jon led him to his office and started telling him the story of the cat and the dog, just as he had done the first time trying to win his attention and a chance on his team. A jumping point towards that successful career he had and lost.

"I am very impressed, lad. I really am, but what about my tyre?"

“Oh, right. Well, your car has special wheels, so you need special tires that we can have only in a few days."

"Good. Here is my office address," said the man, giving him the note, and then leaving the room.

For days to come, Jon told no one about Tyrion's meeting, and once the car was ready, he took it to the man in the very place where he once worked. The Dragonpit. There, he was granted an interview, with him and his one-time associate, in the very office that was once his. But it did not go so well, as they peppered him with questions and tested him on his knowledge in that area.

So he decide to approach it in a different way, starting from his tiers shop argument, that it did not go well before.

“Look. I know that our poorly two million dollars in sales, are what you spent yearly in paper supplies and that the contract isn’t comparable to great merging of multi-billion dragons’ companies.

“No, no, no. I’m not trying to knock up an entire good sector.”

“It’s ok, Edric. I get it. If I were in your shoes I would do exactly what you did, but here is the deal. Business is business,” Jon said, returning back to them. “Dragonpit, small shops. There are just a bunch of people who wake up in the morning, trying to figure out how the hell they are going to send their children to college. It’s just people. And I know people.”

“Well, I’m sure you do.”

And Jon understood that he still didn’t convince the man. “Well, take you, for example, Edric. You have some active energy about your choice. You are an excellent father, which you felt guilty about the fact that you spent your time away from home. You drink bourbon, which you offer the client brandy. And your wife,” Jon looked around. “She decorated this office.”

Tyrion chuckled, “He got you.”

“You are tougher, Tyrion,” Jon turned his attention to the owner. “For one thing, you like expensive things.”

“That was easy. You have seen my car.”

“Aye,” chuckled Jon. “You smoke Hoyo de Monterrey. You are a red wine drinker not because you did not try other alcohols, but because you have been doing that for the last fifty years and you like to stay with what works. You have two great loves in life. Your vineyards from the Westerlands, where you go quite often, I must say, and this company. And you pride yourself on discovering talents in the most unusual places.”

“How do you know that?” the man asked, with a smile.

“Because I am here. I am prepared to do whatever it takes to get this job. I will start wherever I have to start. I will park cars if I need to do. The biggest part of judging a character is knowing yourself and I know this, I can do this job. Give me a chance Tyrion, and I won’t let you down.”

The man looked at him for a moment, sizing him, judging, but in the end, he said, “Edric. Why don’t you show Jon around.”

The man showed him around, not that Jon needed since he knew this place with closed eyes, but at the same time showed him a side of his character that Jon didn’t know. More cunning and ambitious than the kind one he always did. And Jon liked that, because it means he wasn’t stupid.

After that meeting, Jon went home, picked up Dany, and then returned back to the city. Yes. It was a long journey, but it was worthy it. It was worth it because he was going to show her the new house, he had chosen for them. Jon only hoped she will like it.

Hold on. Don’t open,” he said, closing the door, and leading his wife to the main hall. And once ready, he whispered, “Go ahead. Open your eyes.”

When she did, a gasp escaped her, and Dany seemed surprised. She slowly started to walk, looking around, and saying how this place looked like a museum. “So what is this? You booked it for the night?”

“Think bigger.”

“For the week?”

“This is a park.”

“A park?” she chuckled because of the word. “For what?”

“A company named Imp Investment House uses it to attract new executors,” he said, as he went to the other room. “I’m going for arbitrage, honey. It turns out I have a neck for it.”

“Jon. What are you talking about?” Dany asked.

“I will make twice what I make now. Plus, a heavy bonus, and that’s only the begging. We can live in this apartment practically rent-free until we find a place of our own.”

“Are you out of your mind?”

“I don’t think so,” Jon said, confused by her reaction. “Dany. This is going to be a better life for all of us. We will put Lya and Aemon in a private school-“

“Lya goes to a great school.”

“I’m talking about the best school in the country, Dany.”

“Jon,” she said, almost as if she was about to have a breakdown in that moment. “How could you think about this?  What about my job?”

“Well, this is King’s Landing, the capital of Westeros, Dany. You can find better clients here.”

“I can’t believe you are talking of moving back into the city, Jon. I thought we were clear last time. I thought we both agreed that this wasn’t the best place to rise the children.”

“No, no, no. This is the perfect place, Dany. The center of the world. If I lived at the time of the Valyrian empire, Valyria would have been the center of the universe. And today Westeros is the Valyrian empire and king’s Landing is Valyria.”

“Jon," as she got down.

“You know something. I’m detecting like a funky tension here, and…this was supposed to be a happy day. So, guess what? I don’t need this. We don’t have to live here. Forget it. I will commute. I will come with the car from Summerhall.”

“Gods Jon. It’s almost eight hours of driving every day,” Dany said, resting her head on the elbows, before looking up at him. “And when are you going to stay with the children?”

“Dany. You are not understanding me,” Jon shook his head, resting a hand on his forehead before saying with eagerness. “I’m talking about a perfect life. A great life. Everything we have dreamed when we were young. The whole package.”

He saw her thinking and could see her inner side fighting. So he added. “You said yourself Dany. Life is made of sacrifices. So don’t be surprised when we make sacrifices for the good and the future of the children. And guess what? Now I can finally get us in truck.  I need that, Dany. I want that. I need that as a man, for all of us!”

But his wife did not seem to listen, shaking her head while patching, as he sighed. “Please, Dany. Just think about this. For one second. No more cheap restaurants. No more discount coupons. No more shaveling snow.”

“Then get a damn snowblower, Jon!” she burst out. “You don’t search for a new career without even telling me.” Her breath quickened and she was becoming angry. “And don’t take Lya out of a school that she loves! Don’t move us of a house where we have become a family.”

He closed his eyes, breathing in and out, trying to calm himself. “You…Don’t you see Dany that I’m talking about us of finally finding a life other people envy?”

“Oh Jon, they already envy us,” she retorted in desperation. “Only you can’t see that.” With those words, Daenerys left the house, and left him there alone to brood.

She waited for him in the car, and they went back home. In silence of course. Neither of them had the courage to apologize and perhaps propose a middle way. Too prideful were they. Too attached to their own convictions.

Once back home, Jon sat in the living room, looking around at the pics that were of them Dany with the belly. Their wedding day, the birthday of the children. And so on. Then, as he looked on the bookcase, Jon spotted something that caught his sight. It was a guidebook of Braavos and other places from Essos. And inside it, Jon could see a ticket. It was a plane ticket from Braavos to King’s Landing.

“I’ve come back.”

In that moment, Dany come in too, eyes red, but clean of tears, and seeing the ticket he had in hand, smiled. “When you got on that plane. I was sure it was over.” Sighing, she slipped her hands into her pockets. “I left the airport with the conviction that I would have never seen you again. And then you showed up the very next day. That was a good surprise.”

Sitting on the small table, Dany said, “You know, I thought about the decision you made. Maybe I was being naïve but…I believe that we would grow old together in this house. That we…that we would spend holidays here and….” She stopped as if she was trying to find the words. “…have our grandchildren come to visit us here. I had this image of us, old, grey and…rankling, and me, working in the garden, and you painting up the deck.”

A sob escaped her, as Dany silenced immediately with the hand. “But things change. If you need this Jon. If you really need this. I will take those kids from a life they adore and myself from the only home we had ever shared together…and I will move wherever you will need to go. I will do that because I love you.”

And in that moment, Jon felt that he was a bad person. A very bad person for what he was doing to his wife, to his children…only because of his aspiration. Only because of his ego.

“I love you, Jon,” she said, looking him in the eyes with those amethyst globes that were piercing his soul. “Because that is more important to me than an address. I choose us.”

With Those words, she leaned down. Kissing his forehead, before leaving him. And for all this time, Jon didn’t breathe a word, because he had none. He was left speechless.

After the clear and honest chat of last night, Dany woke up the next morning, alone, and with the spot next to her cold. Had he gone? Wasn’t she good enough with the words? Did he choose the other life instead of them? But all of a sudden, she heard laughter coming from outside, and as she approached the window, Dany saw something that melted her heart with happiness. It was Jon and Lyanna playing in the snow, catching each other. And that was the reason of why she loved him. Because of how good he was with the kids. With her. And with everyone else.

Jon fell down, panting, and Lyanna climbed on him, giggling while looking down with her dark violet eyes. “I know that you would have come back, kepa.”

“Oh, Lya. I love you so much,” he squeezed the little girl to his chest, while silent tears come down. If this was a dream, he did not want to wake up, because it was more beautiful than the life he once chose. However, when evening came, and he went to the garage in search of some salt, Jon heard that ringing bell, and immediately his heart pounded.

“No! Not now!”

Thankfully it was only his daughter, sitting on the bike, ringing the bell, and Jon smiled, "I have to go buy salt. Will you tell your mum?"

And the little girl nodded, so Jon left, but his heart was still pounding, because he was afraid of losing all this.

There, at the shop, he took a new sack of salt, but what he found standing behind the counter, he didn’t like.

“You.”

“Jon! How are you doing, lad?”

“Why are you here?” but the man didn’t reply, as he was taking care of another customer, a young girl, and Jon waited for her to leave. “So you've finally figured it out, hu?"

“You are not sending me back.”

“Jon. A glimpse in definition is an impermanent thing, Jon, and you cannot change it.”

“I’m not going back!”

“Relax, Jon.”

“You cannot do this. You cannot keep coming in the people lives, messing their lives. It’s not right,” Jon said, putting down the cash he needed “I’ve got kids. I’m going home.” And he left the shop in a hurry heading back home, wanting to have a one last look, before that asshole of an old man sent him back to that life.

The first one to visit were the kids, who were deep asleep. Little Aemon in his cradle, and Jon caressing his hairs, brushing a few locks away. He took a few more moments to look at him, before turning to his daughter, kissing her cheek, and seeing her stirrer, and blink, “Is it morning yet?”

“No, honey. Go back to sleep.” And she did, settling better, while Jon, felt his tears come down. “Take care, Lya. I’m going back to the Martians.”

Lastly, he went to their chambers, finding Dany still awake, and reading. His wife smiled when she saw him. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Jon sighed sitting, and looked at her smile that he will undoubtedly miss so much. “The last few weeks, I’ve done some unusual things.”

Dany chuckled. “It has been interesting actually.”

“I’ve done some good things, have I?”

“You have been Jon Snow,” she sighed, crossing her arms. “And that’s always a good thing.”

Jon smiled, taking her hand, and moving closer. “I need you to remember me, Dany. How I am right now. At this very moment. I need you to put that image in your heart and keep it. Keep it there no matter what happens.”

“Are you ok?”

“Aye. But please just promise me. You have to promise me, Dany, because if you don’t promise me, it’s like it never happened and I could not live like that.”

“I promise.”

“Ok.”

“Now, come to bed.”

“Soon. First, I need to take Ghost for a walk,” he said, leaning down and kissing her, before getting up and leaving. 

That night, the cold no longer bothered him as he was walking Ghost outside, and his legs no longer hurt him. However, this time, he didn’t rush back home. And so he sat on a bench, with the direwolf looking at him.

You know Ghost, I never thought of having a dog in my old life, but now I see the benefits of having one. With you one is never bored, and one can always open up without the fear of being judged."

The direwolf obviously did not reply, for he was mute, but it was no use, for in his eyes Jon saw the love he felt for them.

"This was not the life I had chosen so many years ago, and I regret it, for I have realized what I have lost, and I know I will lose it again this same night. So, my friend, I want you to know that I will miss you. Remember me if you can, because I will always remember you."

And Jon leaned down, kissed the dog's forehead, and scratched him behind the ears, receiving a lick from him, that made Jon laugh, patting his side. "Come on, boy. Let's go home, boy."

Once back, Jon took one last look at the house and went up the stairs to their room, seeing Dany asleep, and so he sat on the seat that was next to her bed, looking at his wife's sleeping features. She was so beautiful as always. And with that sight, Jon closed his eyes.

He woke up in that bed of his rich apartment, so cold and so lonely, he got up, sighing, resting his head in his hands. He needed to find her. To tell her what it could be. Or maybe he should search for the old man, and so Jon quickly put on something, only to hear a knock at the door.

Opening it, Jon couldn’t believe his ears. It was Arianne, his on-and-off girl that he met on one of those business events.

“Hello, Jon. Merry Christmas,” she said, opening the coat, and revealing the almost naked body that laid beneath.

“Christmas? It’s not Christmas.”

“It’s whatever you want, Jon.”

“It’s not Christmas.”

“Jon?”

“I'm sorry, Arianne. But things no longer work. I'm sorry you had to interrupt your holidays because of a whim of mine. Find someone who can love you or…do what you like.”"

"What?"

But Jon did not stay for further explanation because he didn't care. He jumped on his Lamborghini and raced down the streets, heading to Summerhall like a madman. Jon didn't care about fines or going above the speed limit on highways. He only wanted to reach that house where he had found happiness.

When he reached it, Jon stopped the engine, got down from the car, and took a good look at the house. It was just like from the dream. He quickly ran to the door, but the one who opened it wasn’t a known face and Jon kind of feared that he was the husband from this life.

“Can I help you?”

“Is Daenerys here?”

“Who?”

“is Daenerys living here?”

“Daenerys? No. There is no one here who is named Daenerys.”

“Of course not. Thank you,” Jon said, getting back in the car and driving back to King’s Landing.

Suddenly, on the way, his phone rang, and Jon saw it was his secretary. “Hello, boss, where the hell are you?”

“Laena?”

“Yes. You are half and an hour late. Everyone is here waiting for you. The meeting for the emergency strategy. The fly to Sunspear? Does this ring any bells? Everyone is panicking, Jon. Jon?”

“I’m on the way.”

Hours later…

Once the mess was settled with the chaos of the companies trying to do everything behind their backs, Jon stood in limousine, listening to the messages the secretary had given him, and finally called back the number Dany had left the night before, obviously asking for the address of the girl who answered. He then informed his driver who took him to a part of King's Landing he had never been to before.

Stopping at the address, Jon saw men coming out with boxes, and going inside, he recognized the voice of the woman he had spoken to on the phone about Dany.

A beautiful girl, with dark, curly hair and dusky skin. "Yeah? Are you from the moving company?"

"Um...no...I'm-"

"Jon?" came Dany's voice, and Jon saw her appear. She was wearing a white jumper with decorations on it, a winter skirt with little squares, but it fit her very well, and of course the tanning was the same. As beautiful as the last time he saw her.

"Dany."

“By the Gods It had been a long time,” she said, flashing a smile as he glanced down with hands in his pocket. “You-“

“You look great.”

“Thanks,” she smiled. “Come in, come in. I’m just doing some...moving.”

“Are you leaving?” asked Jon a bit worried, and she nodded, as she filled two goblets with wine.

“Yep. I’m moving to Meereen,” she said, with eagerness. “Oh, Missandei. Have you seen the box I got ready for Jon?”

And the two women started arguing, as Jon moved away, not wanting to assist another mess like the one he had in his office, because of working on Christmas day, but it had a far better end than his. 

“So you are moving, hu?”

“Yes. I’ve got a good lawyer office down there. And is a far more warmer place than this.”

“So you are not working for a non-profit one?”

“Nope.  Gods, no. Not with what they pay me.”

“Are you married?”

“No. I never got married, Jon. You?”

“Not exactly.” Feeling as if a spark was lighting up inside him. There was still hope. “Look, can we take a moment from her? Maybe go get grab a coffee cup or something.”

“I will go for a cup of coffee,” the girl, Missandei said, making him chuckle, will Dany was busy searching for the box, and finally found it. “Your fly got canceled, but I managed to book another one for tomorrow.”

“Thank you, Missy,” Dany said, while handing him the box. “those are some old stuffs you had left behind years ago. I though you may want them back.”

“Do you ever think back about what we had, Dany? About what may have happened if I didn’t climb on that fly?”

She was left speechless for a moment, before saying, “Look, Jon, if you ever come to Meereen one day, search after me on the “look upon” and we can grab a cup of coffee.”

Dany then went back to what she was doing, and Jon only took one last glance at her, knowing that the train was long gone.

So he left, heading back to his house. Once there, he started to look through the stuff. They were all things from his college life when they were living together, but it was the book that caught his sight. A book she gifted him. Actually, it was the first gift she gave him during their first year, on Christmas. A book about Jaehaerys the Conciliator. And inside it, Jon saw that there were some pics with them. They were so young and in love in that moment.

And in fact, it was that that made him change, and decide to fight for the life he dreamt of last night.

So, grabbing the keys of his car, Jon jumped in and sped through the streets of the capital, heading towards the airport at high speed, hoping to arrive in time.

Once there, he got out and ran inside, despite being told by the police that he could not park there. He ran, searching for the embarking side, but it was so full of people. Why the hell did they choose today to be at the airport?

In the end, Jon finally found her there, and called for her name, “Dany!” and she turned. “Dany. You cannot go. Don’t get on that plane.”

“Jon?” She looked at him confused, before approaching, “What are you talking about?”

“Let’s go grab a cup of coffee. That’s all I’m asking for. I’m sure there is another flight to Meereen tonight.”

“Jon. What are you doing here?” she asked, stopping. “Do you need closure? Because if you do after all those years, you got it. I’m…I’m ok. I’m fine. I…I was heartbroken Jon, but I got over it. I moved on,” she stammered, and Jon could see how difficult it was for her to show her hurt heart. “And you should…move on too. Ok? I’m sorry. I just can’t…If I look back, I’m lost, Jon. I’m sorry. I’ve…I have to go. I’m sorry.”

And she moved away. So Jon decided to use one last card he had in his sleeve. And it was the knowledge of another life. The life they could have and that they could still have.

“We had a house in Summerhall,” that was enough to stop her and look behind. “We have two kids. Lyanna and Aemon. Lya isn’t much of a violin player, but she tries really hard. She is a little precocious but that’s only because she says what it is on her mind. And when she smiles…” Jon stopped because the tears wanted to come down at remembering his daughter. His beautiful and smart little rose, with those mustaches when she drinks chocolate milk that made her so cute.

“And Aemon. He has your hairs and your eyes. Amethyst just like his beautiful mother. He doesn’t say much but we know he is smart.” As the face of his son came to his mind, a smile appeared on his lips, and Jon continued, “He has always his eyes open you know…he is watching us. Sometimes…you can look at him and just know, he is learning something new. It’s like witnessing a miracle. The house is a mess, but it is ours. After a hundred more payments, it’s gonna be ours.” He stopped, swallowing. “And you…You are a non-profit lawyer. That’s right. You are completely non-profit.”

That seem to cough her, as Dany looked down, surprised and in a thinking way.

“But that did not seem to bother you.” Then, while approaching, he added, “And we are in love, Dany. After twelve years of marriage, we are still unbelievably in love. You never let me touch you until I say.” He thought what else he could say to change her mind, and then he remembered the video he saw. “I sing for you. Not all of the time, but on special occasions. “We undoubtedly had our share of surprises, of sacrifices, but we stayed together.” He was breathing heavily, his throat dry and hurting, but Jon didn’t care. “You see…You are a better person than I am. And being around you, made me a better person too.” Then he sighed. “I don’t know. Maybe all this was nothing but a dream. Maybe I went to bed in one night of December and I imagined it all, but I swear, nothing has ever felt more real than that.”

He was standing right before her in that moment, and looking in her eyes, he said, “And if you get on that plane. It will disappear forever.” She opened and closed her mouth a few times, before Jon continued, saying, “I know we both can continue with our lives. We both will be fine. But I’ve seen what we could be alike together. And I choose us.” He blew out another breath, saying, “Please, Dany. Just one cup of coffee. You can always go to Meereen. I can buy you a ticket if that is what you fear. Just please…not tonight.”

A smile appeared on her lips, as she never took her eyes away from his. “Ok, Jon.”

“Ok,” he smiled. And together they sat at the coffee shop of the airport, talking till midnight about everything, and Ghost was part of the topic too, with the snow falling outside, and agreeing to give themselves another try.