So this is just a little bunch of one shots, if you like one in particular then let me know, and I might extend it for you.
Whisper
Baby Bird.
As soon as Sansa's handmaiden approached him with the good news, Sandor grinned. Without waiting to hear the rest of the lady's servants words, he up shot up from his seat in the great hall of Winterfell and hurried his way to their rooms.
Upon arriving, he called for her. "Little Bird?"
He called her again and made his way into the larger part of their private quarters, their bedroom. There he saw her sitting up on the bed, a maester leaving as Sandor approached. She looked upon her husbands scarred face and smiled up at his confused face. "My love.." she said softly, patting the bed, making room for him to sit his massive body next to hers.
"Little Bird.. Sansa.. Is the maester right?" he said, his voice growing tight. He was hopeful and as he sat, he was careful about touching her small frame. He tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear and she reached her own hand up to touch the scarred side of his face.
"Yes my love.. Two moons have passed without my moonsblood.. I am carrying your child" she said, taking his large hand in hers, placing it on her still flat stomach. If no one had told him his lady wife was expecting, he wouldn't of noticed. Her small frame was still as it was when they had married. Although he had noticed her breasts had become firmer, her stomach a little harder and her hips filling out slightly. He had simply thought that she was eating properly. His mind was racing and he choked slightly. "My son" he said softly and he heard her scoff slightly.
"Or a daughter.. our baby bird?" her voice ringing with her last laugh.
He smirked and nodded, "Aye Girl.. A baby bird".