The Trouble With Mob Bosses (A Sandor Clegane Mob AU)

A Surprise

(All previous warnings apply, also some angst.)

"Time flies when you're having fun." Isn't that the phrase? Well, that is exactly what happened. Time seemed to speed by for you and Sandor when you were together. You snuck away from the manor to see Sandor any chance you had. You spent hours, even days, wrapped up in one another. You were pretty certain you christened every single surface in Sandor's penthouse by the time you'd been sneaking around for a week. You just couldn't seem to get enough of each other. And it wasn't just the sex either, although it was incredible. It was also dinners and all the romantic things you didn't expect from Sandor by looking at him. As the time flew by, you were certain you were falling in love with him.

After what felt like no time at all, Sandor announced over dinner, "Gregor returns tomorrow." Your hand froze half way to your mouth. You set the fork back down and eyed Sandor thoughtfully. "And what does that mean for us, Sandor?" His lips turned down. "I don't know, but I'll be damned if I let him hurt you again. I will protect you, Y/N." You smiled a little. "I know, I trust you. I suppose we'll just have to be extra careful from now on. It should be easy enough. I mean, it's not like it's so odd for us to be around one another."

Sandor chuckled softly. "You are a dangerous woman." You gave a little shrug along with a smirk. "Well, we live in a dangerous world. Besides, you wouldn't have me any other way." Another laugh let Sandor's lips. "You're right. Now, come over here." You didn't need to be told twice. You walked over and straddled his lap, bringing your lips down on his.

Later that evening, when you were both exhausted, you settled down on the bed, wrapped in his arms yet again. In that moment, you felt safe. You felt wanted. Loved even. And while the looming thought of Gregor coming home lingered in the back of your mind, you couldn't really bring yourself to care as you lay there with Sandor. You let your eyes close, ready to sleep. Just as you were drifting off you could have sworn you heard Sandor's voice whisper, "I love you."

The next day was a different story altogether. The atmosphere in the house seemed to change the moment Gregor's car pulled into the driveway. Sandor was with you since he was supposed to be "watching" you and he undoubtedly noticed your shoulders tense. He wanted to place a comforting hand on your shoulder, but knew better. In your house, you weren't safe. In your house, you were a prisoner and a victim and Sandor couldn't be your knight in shining armor when Gregor was around.

"It'll be alright," Sandor whispered, making you smile. The smile was still on your face when Gregor rounded the corner. "The hell are you so happy about?" he snapped. Taking a shaky breath, you looked at your husband. "Nothing. I'm just...glad you're home. I-I missed you." The lies dripped off your tongue, tasting like acid. Gregor looked like he didn't believe you, but he shrugged a little. "You can show me later tonight." You fought to keep back a shudder at what he was implying.

Gregor walked out of the room and you let out a soft sigh. "Don't worry. I won't let him hurt you. Keep playing along and call me if you need anything." You nodded. "I love you, Sandor," you whispered. He smiled slightly. "I know you do." He shifted so he could look directly into your eyes. "I love you," he told you, looking at you as if it would be the last time, "Be careful." You smiled and nodded. You showed him the bottle of Gregor's favorite liquor that would be your salvation, at least for a while. "I will be. Now go before someone suspects."

*time skip*

You were wringing your hands as you waited for Sandor in his apartment. He had hidden a spare key for you and, although you rarely used it, you did that day. You were just glad Gregor had let you out of his sight for the afternoon. After the news you'd received that morning, Gregor had been attached to your hip. Honestly, it was the most affectionate the man had ever been and for some reason, that frightened you more than anything else.

"Are you sure?" you asked the doctor, praying he was wrong. He smiled. "I am positively, Mrs. Clegane. You're pregnant. I'd say about eight weeks, maybe nine." You felt your entire world shatter. It had been just about that long since Gregor had come home. Of course, you had taken measures to assure that it wasn't his, but that was almost worse. What if Gregor remembered? What if he found out that this child wasn't his, but Sandor's? There was only one thing to do. You had to lie to Sandor.

You'd told Gregor the moment you got home mostly because he was waiting for you. He didn't want you seeing doctors at all, but after you'd been sick for the sixth day in a row, he finally relented. When you told him, a smile spread across his face. He vowed that no one should be more protected than your child. No, he'd used the words "his child", as if you had nothing to do with the baby's creation. As soon as he'd given you the go ahead, you left the house and drove to Sandor's.

The look of surprise on Sandor's face would have been comical if not for the serious situation. "Y/N? What are you doing here? Did he hurt you?!" You shook your head. He came over and took your face in his hands. "What is it?" Tears pricked your eyes. "I'm pregnant." Sandor stared at you, dropping his hands. "What?"

"I'm pregnant," you repeated. He took a step away from you. "Mine?" The tears began to fall. You knew what you had to do. If you told him the truth, Gregor would definitely find out the truth and Sandor would die by his brother's hand. You couldn't have that. You had to protect Sandor. So, you shook your head. "No. Gregor's." You could tell the exact moment your words hit Sandor. He clenched his hands into fists and he began to shake. "I'm so sorry. I-I didn't expect for this to happen. I don't want his children, Sandor, but I-I can't get rid of it. Please don't ask me to do that."

Sandor's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. He was back by your side in an instant. "I wouldn't. That would hurt you. In more ways than one. Gregor would kill you if you got rid of it." His arms wrapped around you and he hugged you close. You wanted to so badly to tell him the truth, but you couldn't. You had to protect him the way he protected you. "I love you," you said, pressing your lips to his, uncaring that you were right in front of the window and unknowing of the camera clicking from across the street.