Wounds (Sansa & Sandor)

Chapter XIX

7 months later...

Sandor was working, enlarging one of the castle wings, when Sir Gerald came running up to him.

- It has already begun!Sir Sandor ... you must go to your rooms ... The midwife is with the Lady and says they are coming.

Sandor quickly stopped what he was doing while receiving best wishes from the Castilians who worked with him. He headed there, more nervous than he had ever been.When he got to the door, two maids told him he shouldn't come in ... but he didn't pay any attention.They would have to kill him to prevent him from being with Sansa right now.

He threw open the door and saw the midwife between his wife's legs, while two of his maids stood beside her.

Sansa sweating terribly, she smiled.

- I told you that he would not be left out...

The midwife, a woman with a few years of experience and life, turned and looked Sandor up and down.

- You yourself ... but please do not faint ... I have seen very cruel warriors who have not endured a childbirth ... If you fall to the ground ... I am not going to go to help ... I leave it to your discretion.

Sandor looked at her as if he was going to kill her and went directly to Sansa's side, kissed her forehead and took her hand.

Sansa contracted her face at that moment and dug her nails into him.

- Very well my Queen ... let's go for the first one ... I can see his head ...

Sandor looked at the old woman as if she saw a ghost.

- First?

Sansa biting her lips nodded.

- Didn't you know? .- asked the amused midwife. -... My Lady, these things are said.

Sansa with her head thrown back, broken with pain and exhausted, without letting go of her husband's hand, she only managed to say:

- Sandor, there are two ... two are coming ... she told me last week ... that's why I told you they were coming soon ... Water!

One of the maids came requesting with a sponge filled with water that he passed over her lips. Sandor took a few quick breaths ... Two! At once!

- Sandor say something! .- Sansa yelled next to her -... Oh, all the Gods!

This time apart from screaming, she screamed ... she screamed with all her might, while Sandor heard something wet dripping from Sansa's body and the shrill cry of a baby filled the entire room.

The midwife picked it up, while the new mother flopped down on the pillows. One of the maids approached Sansa and wiped her off with a sponge while the other helps the midwife with the baby.

- He's a beautiful boy ...

Sandor paralyzed, he could only see how the midwife wrapped him in a thin blanket and gave it to him.

- Take it! .-he ordered him-. Get out of bed ... My Lady has not finished yet ...

Sandor had to react so that the boy did not fall to the ground, because the old woman did not wait for him to be ready. He took it as he could, looking around. Sansa smiled and asked him to come over to her.

He was afraid to move ... he had nothing clear that that little thing, that he screamed so much, was not going to fall.

- Come on man! Show it to the Queen ...- ordered the midwife, while she put her hands back into Sansa's entrails.- The nurse will arrive in a moment, to give milk to your son. She was not in Winterfell, but I have already sent a rider to fetch her ...