First Sansa/Sandor, Sandor's POV,Sansa's POV, and kids involved fanfic. With all of that and english not being my first language (i have to thank my friend Amy for help me) here we go:
---- Sansa was about to leave when she turned around and kissed the baby on the forehead once more.
"Everything will be fine, do not worry. I'll Take good care of them," Sandor tried to reassure her.
Sansa outlined a shy smile, "I know, love, but I do not know if you can with all them, alone," She was still not sure whether to leave him alone with their four children. Not knowing what they were capable of. They were her children and she loved them more than anything, but they had a special ability to create trouble.
"We'll be fine, right Cat?" he said as he tickled the baby, who was in his arms, causing her to burst into laughter and he smiled at her.
Sansa could not help but smile at the sight. She still remembered what he was like before in the King's Landing. Filled with rage. He never smiled. Not really. No happily as now. When she saw him, after a long time, it was like seeing him for the first time. As if she could finally see the real Sandor, the man without The Hound's mask.
Sansa caressed Sandor's face. His side burned. She knew how much he appreciated that gesture. "I know, but if something happens you just have to ..." Sandor put his free hand over hers.
"I know, but nothing will happen, do not worry" Sansa stood on tiptoe to kiss him on the lips and then gave another to Cat in her forehead.
"Just be careful" Sansa was not going to leave Winterfell, she would be a few steps away, where there was the Guest House and now was Arya and Gendry's place. But she felt like she was going to go far away, abandoning them.
"I will," Sandor seemed confident. More than she was.
With a small smile, Sansa finally left.
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"Let's go to find your brothers and your sister" the baby babbled in response. Cat just had a year and still could not speak. Or walk. She only crawled around. "You're going to be the easiest to care for, right?" Sandor tickled her again, sticking out a loud laughter.
Sandor crossed the Great Hall calling his children aloud "Ned? Robb? Jeyne?" No one answered, but he could hear laughter from the outside, from the courtyard. "You are hiding of your Father?" shout out. Sandor went outside, but they weren't there. "You want to play, right?"
He could do it. If they only want to play, it would be easy to look after them. In addition, what can four children do? One of them without knowing how to walk yet? He can handle it.
Sandor walked slowly around the yard, with Cat in his arms and looking around, attentive, to find them.
"At least make a noise to guide your Father," he heard laughter behind him "oh! so you are over there!" Sandor turned on his heel and walked briskly along the laughter when, Cat, begin to squirm in his arms. "Cat, not now, just wait" but she kept moving "Stop!"
Daddy in Charge 1/5
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Sansa was about to leave when she turned around and kissed the baby on the forehead once more.
"Everything will be fine, do not worry. I'll Take good care of them," Sandor tried to reassure her.
Sansa outlined a shy smile, "I know, love, but I do not know if you can with all them, alone," She was still not sure whether to leave him alone with their four children. Not knowing what they were capable of. They were her children and she loved them more than anything, but they had a special ability to create trouble.
"We'll be fine, right Cat?" he said as he tickled the baby, who was in his arms, causing her to burst into laughter and he smiled at her.
Sansa could not help but smile at the sight. She still remembered what he was like before in the King's Landing. Filled with rage. He never smiled. Not really. No happily as now. When she saw him, after a long time, it was like seeing him for the first time. As if she could finally see the real Sandor, the man without The Hound's mask.
Sansa caressed Sandor's face. His side burned. She knew how much he appreciated that gesture. "I know, but if something happens you just have to ..." Sandor put his free hand over hers.
"I know, but nothing will happen, do not worry" Sansa stood on tiptoe to kiss him on the lips and then gave another to Cat in her forehead.
"Just be careful" Sansa was not going to leave Winterfell, she would be a few steps away, where there was the Guest House and now was Arya and Gendry's place. But she felt like she was going to go far away, abandoning them.
"I will," Sandor seemed confident. More than she was.
With a small smile, Sansa finally left.
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"Let's go to find your brothers and your sister" the baby babbled in response. Cat just had a year and still could not speak. Or walk. She only crawled around. "You're going to be the easiest to care for, right?" Sandor tickled her again, sticking out a loud laughter.
Sandor crossed the Great Hall calling his children aloud "Ned? Robb? Jeyne?" No one answered, but he could hear laughter from the outside, from the courtyard. "You are hiding of your Father?" shout out. Sandor went outside, but they weren't there. "You want to play, right?"
He could do it. If they only want to play, it would be easy to look after them. In addition, what can four children do? One of them without knowing how to walk yet? He can handle it.
Sandor walked slowly around the yard, with Cat in his arms and looking around, attentive, to find them.
"At least make a noise to guide your Father," he heard laughter behind him "oh! so you are over there!" Sandor turned on his heel and walked briskly along the laughter when, Cat, begin to squirm in his arms. "Cat, not now, just wait" but she kept moving "Stop!"