Author's note: Okay so its been a little while but this chapter wasn't easy and isn't perfect. I've got revised versions of each chapter posted up on my new account on if you would like to check that out. My name there is going to be Fanfic_Finatic2_0 so virtually the same as it is on here. Love all of you who have stuck with me so far!

May the fiction be with you!

-Tic

Chapter Eleven

Three Days Ago….

Jane sat on the toilet seat of her bathroom that sat directly across from her childhood bedroom. Balanced on the edge of the bathtub were four home pregnancy tests that all revealed the same result.

Positive.

"I believe congratulations are in order Ms Waters. Its seems that you are ten weeks along." The nurse that was performing the ultrasound beamed at the young woman as Jane stared dumbly at the screen. The sound of a fast heart beat consumed the quietness of the room. Tears threatened to escape from her eyes as she was amazed at the sight before her. Jane never expected to ever fall pregnant again, not after what had happened to her son. Her heart swelled at the image of her baby curled up in a fetal position, it's forehead was elongated and protruding like all fetuses in this stage. The nurse reassured the tearful soon-to-be-mother that the baby was growing steadily and that no disfigurement was visible.

"Your Maester will be able to determine the sex of the baby around the twentieth week. Now, you said that you had a form of birth-control implanted in your arm?"

Janes eyes remained glued to the screen as she nodded her reply to the gentle nurse.

"In that case, I highly recommend taking the implant out to prevent miscarriage. If you would like, I can send for our official OBGYN to come in and remove it."

Jane wiped her head so fast at this that it could have given her whiplash, she had momentarily forgotten about the expired stick of hormones. Of course she had to have it removed, she would not risk this child. "Please do" the urgency was evident in her voice. For Jane, every second that her MirriMaz was there the more it could harm her baby.

Two Days Ago…..

The wheels were turning violently in her mind. Jane would have to tell Sandor of the news but she had no idea how he would take it. They had only glossed over her previous pregnancy and he had never mentioned wanting to start a family of his own. Jane was scared of the outcome of the looming discussion that must take place. If he wanted nothing to do with her or his child then so be it, she could provide for her baby if need be.

The very idea of him abandoning her in this state crushed her, however, she would understand. Jane knew that she would be furious in the beginning but eventually she would understand.

I can't think like this! She practically screamed at herself, we haven't even discussed the issue and i'm already thinking of the worst.

Sandor would be arriving at Stark Manor with the Golden Family in a matter of days, she needed to rest and figure out how exactly she would break the big news.

Earlier that day…..

Jane couldn't decide if it was nerves or her morning sickness that had her head hovering the porcelain throne at 8 AM. Everyone would be up in a matter of minutes to finish preparing the Manor for the arrival of King Robbert and Queen Cersei. One thought ran rampant within her exhausted mind, Sandor Clegane was going to be here, and soon.

The young woman wasn't entirely sure how she felt about this man who always referred to himself as an old dog. Jane absolutely adored Sandor, he gave her butterflies everytime he walked into a room or laid his beautiful grey eyes upon her. When his fingers brush against her pale skin, it was as if he was setting her ablaze. Sandor had a way with words in the bedroom, he could make her feel wanted and needed. This was something that Jane only experienced at work when helping her patients and yet he could make the sensation feel intense and always left her wanting, quivering.

Jane knew that she could easily fall for him but she was holding herself back. Never again would she allow herself go through what she had with Ramsey, she wouldn't survive it again. For Jane, this pregnancy reveal will be the answer that she desperately needs. If he accepted it and was willing to remain by her side throughout all of this, only then would she let go and allow herself to fall. If Sandor abandoned her with this child then she would harden her heart and give all of her devotion to the only child that she will have. Jane was aware that this was extreme but she was tired of empty promises and meaningless touches. She could no longer stomach it.

Jane was tired, pregnant and the events of the past three days had finally caught up with her. She excused herself after finishing lunch with her siblings and their respective partners claiming that she just needed one more evening of rest to finally right herself. Ygritte gave her a knowing and worried glance while Jon and Robb looked on in a poor attempt of understanding. Jon was aware of the situation and had nothing to say on the matter since Jon actually knew of Sandor's existence. Jane had told Ygritte of her happy news and allowed her to tell her husband, however, she made them both swear to the old gods and new to not tell another living soul until she was ready to tell the rest. Both had been reluctant but agreed nonetheless.

Jon had informed Jane of his plan to help her get alone with Sandor after he arrived. It was simple really. After the families were introduced, Jon would pull Sandor aside for only a moment and inform the giant man that he would be staying with Jane while he was here. It wouldn't be suspicious considering that their parents were told of the coupling a week prior to the trip so that it wouldn't come as a shock if they discovered Sandor leaving Jane's bedroom.

It wouldn't be long now. Two hours at most, she could just take a quick nap until her…...Boyfriend? Is she allowed to call him that? That would be another thing to discuss if the first part of the discussion goes well. Jane wasn't certain about what was going to happen after today, everything was going to change once again for the young woman. She was terrified and happy about everything that has led up to this point.

Jane would love this baby no matter what transpires and she would never give it up without a fight. Even if she loses, the child will never leave her mind or heart. She just hopes that everything will be alright.

Right in the now…

The sound of a door opening and closing is what woke her from her slumber. A familiar feeling of a calloused hand made her aware of just who else was present in her room. With tired eyes Jane lazily peered at the face of the man that she had come to adore. A soft smirk graced his features and his hair fell in front of his scarred flesh leaving the untouched portion in clear view before her. In that moment, he was beautiful.

"Hey you," her voice was husky and deepened by the grogginess that consumed her being. A nagging feeling crept within her and she leaned closer to Sandor seeking comfort. She didn't expect him to meet her halfway, when their foreheads met, a cascade of butterflies filled her stomach. Jane's mind cleared almost instantly, realizing that it wasn't a dream and that the father of her child was kneeling right before her. Anxiety began to rear its ugly head and filled her still sluggish mind. As if the pillow had suddenly caught fire, she shot up into a sitting position, hands clutching the blankets.

She tried her best to get the words out but the fear was holding her vocal cords hostage, she was taking a cowards route. When Sandor attempted to make the joke her world stopped, she knew that one word would set everything into motion.

A meek "yes" escaped from her lips and Jane stared at the paleing complection of the new father.

He wasn't moving. He wasn't saying a word. Jane could feel fresh tears fall from her tired eyes and a sense of broken hope clenched at her heart. Jane spoke his name in an attempt to snap him out of the shock he was experiencing. The intensity in his stormy eyes rendered her speechless as she gazed into them.

Seconds seemed like hours as she waited, her frame trembled and the tight grip of his hands around hers was beginning to become uncomfortable. Just when she was about to completely give up, Sandor released his grip on her and moved his large hands to her round face. And just like that, his lips were on hers, they were almost pleading with hers. Jane gasped at the suddenness and Sandor took full advantage of her opened mouth. One of her trembling hands reached up to caress his head while the other gripped the fabric of his button down shirt.

Sandor pulled her closer to him, causing Jane to wrap her arms around his neck. The young woman was hovering slightly above the larger man as he held her flush against his usually towering frame. When the two finally decided to catch their breaths, Sandor let out a small chuckle. They kept their foreheads pressed together and simply held one another.

"I thought you would be angry," Jane admitted with shakiness in her voice.

The raven haired man pulled away at that omission and once again gave her a look of confusion. "Why in the seven hells would you think i'd be mad?"

"I don't know," her cheeks burned in embarrassment, but the fear had been reasonable. Jane had no idea how he would react to the now out-in-the-open short lived secret.

Sandor was about to say something when suddenly there was a quiet knock at the door.