Dec 26, 2020
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
"Does he babysit?"
"Don't tempt him," Sansa jokes. "He may not give them back."
"Tell me he's an accountant or a vacuum salesman," Wylla prods in a hush. "Or horrid in the sack, kicks puppies or something. Let me feel like there's balance in the world."
"Ummm, Police officer actually," Sansa laughs.
"Oh gods," Wylla gasps, fanning her face with her hand. "All that in uniform and handcuffs… just damn."
**Cute little Sansa & Dickon Christmas fic.
