Got One-Shots Book 2

Tell Him (Jon Snow x fem!reader)

(WARNINGS: SLIGHT SPOILER FOR SEASON 7 PREMIERE! I mean, very slight, but still. Angst, Fluff, Unplanned pregnancy)

It wasn't supposed to happen. Ever. The one night you threw caution to the wind and let passion rule your life. One night had lead to this. You sat on your bed in Winterfell, head in your hands. How had you let this happen? How had you managed to be unlucky enough to get pregnant with Jon Snow's child?

It wasn't that you didn't want the child. Of course you did. You'd been in love with Jon for as long as you could remember, but you knew he didn't want bastard children. You flopped back down on the bed and groaned loudly. You lay there, staring up at the ceiling and wondering how on earth you were going to tell Jon. Or if you were even going to tell him. You weren't sure if your heart could take not only his rejection of you, but his rejection of your innocent, unborn child. So, you opted to stay silent as long as you could.

*time skip*

For once, you were thankful that winter had come to Winterfell. It gave you an excuse to wear a large cloak of furs all the time, covering your ever-expanding belly. By the calculations, you were getting close to six moons gone and it was showing. The bump wasn't too big, but definitely visible if you weren't wearing your cloak.

So far, no one other than your handmaiden knew and you swore her to secrecy. The cloak also kept the fact that you weren't wearing a corset well hidden. Unfortunately for you, your secret wouldn't be that way for very long. Your own clumsiness would be your downfall. The nail in your proverbial coffin.

You were walking through the courtyard, watching the young boys and girls training for the coming war, when it happened. You weren't watching where you were going and a little boy darted in front of you. In your effort to stop in time, you tripped over your long cloak and started to fall. You panicked as you felt yourself falling backward, but you never hit the ground. "Ya should be more careful there, girlie," a rough voice said and you breathed a sigh of relief. Tormund.

Tormund had caught you before you managed to fall too far. Sadly, Tormund caught you in such a way that his hands were on your stomach, directly over your bump. He slowly helped you stand straight. You faced him and gauged his reaction. His blue eyes dropped down to your belly that was hidden. "Yer..." You nodded. "Does anyone know?" A head shake. "Not even the father?" Your eyes widened as you shook your head again.

"Who is he?" You didn't answer, but your eyes drifted up to where Jon was standing. Tormund followed your gaze before grabbing you by the arm and leading you over to his horse. "Ya have ta tell him." You sighed and began to wring your hands together. "I can't, Tormund. Jon never wanted children. And with the Night King coming, he'll have even more reason to reject me. Reject us." Tormund shook his head and chuckled softly. "If there's one thing I've learned about Jon Snow, it's that he always does what he feels is right. Everyone else's opinions be damned. He won't reject ya or the babe. But ya need ta tell him."

You nodded, knowing he was right. "And the sooner the better by the look of it," he added and your brows furrowed. He nodded his head slightly behind you and you turned to find Jon coming toward you, a look of pure jealousy on his face. His stern gaze landed on you first and you did your best not shrink away from him. Then, he turned his dark eyes on Tormund. "Are you ready? You know what to do?"

Tormund rolled his eyes and nodded. "Aye. Eastwatch by the Sea. Defend the Wall from the Army of the Dead. I know and I'm goin'. Now I think this one here needs ta get inside before she freezes." You narrowed your eyes playfully as he climbed up on his horse. You watched him ride off with the rest of the Wildlings with a smile on your face. You never thought you'd ever get a chance to be friends with a Wildling, but Tormund had proven what a terrific friend he truly was.

Sighing, you turned to find Jon still standing there, his eyes fixed on you. "I think we need to talk, Y/N." On shaking knees you followed the new King in the North back into the warmth of the castle. "What can I do for you, Your Grace?" you asked him. He didn't answer. He simply lead you through the halls to a set of chambers you recognized. Jon's chambers.

"Jon?" Once inside, Jon finally turned to face you again. "What did I do?" he asked. You gave him a look of confusion. "What?" Jon glared while Ghost padded over to you, sniffing at you. He whined, something you'd never heard the direwolf do before. "What did I do, Y/N?" Jon asked again. "What do you mean?"

"I mean why have you been avoiding me?! We laid together once and since then, you have barely said two words to me! You talk to everyone else, enjoy food and drink with them, but not me and I want to know what I did to make you hate me so! Of all the people in the world, you were the one person I thought would never hate me!" His voice had gotten louder with every sentence, making you back away. To your surprise and Jon's, Ghost growled at him.

"And what's your problem?" he snapped at the wolf. That was it for you. "He's protecting me from you, Jon! And he's protecting your unborn child!" Your mouth snapped closed and you froze. That wasn't exactly how you planned to tell him. "My...what?"

Letting out a shaky breath, you opened your cloak, revealing the evidence to him. "You're with child?" You nodded and bit your lip. "How far gone?" You leered at him, resenting the unspoken accusation. "How long has it been since I shared your bed, Jon?" you snapped at him. "I didn't mean..." You waved off whatever he was going to say. "I knew exactly what you meant. You were asking if it is yours. Just how many men do you think I sleep with? For you information, the answer is just one. You!"

You were crying now. You couldn't help it. Jon took the opportunity to step closer to you, making Ghost growl lowly once more. "I'm sorry. I know you aren't sleeping with anyone else. I'm just surprised. Why didn't you tell me?"

"You always said you didn't want any bastard children, Jon. I couldn't handle your rejection." In mere seconds, Jon was right in front of you, arms wrapped around you gently. "I would never reject you. Ever. And I certainly wouldn't reject my child. Forgive me for making you feel that way." You sniffled and nodded. Jon pulled you a little closer and pressed a kiss to your forehead. He stood there, cooing words of comfort to you until you stopped crying.

You pulled back and glanced at Jon. He gave you a soft smile. "Better?" You nodded and kissed his lips. The kiss grew from soft and sweet to passionate and frenzied quickly. After a few moments, you giggled, ending the kiss. Jon looked at you in confusion and you giggled again. "This is how we ended up in this situation in the first place." Jon joined your laughter as he moved his hands down to your belly. He felt slight movement and stared at the bump in awe.