Ian awoke with a start in the dark of the night, jarred awake after a terrifying nightmare. He had woken Lauren up and immediately told her to head back to sleep but they knew one another too well, she knew he had had a nightmare.

"Do you want to talk about it, I've heard if you tell someone you're nightmares they won't happen." She told him, watching quietly as a few tears spilled from his eyes. It was not a common occurrence for Ian Doyle to cry. Lauren hugged him as he cried before he had told her what had happened in his nightmare. He nearly stopped a few times due to the fearful and downright heartbreaking look on Lauren's face while he recounted it.

"It won't happen." Lauren whispered out in the darkness, putting a gentle hand to the side of his face. He closed his eyes, relishing in her touch.

"How can you be so sure?" He asked, meeting her eyes. The room was quite dark, and he pulled a small hand into his, intertwining her fingers in his gently.

"Don't you trust me?" Lauren whispered into the darkness, Ian's hand in hers the only tangible thing that she was focused on. He squeezed her hand in his before leaning in to kiss her gently, a hand gently cascading through her silky hair. They lay on the pillows when they broke apart, foreheads touching.

"I love you, beautiful woman." He told her in Gaelic, kissing her forehead lightly.

After that they managed to somehow get back go sleep.

Ian woke up abruptly again, although this time the sun was out, just barely risen as he noticed Lauren was gone. He immediately called for her, before hearing a muffled sputtering and coughing. That immediately got his attention, and he rushed to where the sound was coming from. He found himself at the bathroom door, and everything had seemingly gone quiet. He jerked the door open, and Lauren jumped, standing just in front of him now.

"Lauren." He breathed. He didn't know what he'd thought had maybe happened but just seeing her made his heart flutter. He wanted to hug her, hold her to him to assure that she was okay, but he was much too curious as to what the previous noise was. "What's wrong, love? Are you sick?" He put a hand to the side of her face before putting the back of his hand to her forehead, she didn't feel hot.

"I've been throwing up all morning, wanna run out and get me something?" She told him, crawling her arms around him loosely, as he pulled her a little closer he kissed the top of her head. After that he lead her back to the bed to lie down.

"I'll do whatever you want, love." He said with a smile, pulling the blanket over her. He ventured over the opposite side of the room to get dressed, having no problem being naked in front of her. He glanced at her, she was biting her lip, sitting up just to stare at him.

"Lauren." He chastised, his voice light

"God, you're beautiful." Lauren breathed, making him laugh. "Did you say you'd do anything I want?" She said, adorably cocking her head to the side. She was leaning over, showing more of her ample cleavage as she leaned on her hands, smiling innocently. "Come here." He cantered over, watching his beautiful fiancée reach for him. He grabbed her wrists, watching her frown as he kissed along her hand.

"Sweetie, you're sick. If you're feeling better after dinner tonight then I will let you do whatever you please." He told her, his smile still not outweighing her frown. He buckled his pants, still smirking,

"I better get goin' before you jump me." He told her, before leaving to get her medicine. She laid down for a brief minute or two, defeated. Her stomach growled, forcing her upwards, her whole body tired as she dragged herself out of the satin sheets. She managed to make her way downstairs, the villa still being eerie and quiet as it was way too early in the morning for even herself to be up.

She crept around the kitchen, flicking on a light before kneeling down to search the cupboards. She found herself debating what to eat for a couple minutes, wondering whether she'd even be able to keep it down. The thought of throwing up good food was upsetting so she settled on Ian's "healthy" cereal instead of Declan's sugary ones.

She was able to keep it down, which nearly urged her to try one of the more sugary ones, but she decided against it. After her quick breakfast she headed back upstairs, stopping in Declan's doorway along the way. She grasped the door frame before wandering in the sit at the edge of the boy's bed.

She was trying not to wake him, just quietly stroking his blonde curls. Her and Ian were going out tonight to drink with some of his co-workers, meaning Louise would be left to take care of Declan. Lauren was just hoping she would be well enough to go out. If not she knew Ian would make her stay home. Ian wouldn't be home for a bit she knew, as this would be one of the times where living in such a secluded place was inconvenient.

Declan stirred, but didn't wake and Lauren crept out of the room as quietly as she could. She returned to the master bedroom, not knowing what to do to pass the time. She'd just recently finished her book, and she didn't want to wake Declan up just out of boredom. As she pondered something to do she decided to at least try something, and just like that found a box of pregnancy tests in the bathroom cupboard. She hadn't taken one in at least a month, she was trying not to get her hopes up before she found herself waiting impatiently for the test to show her results.