So i wrote a one shot earlier but i got a couple of requests for this to be extended. i'm afraid that i might start it but not finish it. hopefully i will, i procrastinate and i'm scatterbrained. don't you just love it when your friends rub off on you? so I just wanna say thanks to Agent get Amy and Ian together (hopefully i got that right) for prompting me to start this. Cookie times million for ya! Hope you like and i'm gonna aime to get the next chapter up sonn. Go AMIAN!
PS READ I TRY FIRST
i own nothing, I really wish though.
pps, i'm looking for names for my plot bunny, give suggestions w/reviews pl. thnx a million
_3.2.1._
Amy POV
I watched my husband of 3 months space out as I finished drying the dishes. He had this small smile on his face, like he was remembering something good. I had a sneaking suspicion that it was that family reunion dance a year and a half ago.
"Hey Ian, you spaced for a minute, you okay?" an amused Amy asked as she popped in the middle of Ian's field of vision. Ian's eyes focused on Amy, a lazy smile spreading across his face. His arms wrapped themselves around her waist, she hummed in happiness. She was married to the World's Best and Most Brilliant Man. And they were only 19.
"Yes, love, I'm fine. Just remembering some stuff'" Ian said smiling pulling her on to his lap.
She was going to need to tell him soon before it was pushed out of her mind with his mouth. "Good thing I got your attention, I need to tell you some"
"What is it, love" Ian said kissing her neck. Damn him and those lips, she needed to concentrate right now!
"I'm pregnant" I said as if it was nothing. Even though I was now freaking out like there's no tomorrow.
"That's Ni-What?" I just started laughing at his reaction.
"Does Dan know?" I laughed even harder. I nodded and he relaxed a bit then tensed ten-fold. "Is he going to kill me?" he said worried.
"That's what you're thinking, whether Dan is going to kill you or not?"
"That's among one of the things I'm thinking, Love", Ian said, relaxing for good now. "I'm also thinking, 'How far along are you?', 'When did you find out?', 'When do you want to go shopping for the baby stuff?' and a whole other lot of questions"
I smiled at him, "I'm 3 weeks along, I found out yesterday, and can we start shopping next week?"
"Yes, that seems like a plan" he said. We continued to talk aimlessly about random topics that we jumped to and from and carefully dissected the importance of naming the baby and how the baby was never in a million years was going to be called Ian Jr.
