Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

How I met your father - Sandor x Reader

"And with that, the great black dragon flew away; never to be see again......." (Y/n) finished, smiling as the four sets of eyes looked up at her; she at any moment, expecting the barrage of questions that always followed the end of the story. She sure that she had told the tale at least a hundred times since all her children could understand, and with each telling, she would add more details about her and their father's former lives. About whom she and her husband had been before the White Walkers and the Night King had come from the Land of Always Winter; before the Mother of Dragons had brought devastation to the capital. And when they were old enough, she had promised herself, that they would know everything.......about how she had met their father; the death of their grandparents, their uncles. About the betrayals of Houses that should have been loyal. About the clash between lions and wolves. But for now.......for now she wanted her children to be children; to enjoy themselves, just like she and her siblings had before a fat old king had made his way north and ruined everything.

"Now.....no more questions. You still have your chores to finish before we eat; and your father should be home soon from..........."

"FATHER.........!" Four voices called out in unison, as the door to the pleasantly appointed home, was opened. The doorway filled by a huge figure, that almost blocked out the light. A smile coming to her lips, as her children quickly got up from the floor and rushed to the man, grabbing hands and gripping onto clothes, before pulling him inside. Her heart beating a little quicker, as she heard him laugh, as she saw the smile on his face. A smile, that when they had first met, she would never have thought possible.

"Father.......momma was telling us the story again........" The six name day old Robb told the big man, as he had his older brother, Ned, pushed their father into his favourite chair. The twins, little Catelyn and Rickon climbing onto Sandor's lap, before snuggling under his arms.

"Oh, she was, was she.........?"

"Yes, and she told us about a battle between a Mountain and a Hound, too........"

"Is that right.......and what did she say..........?" Sandor looking over to his wife, who just smiled at him.

"She said that they were two great brothers, hewn from stone and built by battle. That the Mountain was a bad man, that hurt others; but the Hound.....the Hound was good, even though he didn't believe it; and he helped save wolves. And that when the two fought, the clash of their swords made the ground tremble........" Ned explained, he along with his siblings waiting to see what their father would say.

"Well.....ya mother is right about everything, other than it was a wolf that saved tha Hound. If it weren't fa tha little wolf, he wouldn't have been alive ta fight his brother......." Sandor explained, knowing that without (Y/n), without the oldest daughter of Ned Stark loving him; giving him a life that he had not known he had longed for until she had told him that she wanted nothing more than to be his, he might not have survived any of it. Certainly not his clash with Gregor.

"Now, let your father be for a few moments, he has been out all morning. All of you finish your chores, and I will call you when its time to eat........" (Y/n) chuckling to herself, as Ned and Robb grumbled slightly, before taking Catelyn and Rickon from their father and going outside to tend the livestock. Sandor patting his lap, as the door closed. (Y/n) happily taking the spot her twins had previously occupied.

"So......tha Hound was a good man, was he.........?"

"He must have been, otherwise I would not have married him........" (Y/n) replied, as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her brows furrowing slightly as her husband grew quiet.

"Sandor..........?"

"Do ya regret it.........do ya regret not taking ya rightful place as Queen of tha north......of not staying in Kings Landing with ya brother. Serving on his small council.........?"

"Sandor.........." The lady taking his face in her hands and turning it, so he was looking at her.

"Sansa can have the north; I have no desire to be queen......Bran.......Bran has some of the best people advising him that he could ask for. And anyway, I always hated the capital. No, I have everything I want right here, with you and our children. The Lannisters, the Boltons, Freys.......they and the old world took half my family from me, yet you have given me it back by letting me name our children after all those that I have lost. We have a peace, that we both though we could never have; neither of us have to fight any longer....have to watch over our shoulders. We are free....free to do and go where we please. I love you Sandor Clegane, and our children......you are worth more to me than the north, the other six kingdoms, or anything else, could ever be........" (Y/n) told him, before leaning in and placing her lips to his lips. Sandor pulling her closer to him so that he could deepen the kiss. He too knowing that he would change nothing, nothing that had ever happened in his life, as it had all led him to this; to him being a husband and a father. To him being happy.

"Sandor........?"

"Hmmmm......?" The husband and wife laying their foreheads against one another.

"What do you think to the name Benjen.........?"

"Benjen.......like ya uncle.........?" Sandor questioned, as he pulled back and looked at his smiling bride.

"Yes......just like that.......what do you think of the name.........?"

"Its alright.....but why.............?"

"I just thought Benjen Clegane had a ring to it.....if it's a boy. Though if it's a girl............." (Y/n) laughing as she saw the look on Sandor's face.

"Ya mean.............?"

"Yes.........Marilla confirmed it this morning while you were out hunting........Its why I have been unwell............" (Y/n) letting out a squeal as Sandor got to his feet with her in his arms. He spinning her around, before carefully placing her back on her feet and dropping to his knees so that he could place his head against her stomach. The once feared Hound promising his new child that he would love them, that he would care for them, before carefully kissing her still flat belly. (Y/n)'s hand gently caressing his hair, as he wrapped his arms around her. No, she would not swap this for anything, for anyone; not for power, for a throne or a crown. Her husband and children were all she needed. And despite everything that she had been though, she would not change a thing.