It's been a while... I'm about 9 months. I should be popping this kid out anytime now. Sandor pressed to my back. His hand rubbing on my stomach.
"Breena." He mumbles.
"What?"
"Let's name her Breena. After your mother."
"Really?" I ask.
That's sweet.
"Yeah."
"Alright. What if she turns out to be a He?" I ask.
"It won't be." He grumbles.
"But what if Sandor?"
"I don't know. What if?" He mocks.
"I think we should name him Elias," I announce.
"Why Elias?"
"Mother used to tell me that's what father wanted to name me if I was a boy."
I take his hand from my stomach and press my lips to his fingers.
"Sandor, my love."
"Yes?"
"I don't want you in the room when it happens."
"What do you mean?"
"I don't want you to see me in that much pain when I'm giving birth," I explain.
"Like hell, I'm gonna miss that. Fuck no." He argues.
"It's just, I'll be in a lot of pain."
"I know. That's exactly why I want to be there."
"But-."
"I'm not arguing with you over this, little dove. I'm going to be there when that child pushes out of you."
His hand moves to cup my face. His kiss is gentle and sweet.
I wander around the halls. I can't find Sandor anywhere. I wander up and I brush past a girl. Wait.
"Arya?" She turns.
Her face hits me with a wave of nostalgia. Her arms are cold but her hug feels warm.
"Look at you all grown up." I smile.
"Look at you... all blown up." She chuckles.
"Should pop out any day now. It's a little scary." She nods.
"Well, little one..." She bends down to my stomach. "You have the toughest mommy and daddy. No need to fret, if anyone's gonna make it out alive it's gonna be you."
"Thank you, Arya."
She nods and walks away. I open the door she came from. I'm hit by a gust of cold wind and I squint my eyes. I spot Sandor sitting on the walk away across from Beric. The door was loud and slammed to the wall from the wind announcing my presence. Sandor looks over at me and quickly stands. He rushes me back inside closing the door.
"Are you mad?? It's fucking freezing out there."
"I couldn't find you and I was worried."
I furrow my brows. My small warm hand pressed to the side of his face.
"Are you alright?"
He brushes my hand away.
"Come on. You need to rest."
He ushers me down the hall. He's not alright.
"You're going down there with them and that's final."
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Sandor Clegane x Reader
FanfictionThe Hound. While frightening to most you found a certain comfort in his presence. After the scarred man saved you. I don't own the script for game of thrones obviously. I have only tweaked it to add you in. **Work in Progress**
