A/N: WOW OKAY This was fast huh? Third installment of (whatever i name this damn series) in less than a week! haha. LOTS OF DRAMA AND FEELS AND FLASBACKS IN THIS FIC! Rated M because umm, its Dentiss and it should be. LOL. ENJOY and please please review! It literally puts a smile on my face and makes me want to write even faster because I know people are anxious to read it~ Thanks to all of my Loyal reviewers who have stuck with this series and my long periods in between chapters I love you all!
A/N 2: This chapter jumps around a lot because of all the different points of views but I hope its not too confusing!
"Come on, Love get dressed. We're going out," Ian said, taking the book Emily was reading.
"What?" Where are we going?" She asked, confused.
"We are going dancing, you still like dancing right?" He asked holding a hand out for her.
"Well, yeah. Its been a while but I think I can still dance circles around you," she said teasingly.
"Ha, cute. But I seem to remember a woman with two left feet clubbing with me in London." Ian said sardonically.
"That was not fair, you got me wasted before we even got to club!" Emily protested.
"Yeah well, it was my only shot at getting la- OW!" Ian yelled as Emily punched his arm playfully.
Emily stumbled over to the booth, out of breath, laughing. "Ohhh god, I think Im getting too old for this," she panted, taking a sip of her water. Ian stumbled in behind her, drink in hand, kissing her on the cheek.
"Never, Love. You look radiant by the way," he said, looking at her with a look of intense desire.
"Ennhh, hit the brakes Ian. Not gonna happen." She said warningly.
"What? I didn't do anything but compliment you," he said feigning mock indignance.
"Uh-huh, sure..." She chuckled. "You act like I don't know who you are."
"Damn, I thought after marriage it was at least a month before the couple stopped having sex," he teased.
"Oh we can still have sex, but not here." She said waggling an eyebrow at him provocatively. He growled at her.
"Woman, don't test me, or I will take you in the bathroom like I have at countless other bars and clubs."
"In your dreams, Ian."
"Fine," he said. He took a sip of his scotch looking around the club. It was packed, for a midwest town Ft. Wayne sure had quite the nightlife.
Emily stopped as a group of hispanic men made their way over. "Ian, do you know those guys? They've been lurking around here all night..." She said quietly.
Ian looked closely, "Nah, never seen them, Love."
One of the men approached their table. "Ehh, you Ian O'Reilly?"
Ian paused, taking another drink, "Depends. Whose asking?"
The hispanic man laughed, "Yeahh, we thought so. We hear around town you been dealing with those biker boys up around Auburn."
"Don't know what you're talking about." Ian said shortly. "Come on, Love. Time to go." He said standing up, pulling Emily's hand. She hurriedly stood up and they tried to walk around the mystery man.
"Sure you do, You been sellin' guns to our rival gang Homes, and we don't like that too well," the man said putting a hand on Ian's chest. Emily froze.
"Ian, what the hell is he talking about?" She said squeezing his arm tightly.
"Nothing, just a misunderstanding." Ian said abruptly.
"Nah man, we understand perfectly. Although, sellin' guns to our rivals, well, that don't look too well for you, Ese."
Emily felt Ian's body tense up, "Ian, no. Let's go. Now!"
"Who the fuck do you think you're talking to now, eh?" Ian growled, towering over the gangster. Emily saw the man raise a fist and tried to insert herself in between the two men, screaming. "STOP! IAN, NO!"
Next thing she knew she was on the floor of the club, bouncers helping her up asking "You okay lady?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine!" she said wincing. She looked around frantically. She saw 5 bouncers pushing Ian out the door as the Mexicans disappeared into the crowd of people swarming them. She pushed away from the bouncers, running after the men throwing Ian out of the club, yelling at him.
"WHO THE FUCK PUSHES A GIRL, MAN?!"
"YOU WANNA FIGHT? LETS FIGHT!"
Emily stopped as her ankle throbbed painfully. It had been Ian that pushed her, by her face, onto the floor...
Tears stung her eyes, and she felt a wave of anger come over her. She was pregnant for gods sake, what if people had stepped on her? And even more importantly... Ian had been selling fucking guns again. And lied about it...
Suddenly she had no desire to go after him anymore. She walked around the throng of men and women vying to see the commotion and stepped onto the sidewalk yelling for a Taxi.
Ian looked around the group of men, trying to "escort" him into the parking lot. Where was Emily? He couldn't see her anywhere. She'd stepped in between him and the Mexican and he'd pushed her out of the way. He hadn't meant to do quite so aggressively but, really? How many times had he told her in the past, NEVER to get involved in a man's fight? To stay out of it, unless she was packing some serious heat? But had she listened? No. She never fucking listened, stubborn, obstinate woman never listened to him.
He walked outraged to the car to wait on her to come out of the club. He called her cell. No answer. She was pissed and he knew why and it wasn't because he'd pushed her...
Emily sat at the bar, glass of vodka in hand. Her phone buzzed continuously in front of her, but she had no intention of answering for him. She knew he was probably out of his mind with worry at this point, but at this point she couldn't give a damn. She knew she shouldn't be drinking, but at the moment she honestly couldn't say she cared. This relationship was doomed and they'd only been married two weeks. He'd gone and fucked it up again. Like he always did. Selfish Prick, she thought bitterly. What happened if he got arrested again? She closed her eyes laying her head on the bar trying to fight back the angry tears that pricked her eyes. Just when she thought they were safe, just when things were starting to turn around for them...
Her phone buzzed again and she saw Izzy's name pop up. Izzy was babysitting for them tonight and so she answered it reluctantly.
"Hello?"
"Hey Em, whats going on? Ian just got here and he looks... umm... pissed."
"Fuck him, he's a selfish waste of human life, tell him I said he can pack his shit and go live on the damn street," Emily slurred angrily.
"Emily? Are you okay? Are you- you're not umm drinking?" Izzy hissed anxiously.
"Yes, yes I am, this lovely bartender at the uh, the- where am I?" Emily asked the bartender.
"Showgirl, hon," the blonde bartender replied.
"This lovely bartender at Showgirl, has reacquainted me with a few long lost friends," Emily hiccuped.
"Emily!" Izzy hissed in a higher pitched squeal. "You're pregnant! And drinking... at a strip club?!"
"Yes, but shhh! Don't tell Ian. He'll just be a buzzkill." Emily pouted, waving her glass for a refill.
"Okay, I wont. Do you need me to come get you?" Izzy asked.
"No, I'll get a taxi... or maybe a ride home with someone," Emily giggled.
"Ohh god, Emily... Hold on a minute okay?" Izzy said groaning.
"Mmmkayy," Emily said.
"Ian we have a problem." Izzy said holding the phone up, covering the mouthpiece.
"If it's Emily, I dont care. Just tell her to get her ass home. I don't wanna deal with the bullshit." Ian said closing Lauren's door behind him. He'd just put her to bed and said goodnight and was ready to crash himself.
"Umm, she's not acting like herself," Izzy hinted. Ian paused, looking at her.
"What. Now." He growled. "Where is she and what is she doing?"
"Okay if I tell you, you did not get this from me." Izzy said putting up an innocent hand.
"IZZY!"
"She's at Showgirl. Annnnd she's drinking..." Izzy said wincing. Ian roared angrily, putting a fist through the dry wall next to him.
"FUCK! She's pregnant! AND AT A STRIP CLUB?!"
"Yeahhh, but she sounds... sad. I don't think shes dancing on ta-" Ian brushed past her, storming down the stairs, slamming the front door behind him.
Izzy groaned, "Hey Em? I got you a taxi. It'll be there in 20 maybe 15 minutes Okay? Love you bye!" Izzy said quickly hanging up the phone.
Ian stormed into the strip club, positively irate. He looked around at the bar, Emily was nowhere in sight. He scanned the rest of the club, nothing but men, drunk and gaggling up at the stage. He scanned perv row looking for any sign of- then he saw her. Up on stage... Her little black dress, short enough for his liking as it were, hiked up around her hips as her black lace thong showed for the whole world to see.
She had a drink in her hand as she twirled and shimmied around dancing to the upbeat song blaring obnoxiously over the loud speakers. He strode right up to the stage putting both hands around her legs and tossed her over his shoulder drink and all, ignoring her shrieks of protests and feeble hands punching his body.
He made it out to the parking lot with her before setting her not so gently onto the trunk of the Mercedes.
"Are you fucking mad, Emily!?" He screamed.
She winced and pushed at his chest weakly. "You're an asshole! You think you can just come in there and take me home!" She yelled drunkenly.
"You're bloody lucky that's all I'm fucking doing." He growled at her.
"Yeah well, fuck you! You ruined everything! You lying piece of shit!" She screamed, tears starting to fall down her cheeks.
He growled again before opening the back door and throwing her into the backseat. Like she had any fucking idea what he'd done. What he'd had to do for their family.
They arrived back at the house, Emily sobbing like a 3 year old in the backseat the whole way home.
Ian pulled her roughly out of the car, yanking her into the house.
"Go fucking clean yourself up and go to bed, Emily." He spat not even looking at her.
"Go fuck yourself. You don't control me, Ian."
"You bet your fucking sweet ass I do." He said pinning her against the wall. She, drunken as a sailor, punched him in the jaw. His head flung to the side but he didn't move. "Go. to. bed." He said in a deadly quiet voice.
"No. You are gonna look me in the eye, and you're gonna tell me what you did!" She screamed.
"I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!" He roared back at her. She stiffened.
"Don't lie to me, Ian." She whispered, eyes welling with tears.
He looked at her and felt his anger dissipate slowly. He shoved away from her, "It was just a one-time thing... While you were, you know... In the coma." He said rubbing his face tiredly.
She whimpered. "I-Ian... why?"
"Because! We needed money for another car, our kids need to go to college! Goddamn, Emily! What the hell was I supposed to do?!" He said angrily.
She wiped at her face, "Ian. You weren't thinking about the kids. If I hadn't made it and you'd gotten arrested Declan and Lauren would have ended up in foster care, probably separated! You were thinking about fucking DOLLAR SIGNS. Thats all you ever cared about-" before he knew it, he'd backhanded her, hard enough to send her reeling on the floor.
"DAD!" A boy's voice yelled from the stairs.
"Go to bed, son." Ian said, eyes locked on Emily.
"She's pregnant dad!" Declan said angrily.
"Yeah, well, your mother's probably already done fucked that up now, eh?" Ian said, spitting on the floor next to her as she glared at him with the look of the most intense hatred she could muster.
"Dad! Come on, just go to bed, you both need to just cool off... You're both gonna feel better in the morning," Declan said calmly from the stairway. "Come on, Dad. You can sleep in my room if you want,"
Ian sighed, suddenly a 13 year old was giving him marital advice... and making sense. "Aye, fine..." he said, stomping away from her up the stairs after Declan.
Emily sighed. Declan had probably just saved her from getting her ass kicked for the stunt she'd pulled tonight, and she felt a pit of guilt in her stomach. She'd never wanted him to see anything like this but, sometimes... Sometimes the kids are smarter than their parents ever are.
She hauled herself up, wincing as she put pressure on her ankle, she hadn't noticed it whilst she'd been dancing, the vodka had taken the edge off nicely. She prayed as she crawled into bed, still dressed that she hadn't done anything detrimental to this pregnancy. She would never forgive herself and she knew Ian wouldn't either. She thought sleepily how much hadn't changed between them but yet all of the stuff that had... she knew the morning would bring a new perspective and she prayed it would be enough...