Both Lauren and Ian showed almost no signs of public affection when on a job. No one would ever suspect just how much they were in love. Although in front of prying eyes they still had their own subtle ways of showing it. When passing something between them their hands would linger together. The way they looked at each other was always so passion filled, even when talking about such gruesome things. There was just something between them when they were together, some kind of heat that connected them on some unseen level.

It was only when they were behind closed doors that they showed their affection, which is why Lauren was smiling so much as they both rode home in the second SUV, gripping Ian's hand in hers, her head rested against his shoulder as they were both driven to the villa. The wall that their work built between them finally vanquished.

"Tired, love?" He asked, it was close to midnight by the time they were on there way home and Ian knew she must have been exhausted. He ran a hand through her curls. She simply nodded, closing her eyes and snuggling closer to his side. The rest of the ride was in silence, just their quiet breaths in the backseat before Ian saw them turn into the villa.

Ian was about to tell Lauren they had arrived when he realized she was fast asleep. With a smile he picked her up and carried her into the house, Louise opening the door for him as he carried her upstairs to the bedroom. He laid her down gently, stripping her down to her underwear and bra before pulling the blankets over her, kissing her forehead before heading down the hall to his son's room.

The boy's room was only lit by a rocket ship night light, bright blonde curls visible under the superhero comforter. Ian kneeled next to the bed, for a moment just starring at his son's peaceful sleeping face. He had a duty to himself to raise him as a warrior. But in that moment, he didn't want to. The boy, as Lauren had once said, was too innocence to be tarnished by the life they lived. He didn't have to live like that, he didn't have to be raised like that. Maybe he could go to university, become a doctor, a lawyer, an artist. Ian sighed, the eternally struggle of how to raise his son was almost painful for him to think of. He touched his young son's forehead, kissing it lightly, whispering goodnight before heading back to the master bedroom.

He quickly stripped down to his boxers, not bothering with putting his clothes away as he crawled into bed with his fiancé. He pulled her close, holding her tight, his nose in her curls as he breathed her in. It was perfect, the way she perfect melted into him, perfectly nestled in his strong arms.

He was short tempered, exceedingly possessive, and she was just so calming, so level headed that he wondered how she put up with him at all.

He felt her stir in his arms, the sure sound of a half sigh, half moan alerting him that she was awake as the arm wrapped around her waist pulled a little tighter. Her soft and quiet laugh filled the dark room as she turned to face him, a small smile on her lips as she pressed her cheek against his stubbly jaw. The shadows danced on her face, assuring that he couldn't tell her emotion. He hugged her, rubbing her back in small circles before he was positive she was trembling.

"Nightmare?" Ian whispered quietly in her hairline before kissing her forhead softly. He felt her head nod, her eyes still wide as she gripped him tightly to her. She was absolutely terrfied, clutching to him like a child as she surely replayed whatever horrors she'd seen in her head. "Look at me." He asked, tilting her chin up to meet his eyes, her brown eyes red and glassy with tears. "It was just a dream." He hoped her sounded assuring as he felt the fear well up in him, knowing that this job haunted Lauren more than it ever did him. He had learned to dehumanize while dealing in his field, and tried his hardest to make up for that sad state of being with Declan and Lauren.

"Talk to me." He heard her ask, pulling away from his blue eyed gaze to rest her ear up against his chest, as if listening to his heart.

"About what, love?" He asked, resting his chin atop her head.

"Anything." He sighed, smiling just a bit.

"Well, I have had something on my mind lately." He admitted.

"And what's that?"

"It's about Declan." He finally said, his voice as heavy as his words and Lauren stirred nervously in his arms. Declan, as well as his upbringing, was something they didn't often dicuss seriously, it was always something that Ian would dismiss, seemingly not wanting to talk about it, at least not with her. "You know how I am supposed to raise him, Lauren." A chill ran through her at that, she did know.

"Ian." She nearly hissed, just a hint of anger in her tone as she pulled away from him a little.

"Lauren, I didn't ask for this." His voice was quiet, but if it wasn't her their setting, she knew he most most certainly would have been yelling. She was surely unattractively scrunching her face, attempting to control herself from yelling herself. She hated when then fought, but this was a touchy topic with her and she wasn't about to let her opinion go unspoken.

"I know you didn't," She finally managed, knowing how true that was. Ian was adopted afterall, bought into this life, but never born into it. "but Ian, I can't let him grow up like that. I won't stand for it, Ian." She said firmly, meeting his piercing eyes.

"I can't guarantee anything, love. But I promise, when the time comes, I'll try to get him out." He sounded so sure, yet in his gut was a certain uneasiness of letting her down. It wasn't something they had to worry about for a while, but it would nevertheless haunt this thought with every breath. The tension had died down a considerable amount in the silence following, as Lauren slowly but surely crept back to her earlier position.

"Ian," He looked down at her questioning tone, meeting her eyes to answer her iquiry."how would you feel about having a baby?" She was biting her lip now, surely regretting that she'd asked the question as his facial expression remained unchanged. She starred for another long moment before sighing loudly, turning around and pulling the blankets up around her.

"Forget I asked." She scoffed, before she felt him behind her. She refused to move a muscle before she felt his hot breath on her neck.

"Let's get to it then, love." He whispered huskily, nibbling lightly on her ear as she let out a breathless moan.