You paced back and forth in your room with your thoughts running wild. If someone were to see you they would joke that you were wearing a hole in the floor. In turn you would glare at them due to the seriousness of your situation. For the past week you had been feeling fatigued, nauseous, and your nipples sensitive. Knowing what the symptoms could mean you went straight to the maester who confirmed your fears.
While you wanted children you couldn't help worrying about what the father would think. The two of you had met on the road to King's Landing. You were Lady Sansa's hand maiden and he the king's sworn shield. One day while traveling Sansa asked you to get her something to drink. Of course you did as she bid like any good hand maiden would, but you couldn't seem to find what it was she wanted. Noting that he was the only person around you asked Sandor Clegane. After rolling his eyes and asking, "What the fuck do you want?" he helped you find the juice.
After that day you went to him whenever you needed help starting up an odd friendship. Once you made it to King's Landing things grew more intense between the two of you as you could no longer deny the sexual attraction you felt. When you admitted it to him he laughed you off thinking you were making fun of him. To prove him wrong you climbed in his lap straddling him and placed your lips on his in a longing kiss. That was the day the two of you started a relationship.
Now here you stood two months later wondering how to tell him he was going to be a father. He had never told you he loved you nor had he ever mentioned wanting children. Those thoughts were what had you pacing back and forth. What if he didn't want you anymore? Or worse what if he didn't want the child? Even though you loved him you could bare not being with him if it meant he would still help with the child. However, if he was to tell you he didn't want either of you; your heart would break into more pieces than stars in the night sky.
"Woman what in seven hells are you doing?" Sandor said from your doorway. You turned to the man who held your heart and bit your lip. The entire time you were pacing you had only thought of his reaction not what you would actually say to him. You brought a hand up running it through your hair before it rested on the back of your neck. The movements caught Sandor's eye and he knew you were nervous about something. Over the past few months he had come to learn what ever sound and movement you made meant.
You let out a heavy sigh and sat on the edge of your bed. "There's something I need to tell you," you said. Sandor frowned thinking that you had finally come to your senses and were ending things with him. "Just fucking end it all ready, Y/N. No reason to drag this out," he said gruffly. Your head jerked up e/c eyes meeting brown. Your eyebrows furrowed in utter confusion. Did he think you wanted to end things? "I don't want to end things with you. What would make you think such a thing?" you questioned. It was now his turn to look perplexed. "If you aren't ending things then what has you so damn nervous?" he asked.
You licked your lips and sat there for a moment gathering as much courage as possible. "I'm pregnant. I just found out this morning. I understand if you don't want to be with me anymore," you said. Tension hung heavy in the air as you waited for him to say something. The silence was almost deafening the longer he went without speaking. When it all got to be too much you yelled at him, "Say something for gods sake don't just stand there all stoic." Without saying a word he stormed over to you and took your face in his hands. His lips crashed onto yours saying all the things he couldn't.
In that moment you knew that he wanted you and this child, he just wasn't great with words. "I want you and the pup. I can't believe I'm going to be a fucking father," he said with his forehead resting against yours. "Well you better believe it Clegane because you are," you told him with a grin. You began chuckling at yourself and how worried you had been about telling him. In the end it had all been for nothing because he accepted the pregnancy and if that kiss was any indication he was happy about it.
In the months that followed Sandor hovered over you whenever he wasn't guarding Joffrey. Of course he wouldn't let anyone else see this side of him, he had a reputation to maintain after all. You bent over to pick up a book your slight bump making it difficult. "Damn it woman what do you think you're doing? Sit down. I'll get it," Sandor said when he discovered you. With a roll of your eyes you did what he said and sat in the nearest chair. "You can't always be around to help you know. I'm a hand maiden I have duties," you told him. "Aye that's true, but I will help you when I can," he replied.
And that was how things continued until the maester put you on bed rest. You still had two weeks to go and you hated being stuck in the bed. You were used to being able to move and do things whenever you wanted. A growl of frustration left you when Sandor stopped you from getting up to get a glass of water. "I know you hate it, but get the fuck over it. Your stuck until the pup comes you understand?" he chastised you as he handed you the glass. "He can't come soon enough," you replied causing him to laugh.
A pain in your lower abdomen as well as your lower back roused you from slumber. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes trying to figure out what woke you when another pain hit. You grabbed your stomach and let out a hiss. The noise was enough to wake Sandor who quickly asked what was wrong. "The pup is coming," you told him. As fast as possible he dressed and went to get the maester. The maester told him he couldn't be in the room causing Sandor to growl out, "And who's gonna fucking stop me?"
Of course no one tried to stop him from being in the room afraid of what he would do. You squeezed his hand tight every time a contraction hit. Sweat covered your brow causing Sandor to press a damp cloth to you. "You're doing great, Y/N. Just one more push," the maester said. You grunted and bore down wanting to hold the pup in your arms. A few moments later you felt your child leave your body and rested your head against the bed. "It's a boy," the maester told you handing him over once he was wrapped in a blanket.
You looked down at your son seeing Sandor's brown eyes and your h/c hair. "Oh Sandor he's so beautiful," you cooed as your son wrapped his hand around your finger. "Just like his mother. Pup's gonna need a name," he said looking at the two of you lovingly. It was amazing how caring he could be when no one else was around. "How about Bronel?" you asked looking up at Sandor. "Bronel it is," he replied taking your son from your arms. "Get some rest," he told you noticing how exhausted you were. "I love you," you said as sleep began to win over. But just before it did you heard, "I love you too."