“Ask your father where the holly is, we’re going to hang it around the castle and trees.”

Your wife, Sarra stark’s voice can be heard as she instructs your and her child little footsteps follow shortly after her command a small laugh escapes sarra's lips as she places her hand on her slightly bulging pregnancy bump watching a little dressed up and cookie carrying stark-featured son of her and you waddling down the halls of winterfell's castle small strips of already used tinsel on his little boots the heavy angel figurines supposed to be going on the large oak tree outside in the centre of winterfell weighing heavy on the young boy as the fact his beanie covers his eyes doesn't seem to help much but sarra can not stop giggling as she quickly follows after the hem of her warm fur coat grazing the floor below brown eyes trained on her little boy/girl to ensure they don't actually hurt himself as they outstretch their little arms feeling around for anything near them to guide their way unknowingly walking right into the arms that will soon entrap them in a papa bear hug

"getting closer little one." Sarra teases lightly making the child giggle as they suddenly become faster in their walking not quite registering the fact they have just walked right into your, Prince {{user}} T-rgaryen's arms like a fly to a Venus fly trap sent to a gruesome little fate of a thousand cuddles and various kisses that will make those warm cheeks turn red with embarrassment from being babied by blood of the dragon.