Attempted to deal with the girl, Sandor looked up to find the children a few feet from him. The oldest, Robb, had a sword, Ned was kneeling in front of him and yelling aside, Jeyne "Cut your head!" screamed his daughter.
"Seven bugering hells!! Ned drop the sword!" Sandor yelled, as high and fiercest as he could, while he was trying to keep Cat in his arms.
Where these kids take out those ideas?! he thought as Robb dropped his sword to the ground of the courtyard. "Inside the three of you! You shall not go outside in all day" playing the role of tough father worked. The three children went inside, with their heads down.
Cat returned to squirm "Cat, hold still!" the little girl stood still and began to pout. Sandor had kept the harsh tone with her and if he did not do something , she would start to weep.
"It's okay Cat, do not cry, it's okay" Sandor attempted cradle her and pat her little ass, softly, as he had seen Sansa do countless times to all their childrens.
But it didn't work and the girl was crying. "No, no, no Cat, Daddy is not angry at you" Cat yawned, rubbing her eyes with her little hands. "You're sleepy, little princess?" she said nothing, just curled up in the big Sandor's arms and closed her eyes while he sucked his thumb. "Looks like it" she looked so tiny in his arms.
Sandor came into the building slowly, trying not to wake Cat When he was about to reach the stairs up to the chambers, Ned, Robb and Jeyne came as wildlings. Screaming and shouting. And it seemed that this time Ned and Jeyne were whom chasing Ned.
"Shh, your sister is asleep," he whispered to the children, who continued running and screaming. "Stop it!" he hissed, as high as he dared not to wake the baby. His children continued ignoring him. Cat began to sob yet with eyes closed and half asleep. "Bugger!" Sandor returned to cradle her in a desperate attempt to prevent that she woke up completely and put to cry. "Shh, princess, nothing happens"
"Stay there until I return" Sandor said almost in a growl watching them in the eyes with the same harshness he use with his men.
When he made sure that children are not moved from their site, Sandor climbed the stairs to the chambers, still cradling the baby. For when it came to their rooms, Cat was asleep again, sucking her thumb. Carefully Sandor left her in her crib and went as quiet as possible.
When returning to Great Hall, he was surprised to find his three children sitting on the rug before the fire and playing quietly with their toys.
Realizing the presence of their father, the three lifted their heads.
"Where is Mother?" asked Ned, he was just 5 years old and he was all like his mother, auburn hair and blue eyes.
"Now she is with your aunt Arya" Sandor said as he sat with them on the rug.
"Why?" Jeyne asked curious. She was 8 years old and looks like Arya, too much to his dismay. Stark's appearance and wolf blood in her.
"She's going to have the baby"
"Now?" this time it was Robb who asked. The eldest, his firstborn. He looked a lot like him. Dark hair, gray eyes, Dreaming with knights. Like him, when he was a little boy, before he realized the cruelty of people and the world.
"Yes, now"
"Can we go see him?" Jeyne was excited with the idea of a cousin to play with. Or in her case, to command and control him or her. As if she had not enough doing that to her brothers.
"Not born yet" Sandor began to be annoyed with the questioning.
"When is going to be born?" continued asking Jeyne.
"When Mother coming back?" Ned said almost at the same time, mournfully.
"I do not know, your Mother will return when your cousin is born" Sandor was trying to be patience with all the questions. Childrens are curious after all. "And that can take hours"
Sandor remembered the day that each of them was born. When Robb was born, Sandor feared that lasted hours. Could not bear to see Sansa suffer and not do anything. In the end they were only a couple of hours and Ned, Jeyne and Cat were even faster.
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Daddy in Charge 2/5
Date: 2013-03-16 06:07 pm (UTC)"Seven bugering hells!! Ned drop the sword!" Sandor yelled, as high and fiercest as he could, while he was trying to keep Cat in his arms.
Where these kids take out those ideas?! he thought as Robb dropped his sword to the ground of the courtyard. "Inside the three of you! You shall not go outside in all day" playing the role of tough father worked. The three children went inside, with their heads down.
Cat returned to squirm "Cat, hold still!" the little girl stood still and began to pout. Sandor had kept the harsh tone with her and if he did not do something , she would start to weep.
"It's okay Cat, do not cry, it's okay" Sandor attempted cradle her and pat her little ass, softly, as he had seen Sansa do countless times to all their childrens.
But it didn't work and the girl was crying. "No, no, no Cat, Daddy is not angry at you" Cat yawned, rubbing her eyes with her little hands. "You're sleepy, little princess?" she said nothing, just curled up in the big Sandor's arms and closed her eyes while he sucked his thumb. "Looks like it" she looked so tiny in his arms.
Sandor came into the building slowly, trying not to wake Cat When he was about to reach the stairs up to the chambers, Ned, Robb and Jeyne came as wildlings. Screaming and shouting. And it seemed that this time Ned and Jeyne were whom chasing Ned.
"Shh, your sister is asleep," he whispered to the children, who continued running and screaming. "Stop it!" he hissed, as high as he dared not to wake the baby. His children continued ignoring him. Cat began to sob yet with eyes closed and half asleep. "Bugger!" Sandor returned to cradle her in a desperate attempt to prevent that she woke up completely and put to cry. "Shh, princess, nothing happens"
"Stay there until I return" Sandor said almost in a growl watching them in the eyes with the same harshness he use with his men.
When he made sure that children are not moved from their site, Sandor climbed the stairs to the chambers, still cradling the baby. For when it came to their rooms, Cat was asleep again, sucking her thumb. Carefully Sandor left her in her crib and went as quiet as possible.
When returning to Great Hall, he was surprised to find his three children sitting on the rug before the fire and playing quietly with their toys.
Realizing the presence of their father, the three lifted their heads.
"Where is Mother?" asked Ned, he was just 5 years old and he was all like his mother, auburn hair and blue eyes.
"Now she is with your aunt Arya" Sandor said as he sat with them on the rug.
"Why?" Jeyne asked curious. She was 8 years old and looks like Arya, too much to his dismay. Stark's appearance and wolf blood in her.
"She's going to have the baby"
"Now?" this time it was Robb who asked. The eldest, his firstborn. He looked a lot like him. Dark hair, gray eyes, Dreaming with knights. Like him, when he was a little boy, before he realized the cruelty of people and the world.
"Yes, now"
"Can we go see him?" Jeyne was excited with the idea of a cousin to play with. Or in her case, to command and control him or her. As if she had not enough doing that to her brothers.
"Not born yet" Sandor began to be annoyed with the questioning.
"When is going to be born?" continued asking Jeyne.
"When Mother coming back?" Ned said almost at the same time, mournfully.
"I do not know, your Mother will return when your cousin is born" Sandor was trying to be patience with all the questions. Childrens are curious after all. "And that can take hours"
Sandor remembered the day that each of them was born. When Robb was born, Sandor feared that lasted hours. Could not bear to see Sansa suffer and not do anything. In the end they were only a couple of hours and Ned, Jeyne and Cat were even faster.