The Deal | Dan x Reader 1930's Mobster AU

Lying

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(Y/n)'s POV

"I'm pretty sure I hear two heartbeats," the doctor said, pressing a stethoscope to my stomach.

"Me and the baby?" I asked.

"No, you and the babies. As in 2."

"You're kidding," Dan said and he shook his head.

"Congratulations, it's very obvious you two are having twins. You're a tad larger than expected with one child and I can hear 2 heartbeats faster than yours," he said. I let out a soft gasp and smiled, placing a hand on my stomach.

It was hard to focus the last few moments. I should be ecstatic or crying or both, but all I can think about is that damn file. It was still safely stowed away in my room and I just couldn't bear to look at it. I was worried as to what it might contain and right now I didn't need any drama. Yet I still couldn't get it out of my mind.

Focus.

"Thank you," I replied, letting Dan help me up and walk me to the door.

"So I suppose that's two names we have to come up with now," Dan said, placing an arm around me.

"Exciting."

"You alright?"

"Yes I'm fine."

"Let's get home then," he said, holding open the door for me. I felt the urge to throw up in that moment, not knowing if it was because of the babies or because of what was waiting at home. The car ride was quiet and I just placed my head on his shoulder.

"I'm going to my room to rest," I announced, Dan pulling his arm from around me. I held the railing and walked up the stairs, slipping off my shoes when I entered. I laid myself down in my bed, glancing at the bookshelf.

Was I going to read it? Or just return it?

I swung my legs back over the side of the bed and walked over to the shelf, slipping it out from its hiding spot. I placed a hand on my stomach holding the file in the other. I had a feeling I wasn't going to like what was in the file, but it was bothering me far too much. I sat down in the chair at my desk and flipped open the file.

I pulled out my papers, pushing aside the rest. I flipped to where information about my husband laid. The first page was general information, which I ignored, flipping through dozens of payment sheets. They were all dated in order a few years after we had gotten married, steady payments that trailed off 4 months before he died. I flipped frantically to the general information.

Robert Gordon
Married
Deceased/murdered
Still owes 2 payments after death

I set down the papers letting out a breath. I knew how it all worked now. 1 payment per 1 or 2 months and before I came along, missing 2 payments was imminent of death. Of course we were more lenient now because of me. I continued reading.

Client works well with us.
Widowed wife still alive, address for payment.
Agent: Howell

I placed a hand over my mouth, a painful gasp racking through my body. I forcefully shut the papers back in the folder, letting out a shaky breath.

He killed him.

I married and was carrying the children of my first husband's murderer.

"I made tea for you," I glanced around, tears dripping out of my eyes.

How was I supposed to be okay with this? I had to stay, for the children, and I loved Dan so much. Robert was never like Dan was, but he was my husband nonetheless and he had never killed anyone. I was a monster myself; I had blood on my hands too.

"(Y/n) what's wrong?"

I gripped the folder and turned to face him fully. I felt my diaphragm shudder when I tried to take a breath. He glanced at it and knew exactly what I was holding. How could he live with himself.

He was rude to me. He hit on me. He let me fall in love with him. After he had killed my husband. How could he live with all that information?

"(Y/n) I understand that this is terrible for you to find out, and I'm sorry, but please just think for a minute."

I couldn't even care less that he killed my husband. But the fact he insisted on giving me a job out of pity and lying to me all this time was what made me want to run.

"You didn't even tell me. You married me and we'll have children together. The widow of the man you killed. You knew and you kept me around," I said.

"(Y/n). I admit I kept you around at first because I felt guilty. I wanted to tell you, but I began to realize how in love with you I was. How could you fall in love with a killer? It was stupid and selfish. But I couldn't help falling in love with you."

I ran my tongue across my dry lips, sucking in a shivered breath. I glanced away, chewing at the inside of my cheeks.

"You killed him?"

"Yes, I'm sorry."

I sat down on my bed, shaking and shivering, not saying a word.

"I need a walk."

"Please, let me come with you."

"No. I want to walk alone," I said, standing up.

"It's dangerous out at night."

"Alone." I repeated and he paused, letting me pass and get my coat.

"Be careful."

I slammed my bedroom door with him still inside and hurried down the steps to the elevator, desperately needing time alone to think.

~Calymari