Hi guys! I'm back! Here's a cute little chapter for you. I wanted to take a small break from the darkness and drama and whatnot and give you something nice (we all know that those are very scarce!) for you to enjoy!

This is not beta'd and my phone's autocorrect is still a jerk. Besides, I wrote this in a hurry during a break from studying midterms (ugh!) so forgive me for all the mistakes that I possibly did not see. I'll check for those later.

The title of the chapter comes from the song "Do I Wanna Know" by Arctic Monkeys.

Enjoy! And tell me what you think! ^.^

51. Are There Some Aces Up Your Sleeve?

Sandor grunted frustrated when he saw for the fifth day in a row that he still had no way of opening the safe behind the portrait in Joffrey's office. He turned the blacklight off and put the drawing back in its place, silently cursing himself.

Varys had told him to get the evidence as soon as possible so that they could ruin Joffrey. Sandor was positive that the evidence was the knife, the murder weapon, and that said knife had been locked inside the safe. After all he had spent almost thirty years of his life by Joffrey's side, so he had a good idea of his the little shit's mind worked. Joffrey adored trophies that reminded him of his victory, and Sandor knew that in Joffrey's mind Ned Stark's murder was a victory, thus making the knife a trophy... And what better place to hide said trophy than in a vault in the President's office? Surely no one would dare try to break it open!

Even though Sandor had sometimes had access to the safe in the past, he no longer did. No one save Joffrey knew the password of the damn thing, and Sandor had no idea how I get it. Hidden cameras? That wouldn't work. He had been thinking during the ride back to the mansion the night that he met with Varys about what other options he had, and the solution had popped into his head all of a sudden while he had been reaching the mansion' front door.

Sandor's master plan was half genius and half fucking stupid. It consisted in soaking all of Joffrey's pens and other objects that he had on the desk and all over the office with invisible ink. It hadn't been difficult to get his hands on it, and afterwards he had poured it into a vaporizer and he had gone around the office spraying everything. What he wanted was for Joffrey to get his fingers stained with the invisible ink so that when he went and entered the password on the keyboard of the safe the blacklight would show which numbers had been pulsed. Then the tricky thing would be figuring the right order in which the numbers had been pulsed, but that was another matter entirely. What Sandor needed was the numbers, and he needed them urgently.

Everyday, whenever Joffrey wasn't in the mansion, Sandor checked for fingerprints, but unfortunately Joffrey hadn't been opening the safe in the last two weeks. Everyday Sandor illuminated the surface of the keyboard in the safe with the blacklight, and everyday there was nothing. He didn't give up and he kept spraying the pens and other small objects that Joffrey might touch with the invisible ink, hoping that soon Joffrey would open the damn safe for some reason and leave his fucking fingerprints there.

Today was no exception. As soon as Joffrey left to an event that he had that morning, taking along with him his mother and his siblings, Sandor went to the office. He had lost count of how many times he had searched for fingerprints without success, and he was starting to feel desperate. There weren't any improvements in Sansa's situation, and Sandor had to find the fucking murder weapon to get her out of there forever. They couldn't do it without proof that would send Joffrey to jail for life, and Sandor wanted to punch the wall when he saw that his efforts were having no results.

"Fucking hells!" he hissed while he put the portrait back in its place on the wall. He didn't hear the footsteps approaching to the office, but he did hear the door opening. He wasn't startled because he knew that it could not be Joffrey, so he though that it was Sansa who had walked into the office. However, he immediately saw that he was wrong, and he frowned when he saw Rickon Stark standing there looking at him with great curiosity and a frown that probably mirrored the bodyguard's.

"Is everything okay?" the younger Stark sibling asked then, breaking the short-lived silence between them. Sandor nodded, but Rickon did not look very convinced. "I heard you cursing."

"Yeah, everything is fine," Sandor rasped, but he noticed how the young lad's gaze moved towards the portrait.

"What were you doing?"

"Nothing-"

"Don't lie," Rickon hissed, taking Sandor by surprise. Never before had he ever heard Rickon Stark talking to him (or to anyone else, for that matter) in such a way, with so much aggressiveness and violence and anger within his voice. Not only that, but also that violence and hatred reached his eyes, turning them into a dark pool of shadows. Very few things made Sandor feel uncomfortable; the look on Rickon Stark's eyes in that moment was one of them.

Sandor sighed, defeated. He couldn't hide what he was doing from Rickon. After all, he was deeply also involved in that mess, because he also needed to be rescued from Joffrey.

"The murder weapon..." Sandor started saying, catching Rickon's attention. "The one that killed your father. I believe it's hidden in the safe behind this safe."

If he expected Rickon to be surprised he was disappointed. There wasn't a single grave of shock or disbelief or confusion in the youth's expression, only sharp understanding. Rickon gave a little nod, all the while without taking his eyes off the portrait.

"Can you open it?" he asked.

"I'm trying," Sandor answered. He showed Rickon the blacklight and told him about the plan that he had of getting the password with Joffrey's fingerprints with the invisible ink. Rickon listened with attention, not wanting to miss a single detail, and he nodded when Sandor was done telling him the plan.

"Is there anybody helping you?" he wanted to know.

"Yes. He's waiting for the evidence to unmask Joffrey."

"Can he be trusted?"

Sandor hesitated for a moment before rasping: "Do we have any other option?"

Rickon didn't say anything at first, but he did set his gaze on Sandor again. His eyes were cold, calculating, angry, defiant. Sandor felt like he was in the middle of some sort of pulse with the youngest Stark sibling until the lad finally talked again.

"I guess not," he murmured. "Is there anything I can do?"

"Not for now," Sandor said. He did not want to get Sansa's brother involved even more in that mess, that would just out him in more danger than he already was. It was one thing to risk his own life, it was what he had to do for Sansa's and his unborn child's sake, but he could not let Rickon risk his life as well. Sansa had lost too many members of her family already. Rickon did not seem to take the answer to his question too well, for he seemed to be about to protest, so Sandor spoke before Rickon could say anything. "But the day might come when I will need some help."

"Ok. Tell me if that ever happens." Without another word Rickon turned around and walked out if the office. Sandor lingered behind for a few seconds, making sure that everything was exactly as it had been when he walked into the place, and then he also left.

Time passed. Weeks passed. Every single day Sandor snook into the presidential office and checked the safe for fingerprints, but Joffrey was still not going anywhere near it. Sandor was starting to feel desperate, but he didn't give up. He knew that the moment he gave up they would lose their only chance, and so he kept trying, again and again and again. He wouldn't give up hope if that meant that he could bring Sansa's nightmare to an end. While he waited to get the damn fingerprints to figure out the password of the safe, he kept contact with Varys, and he knew that the man was doing his own research and finding out more proof against Joffrey. Sandor didn't know how the man did it, but Varys managed to discover all of Joffrey'd dirty little secrets. The only thing that was left was the damn knife, and Varys could not get his hands on it on his own... Patience was all that was left to them.

But looking for the fingerprints was not the only thing that had Sandor's attention those days. As time passed, Sansa's pregnancy became more advanced. Sandor was fascinated with the way in which Sansa's belly grew, becoming more swollen and round, now really showing that an new life was growing inside of her. Sandor really had to keep himself in check so as to not stare at Sansa's belly like a fool whenever she was near him in other people's presence. Over a month had passed, and he still could not believe that Sansa was carrying his child, that she was going to make him a father. They had to stay strong for that baby, and fight until the very end to be able to give him (or her,) a better life. Sandor had vowed to himself that nothing, nothing, would stand in the way of Sansa and their child and a happy life, no matter how many sacrifices he had to make to be able to make that happen.

Time was helping Sansa heal. The color returned to her face, and after many weeks she was able to smile again, though it was still hard. She was slowly coming out if her state of desperate grieving and coming to terms with the fact that half her family was gone. She was going on and about her life as normally as she could, and fought to put a smile on her face and enjoy the moments that she could spend with the loved ones that she had left. It made Sandor admire her even more than he had before, and he very much doubted that there was a stronger person than her in the entire world.

He was aware of the plan that Sansa had with Gendry to take Bran and Ned out of the country. Rickon, for some goddamn reason, had insisted on staying behind, but at least two Starks would be safe. It had been almost a month since Sansa made that deal with Gendry, and he was going to execute it in about a week from then. It had taken all that time to come up with a safe day and a safe way to take Bran and Ned away, for it was a very dangerous thing, what they were doing... After all, that was exactly the same plan that Robb Stark had had to take Sansa to safety, and they all knew how that had ended... Sansa was extremely nervous, but she also knew that Gendry had everything under control, whereas Robb had rushed everything and besides, Joffrey was going to kill him either way in the end.

Luckily for all of them, Joffrey's new position as President kept him so busy everyday that sometimes they didn't see him at all the whole day, which made Sandor and all the Starks living in the Red Keep mansion immensely happy and actually allowed Sansa to have some peaceful moments. That morning Joffrey was meeting with some senators, and the peace of the mansion was further increased when Cersei left to visit some of her friends. No one was visiting, which meant that only the Starks, Tommen, Myrcella, and their bodyguards were in the mansion.

Sandor couldn't be seen too frequently around Sansa when he was not in duty, so he avoided the library (the place where she was spending the morning) as much as he could, but at one point he couldn't help it anymore and he walked into the library, pretending that he was looking for a book to read. From the corner of his eye he saw that Sansa had raised her gaze from the book she was reading and was now slightly smiling at him, which made him smile in return. Sansa had been a lot better around him lately, smiling more frequently, which took a weight off his shoulders. If he has had to see her feeling miserable one more day he would have broken somebody's jaw, and he was happy that she had started feeling better.

He kept pretending to be searching for a book, when in reality he was watching Sansa, who had gone back to reading. She was wearing a navy blue jumper that kept her warn and hid her body, but still her round belly was very noticeable. Sansa was very thin (and it appeared that she had lost a lot of weight since the plane crash,) and she was only five months pregnant, but the baby was big, and so her round belly made her look like she was more pregnant than she really was. Sansa's belly grew so fast that at first Sandor feared that she might be carrying twins (which, truth be told, would be awful for the situation that they were in,) but when Sansa went to have an ultrasound made it was confirmed that she was carrying only one very big baby.

Sansa didn't want to know the gender of the baby. Sandor was extremely curious, but he couldn't know if Sansa didn't tell him, and Sansa wanted to keep the gender a surprise because, according to her, it would be the only nice surprise that she had had in years, and so Sandor didn't bug her with his curiosity, he could keep waiting for four more months.

He was about to finally pick a book and sit down in one of the couched to read when suddenly Myrcella made an appearance in the library. He appearance was so unexpected that it startled Sansa, almost making her drop her book. Myrcella smiled at her.

"I'm sorry!" she exclaimed, aware that she had scared her sister-in-law. Sansa gave her a little smiled in return. Myrcella crossed the library towards where Sansa was sitting down, and only then she noticed Sandor's presence. She greeted him cheerfully, to which he only responded with a nod, and then the girl turned her attention back again to Sansa. "I've had an idea!"

"Really? And what's that?"

"Well, it would be nice for you to leave the mansion sometime..." Myrcella started saying, "and well, you have a baby on the way so I was thinking that maybe we could go baby shopping? Together?"

That suggestion took Sandor as much by surprise as Sansa, who blinked several times while looking at her young and always smiling sister-in-law.

"Baby shopping?" she repeated, as if the words were foreign to her.

"Yes! The baby is going to need such a lot of things! We could get a stroller, a crib, baby clothes, onesies, toys..." Myrcella listed, trying to convince Sansa into agreeing. "Come on, it will be fun!"

"I-I don't know, Myrcella..." Sansa said, and the girl's expression changed a little bit. Her shoulders dropped and she reached out to take Sansa's hand in hers. There was concern in her eyes.

"Sansa, I know that you are not happy here. You haven't been yourself since that happened, but you don't want to be here, in this house," Myrcella murmured, once again surprising both Sandor and Sansa. She was more perceptive than they had thought her to be. "And I know that you don't want to be around my brother. You are not happy with him."

"Myrcella..." Sansa started saying, but she was once again interrupted by the younger girl, who rolled her eyes.

"C'mon, Sansa, don't even try to pretend that I'm wrong. It's obvious that you are not happy with Joff, otherwise you wouldn't have cheated on him!"

The way in which she shut up right then and her eyes became wide as plates revealed that it hadn't been her intention to blurt that last bit out. The library was suddenly so silent that you could hear a pin drop, and Sansa just remained there seated on the couch looking at her sister-in-law with a half-shocked half-blank expression on her face, while Myrcella just awkwardly waited in silence to see if she should continue speaking or wait for Sansa to say something, and Sandor looked at the wall pretending like he wasn't there and he hadn't heard anything.

Well, she got that right alright, he thought.

When Myrcella saw that Sansa wasn't going to say anything she sighed and dropped her shoulders.

"Sansa, I really don't know what's been going on between you too, and I'm not sure that I wanna know, but I do know that getting out of here for a few hours will do you a lot of good. So... please?" she said, pulling the biggest, brightest, sweetest and most angelic smile that she could muster. In the end Sansa ended up smiling softly and giving in.

"Sure, why not," she said, shrugging. Myrcella clapped her hands and almost jumped into the sore with excitement.

"Great! I'll go tell the chauffeur to get the cars ready! And I'll tell Rickon, he wanted to come too!" Before Sansa had the chance to say anything else to Myrcella, the blonde girl had already run out of the library and was on her way to do what she had just said that she was going to do, leaving behind a very stunned Sansa and Sandor that could only stare in silence at the door with amazement, and then they stared at each other.

"What the hell?" Sandor muttered, being faster than Sansa in breaking the silence.

Sansa giggled, and Sandor stiffened. Sansa hadn't giggled in weeks, and it was like music to his ears. Maybe the whole ordeal of going baby-shopping would turn out to be a great idea after all, if it put Sansa in a good mood.

"This should be fun," she murmured, putting her book away. She put one hand on the couch to push herself to stand up, but Sandor was immediately in front of her and taking her hand with his own, gently helping her up. She smiled sweetly at him.

"Thank you. It's getting hard to move around as much as before with this little guy in here," she said, looking down at her round belly. Sandor followed her gaze, and hesitantly reached out with his hand to place it on her swollen stomach. Halfway through the movement he froze, feeling insecure, and he was about to pull his hand back when suddenly Sansa took it with her own, and she moved Sandor's hand so that it rested gently on her belly.

He had touched Sansa's belly innumerable times, but now that she was so pregnant the sensation was unique every time that he touched her. Even though he gently rubbed her belly very often to feel his child growing in her, every time felt different. He couldn't describe the feelings that overcame him; every time it was as of he was realizing for the first time ever that he was going to be a father, that that was his child growing inside Sansa. Seeing her growing everyday was one thing, but touching her and actually feeling the baby's heartbeat... There were no words to describe it.

I've finally become a mindless fool, Sandor thought to himself after experimenting such emotions. He couldn't tear his eyes off Sansa. He didn't want to stop touching Sansa nor move away from her. He just didn't want to, not ever.

"This will be fun," Sansa said then, pulling him out of his thoughts. "Shopping for the baby, I mean. I hadn't thought about it before but it is something that I want to do. And I do have to do it at some point, so..."

"You don't even know what sex the baby is. How are you going to pick the colors?" Sandor asked, remembering that most parents picked babies' stuff in pick or blue depending on the gender. Except Cersei Lannister. When she bought stuff for her children many years ago she got everything in crimson and golden, and occasionally some green.

"I'll pick neutral colors," Sansa replied with a smile. "It's... strange. I'm finally feeling kind of excited over something for the first time in weeks."

"That's a good thing," Sandor pointed out.

"I know! It's just that well, it feels a little weird. I didn't know that I could smile again, but you and this baby are making it happen quite often lately."

"Well, I'm glad," Sandor said sincerely. He lived to make Sansa happy, and the smile on her face said that she knew it.

"Come, let's go," she murmured. She stood on her tiptoes to give him a quick kiss on the lips now that they were alone in the library. Then she walked out of the place while Sandor stayed behind for a moment, watching her leaving with a smile on his face. He chuckled, and then he followed her.

Sandor couldn't believe that he had willingly been dragged into that place. He was used to having to stand aside still like a statue while the people that he was escorting shopped around him, but he had never been dragged to a store for babies' stuff. He had not only gone there as a bodyguard, but also to accompany Sansa due that the baby was his; he wanted to share every moment that he could with her, but holy hell was he getting bored... There wasn't anything interesting around him that could drag his attention, everything was stuff for babies only (obviously!). And it was not as of he could give his opinion on which things should be bought or not because he was supposed to simply be the bodyguard and that was it.

Sansa and Myrcella had been accompanied by Rickon, Bran, and Ned (who they couldn't leave just alone at the mansion). The two younger Stark siblings didn't look like the kind of people who would usually go to those mind of places, but they had wanted to accompany their sister in that moment and get stuff for their nephew or niece. Besides, Bran was already aware that he was going to be leaving soon and he wanted to spend as much time with his siblings as possible, for who knew when he would see them again. Sansa, Bran and Ned were looking at baby clothes while Myrcella and Rickon checked out the cribs and chatted. Myrcella looked rather blushed, and Sandor couldn't help but look at the two youths with a raised eyebrow.

Seven hells, not those two now... he mentally groaned.

A flash caught his attention from the corner of his eye, making him turn towards the great window of the store. Of course, news had quickly spread that the Starks were there, and paparazzi had immediately appeared at the place with their demonic cameras ready to take thousands of pictures and be a royal pain in the ass. This time Sandor groaned loudly.

Seriously? Can't they fuck off for once?

Resisting a huge urge to give all the paparazzi the finger, Sandor turned away from the window and focused his attention on Sansa, who was still looking at the baby clothes as if the paparazzi weren't there at all. She was trying to find baby onesies in neutral colors but that were still cute, which was proving to be a bit difficult. She picked one and held it up for her companions (and Sandor) to see. It was a white onesie with little yellow chicks on it.

"What do you think?" she asked. While her brothers hesitated, she moved her gaze to Sandor. He slowly shook his head in an almost imperceptible way. There was no way in hell that he would allow his child to be dressed in that! Sansa caught the message and out the white onesie down before her brothers even said anything, and she picked up another one. It was pale green, with happy kittens of all colors on it. "And what about this one?"

Sandor coughed loudly. Kittens?! Kittens?! Nope. Just, no. His child would not be dressed with something that had cat's offspring on it! Those things were the devil's spawn and he hated them! Dogs were a thousand times better!

As if she had read his mind, Sansa out that onesie down and picked up a new one. This time it was yellow, and it had puppies' faces on it. Her expression lit up.

"Ooh! I like this one!" she exclaimed, and she subtly looked over at Sandor to see what he thought.

That was much better, and Sandor actually liked it. He gave a slight nod of his head, and he winked at Sansa. Her smile became broader.

"I'll buy it!" she announced.

"Cool," Rickon said, approving her choice. "What else are you going to get?"

"Well, more clothes of course!"

"Then you should get this," Rickon said, showing his sister a white baby shirt with black dog paws. He winked at his sister and then gazed at Sandor for a second and grinned at him, and Sandor fought back the urge to laugh. Sansa immediately grabbed the onesie and took it away from her brother, adding it to the pile of things that she already knew that she was going to definitely buy. "Maybe you should get him a cute little hat that goes with it," Rickon added, still smirking. "You know, with dog ears, or something."

Sansa picked some more clothes for her baby, which Rickon took from her so that she didn't have to carry anything, and them she went to look at baby shoes. Sandor had always been amused by the size of those things; babies' feet were so tiny! They were smaller than the tip of his thumb. So delicate... He had taken care of babies before and held them and watched over them, but they had never been his babies. Now they were shopping stuff for his son or daughter, and after seeing those shoes he imagine how little the baby would be, and he felt terrified. How was he going to defend and protect such a previous and delicate little thing from the evil that surrounded them?

Don't think about this now, enjoy the moment! he scolded himself, and continued following Sansa around the store while pretended that he was completely indifferent to what was going on around him.

After the shoes, Sansa spent about half an hour looking at the cribs, but in the end she couldn't decide which one she liked most so they all agreed to look another day for the perfect one. Sandor didn't know why they were making such a fuss over a crib, but if that was important to Sansa he wasn't one to complain. He could see that she was really enjoying herself at that place, and it was nice. Joy was a hard thing to find those days, and Sansa hadn't stopped smiling since the moment they got there. At that moment she was looking at some blankets. Some of them had letters on them, like initials.

"Have you decided what you want to name him?" Ned asked all of a sudden. He was standing next to Sansa looking at the blankets. He had been awfully quiet the whole time, and that was the first time that he spoke. Sansa looked at him, surprised at first to finally hear her nephew talking, but then she smiled gently.

"Well, if it's a bit I was thinking that I would like to name him Logan. Or Lorcan. Those are the names that I have always liked."

"They are cool names.I like Logan better, like that I could nickname him Wolverine," Ned said. He always had a superhero reference for everything. "You know, the guy from X-men."

"Yeah, I know. Your aunt Arya used to watch that with you the whole time."

"She did," Ned murmured. "So yeah, my vote is on Logan. And what if it's a girl?"

"If it's a girl I also like two names, Katherine and Celine. What do you think?"

"Ooh, I like those names!" Myrcella exclaimed, and Bran and Rickon agreed.

"Me too," Ned nodded, and he managed to crack a smile, which made everyone almost gasp. While everybody else had managed to find some random happy moments since tragedy struck the Stark family, Ned hadn't smiled one single time since then. Talking about his future cousin made him smile. "How will you choose which one to put the baby if it's a girl?"

"I suppose that it will depend on what she looks like," Sansa murmured with a soft gleam in her eyes. The excitement in her heart was really visible in her at that moment. She wanted her child with her right that moment in her arms, she couldn't wait. She wasn't scared anymore now; for a moment she was just an eager mother that couldn't wait a single day more to meet her child. "I will know when I see her."

"Or him," Bran pointed out.

"Exactly," Sansa laughed. "I guess we'll find out in four months!"

Sandor remained silent the whole time, as if he wasn't there, just listening to Sansa and her brother and her nephew and Myrcella talking about his child, unable to join the conversation or state his opinion. He didn't have much of an opinion, truth be told, but it would be nice if he could at least say something. He might have if only the Starks had been there, but with Myrcella there and the clerks and the paparazzi taking pictures and practically banging on the windows of the store he couldn't risk doing anything suspicious. His only role there was as a bodyguard, and he had to keep his mouth shut.

The last thing that Sansa looked at was toys. There were some really cute stuffed animals in the store, and she got the classical teddy bear. Rickon insisted that they should buy the stuffed chihuahua too, but Sansa refused between laughs, and Rickon stopped insisting when Sandor actually glared at him.

Rickon and Myrcella took everything and they went to pay for all the items. Bran left with Ned, who wanted to check some books in the library next door, and Sansa left the store with Sandor when she started feeling a little tired. Sandor yelled at the paparazzi and they immediately stepped back, afraid of him, and the bodyguard and Sansa made their way to the parked limousine with black tinted windows that shielded them from the camera flashes.

They were alone in the limo; the chauffeur had left to smoke a cigar in the street, and the others were still in the store and in the library, along with the other bodyguards that had come with them. Sansa and Sandor sat across each other in the limo, and for a moment there was silence between them. Sansa closed her eyes and relaxed on the spacious limo seat, tired after having been standing up for so long, and Sandor suddenly broke the silence.

"So... Lorcan, Logan, Katherine, and Celine?" he asked, remembering the names that Sansa had said back in the store. She opened her eyes and looked at him.

"Oh! Sorry, I should have asked you first!" she apologized, and Sandor chuckled. "You should have a say in this! Those are only the names that I've always liked, but if you don't like them-"

"I like them," he said, and Sansa smiled a little.

"You do?" she asked, sounding relieved. Sandor nodded.

"Aye. I like them." It was true, he did like them. Back in the store he had just wished that he could say those words out loud instead of having to shut up, but now he could voice his opinion to Sansa and that was all that mattered.

Sansa smiled, and her eyes gleamed the same way that they did back in the store. She looked like she was glowing, and she looked beautiful.

The limo door opened suddenly, and Rickon stepped inside the long vehicle alone and sat next to his sister. He was carrying a lot of bags with him that he put down at his feet, and then he leaned back and sighed. Myrcella had stayed behind looking at something in another ship, and Bran and Ned were still in the library. There was silence once again, and Rickon stared at Sandor and Sansa once again. For some reason they avoided his narrowed gaze, as if they were two children that had done something bad and did not want to be caught, and it felt awkward. Sandor guessed that it was because he had been super close to getting close to Sansa to kiss her quickly before her younger brother interrupted.

But Rickon always seemed to know everything about everyone. He sighed again, and gave them a knowing look.

"Oh, go at it, there's no one here yet," he said. Sansa looked extremely confused but his words, and she gasped when Sandor suddenly stood up and got closer to her and pulled her closer to him and kissed her. She stiffened for a second, but then she relaxed and gave in to the kiss before kissing him back. None of them could see Rickon rolling his eyes. He spoke again, jokingly this time. "You two are gross."

Sansa chuckled against Sandor's mouth, and he kissed her harder. He had to make every second count.

It's already decided what the baby and the name are going to be, but you can tell me your guesses! ^.^