Good Things Happen with Time
Chapter 11
Lucy's POV
It has been roughly five months since Ian and I moved in together. We have since taken our relationship public to the world rather than merely our small PLL family knowing. My cast is finally off of my arm and my body has fully healed and returned to how I used to feel prior to my tumble down the staircase.
It is a week before mine and Ian's one year anniversary. We will be traveling back to Nashville much like we had this time last year. We have a four day weekend off of work due to Memorial Day so we opted to go see my family like I habitually do this time of year.
Ian is staring in a featured role for some new Network show. With the Ezra Fitz storyline having less screen time than usual, Ian decided to use his free time to start some additional projects. With that being said, I am currently at home backing our bags and getting everything in order for our departure tonight while he is at work. Ian isn't expected to get home from work until about nine or so. Our flight is at 1:30 in the morning with a predicted landing time of 7:45 in the morning. While we were dreading the late hour of our flight, we knew it would be the easiest way to get in and out without being bombarded by paparazzi.
The buzzing sound of my phone vibrating across the nightstand draws my attention away from the piles of clothing in front of me. A smile tugs on my lips when I see it is a text from Troian.
Hey Luce, want to grab an early lunch?
Definitely! When and Where.
How about the new Italian restaurant down by The Grove at 11?
My thumbs fly across the touch screen of my iPhone telling Troian the plan works perfectly.
Glancing at the time I see it is just after 10am now. I make my way across the hardwood flooring to enter my closet. Fishing through my assortment of clothes I opt for a pair of short denim shorts and pair it with a fitted black off the shoulder top. It takes me barely any time to craft a minimal amount of makeup on my face. Knowing I have a couple minutes to spare, I quickly run my curling wand through my hair for additional waves to my long locks.
Slipping my feet into my favorite pair of black heeled ankle boots, I grab my phone and keys then head out the door.
Lunch with Troian has been filled with nothing but laughter and happiness. I ordered some fancy pasta dish I am unsure how to pronounce; though it is delicious. Troian's food was equally if not even better than mine.
Half way through the meal my stomach turns slightly causing a sense of discomfort. Closing my mouth, I place my fork down on my plate and close my eyes for a moment. Taking a deep breath I will the nausea to fade away. It doesn't.
"Oh god." I clamp my hand over my mouth and clutch my stomach with my other hand.
Jumping up from my chair I scurry off through the line of tables off towards the restroom. My petite stature just barely makes it into the nearest stall before empting my entire stomach contents. I cough harshly and wipe the beads of sweat from my forehead.
"Lucy?" I faintly hear Troian calling for me, her voice laced with worry.
Wiping my mouth with the back of my wrist one last time I exit from the stall.
"Sorry for running off, I don't know what that was."
Frowning at myself in the mirror for a moment as I wash my hands.
"We better get back to the table before the waiter assumes we've pulled a dine and dash on them."
I quickly pull my close friend out of the restroom before she has a chance to make any type of comment as I cannot handle the odor of my own vomit. Troian and I return to the table in silence. Placing my napkin back in my lap I stare down at my food with absolutely zero appetite.
"Do you feel better now?" She asks with this certain tone in her voice that leads me to believe the gears in her head are turning.
Nodding my head I mutter a soft, "Sorta," not wanting to think about what just happened in fear of having a reoccurring incident.
"I'm sorry about that. It's happened a few times now randomly these past few weeks; I must have some kind of stomach bug."
This time Troian is the one to place her silverware down on her plate. "This isn't the first time you've had sudden nausea take over?"
Shrugging my shoulders not sure what she is getting at.
"Lucy, are you…" Troian tilts her head at me and squints her eyes.
"Am I what?" I reply unsure what she is insinuating. Lifting up my glass of water I take several small gulps in attempt to wash away the acid taste.
"Could you be pregnant?"
I involuntarily choke on my water causing several people seated around us to glance our way.
"What?" My wide eyes stare up at hers. We both carry on a silent conversation with our eyes knowing we still have the grasp of those around us. "Um I don't think— well uh maybe. I guess?"
Troian chuckles ever so softly in hopes of lightening the building tension. "What do you mean you guess? Have you two been careful or?" She yet again lets her question linger in the air.
A blush covers my cheeks as I recount the multitude of times Ian and I decided to forgo the condom. Biting my lip I blush even harder knowing the reason we haven't kept up with him using a condom is due to how much better and intimate it feels when we have sex bare.
"I mean, I am on birth control. As for him… well we have a tendency not to use condoms." I admit sheepishly under Troian's crucial gaze.
My eyes follow her hand's movements as she runs a hand through her hair with a faint smile tugging on her lips.
"Then I have a feeling we have an additional stop we need to make after lunch to the drug store around the corner."
A moment later she motions to our waiter we were ready for the check.
My mind is reeling in a jumbled mess of thoughts and possibilities on whether or not I could be pregnant. Then there is the long strand of thoughts about if I am pregnant then how will Ian react? We've been together for a year, known each other for nearly seven years. Could he be ready for this new life altering situation if I do happen to have a baby growing in my belly?
So many thoughts swirling around, I find myself completely dazed out as we make our way down the street and into the drug store. Sensing my mind is elsewhere, Troian leads me to our desired aisle.
Staring blankly at the vast amount of options in front of me I realize I have no clue what to get.
"I don't even know where to begin." I admit feeling a tad embarrassed.
Troian whips out her phone and types rapidly across the screen. A moment later she directs me on what the most reliable options are.
At first I grab one box feeling slightly satisfied. We only make it about three steps down the aisle before I turn back around and grab two more boxes from the other two top brands she mentioned. Troian merely raises her eyebrow with a grin when she realizes what I was doing.
"It doesn't hurt to be extra sure. Let's go."
Troian and I quickly exit the quant store then head off to my house. A part of me is excited by the idea of potentially carrying Ian's baby while the other part of me is downright terrified. I couldn't feel happier than to have my best friend at my side during this important moment in my life.
When we enter my house I head straight upstairs to the master bathroom. Taking a deep breath I pop open all three boxes.
I can do this.
Ian's POV
Glancing at my watch I see the time is just after three in the afternoon. I am desperately hoping to wrap up filming for this episode thus allowing me to go home.
The camera crew is currently running through all angles of the scene shot so far with the director. We have been filming for the past hour and yet the director is convinced the camera crew haven't quite shot the "perfect angle" according to her.
Plopping down on my designated chair I release a heavy huff. Digging my phone out of my back pocket I unlock the small black device and discover I have several texts from Lucy asking if I have a break coming up soon. My thumbs slowly press along the touch screen to reply to my long term girlfriend.
"Ian!" A hushed squeal breaks my attention from my phone.
A large grin spreads across my lips at the sight of Lucy bouncing across the set in excitement.
"Hey babe, what are you doing here?" I ask curiously. Standing up I pull her into my chest for a swift kiss.
Lucy glances around noticing no one is really around the set. "Do you have a few minutes to talk?"
Looking over to the director I ask her how long until she believes we may start filming again.
"You can all take a thirty minute break," she waves her hand dismissively without removing her focus from the role back tapes.
"Why don't we go to your dressing room?" Lucy is chewing on her lip and damn near bouncing out of her skin. She clearly has something to tell me.
Lacing my hand in hers, I drag her off of the set and down the lot to my trailer. The moment the door shuts behind us Lucy is pulling me down into an extremely heated kiss. Her tongue demands entrance into my mouth as her hands slip underneath my shirt.
"Well hello to you too!" I chuckle against her lips at her lustfully aggressive behavior.
"Ian," Lucy pants breathlessly a few minutes later. "I'm pregnant."
My jaw drops open in shock as I take in her words. Joy and happiness instantly fill my heart and I soon find myself bouncing in excitement much like Lucy has been for the past ten minutes. Leaning down I pick her up and spin her around. Lucy reattaches our lips and mumbles against my lips to sit down on the couch.
"Are you—are you sure?" I ask in between kisses while hastily removing her of her clothing.
Lucy nods her head in confirmation. "According to the three pregnancy tests that reside on your side of the bathroom counter at home."
"We only have fifteen minutes before I need to return to set." I mumble against the skin on her neck, suddenly feeling like Ezra Fitz back in one of or previous colorful scenes.
Lucy rips off my t-shirt with a new wave of determination. "That is plenty of time," she replies in a slurry, seductive tone.
I am instantly captivated by my tempting, seductive girlfriend. My girlfriend who is currently half dressed and has been grinding in my lap while my face has been buried in her cleavage.
"Mmmm Iaaaaannnnnnn." Lucy moans loudly in response to my hand slipping into the front of her panties.
I take full advantage of her throwing her head back exposing her neck. My lips trial up from her chest to leave more love bites on her lower neck and collar bone.
A loud, harsh bang on the trailer door breaks us out of our intimate moment.
"Ian, you were due back to set ten minutes ago. Wrap it up in there."
Frowning, I apologize to Luce for our moment being ruined. Lucy releases a carefree giggle showcasing her happiness. She helps me redress then sends me off back to work with the promise we will pick this back up when I get home tonight.
A large smile is plastered across my face the remainder of the day at the news. The love of my life is pregnant with my child.
Okay! So super damn fluffy. I am in such an angst writing mood I had to force myself to write you guys some fluff. The next chapter is the pair back in Nashville. A year later they are going back to where their relationship started taking a turn. I know this chapter is short compared to usual, but when I put the Nashville part in it was too long.
I figured you guy would be happy Lucy is pregnant. Please comment to let me know your thoughts.