A/N: Thank you to guys who reviewed. I'm just so happy people like this story I keep getting new ideas for chapters so here's another one! Back to Emily's POV, and I think I will alternate views just to keep it interesting )

"A man nearly always loves for other reasons than he thinks. A lover is apt to be as full of secrets from himself as is the object of his love from him."
-Ben Hecht

Emily stood in stunned silence as her face flooded with a stinging heat. One of these days, she thought bitterly, bringing her hand up to touch her red cheek. Ian glared at her with his icy cold eyes, before stomping from the room. Emily stared at the bedroom door for a moment before gathering her wits about her and reaching for one of the many bags. She began to put things away, almost compulsively, to get her mind off of what had just happened. Everything was going so well, she'd thought. Ian really wanted another child, but a deep secret she'd only told a handful of people in her life, stopped her cold. Even if she gave up her life back home to live in a faux marriage with a volatile man she may or may not have feelings for, deep down a voice refused to justify her having a child with Ian Doyle. She pulled out a bikini she'd purchased from Burberry and began to undress. She knew Ian well, and she was sure he'd disappear for a good few hours, so she was sure no one would walk in on her. She slipped on one of Ian's white button up shirts as a cover-up, grabbed a towel for her and Declan and headed for the full length mirrored closet doors. She looked intently at her face debating on whether or not to put foundation on. Deciding the redness was fading and with her sunglasses would not be noticeable to Declan. She took a deep steadying breath and headed for the door. She saw Declan coming out of his room, swim shorts on.

"Em, are you ready? This is gonna be AWESOME!" He said excitedly to her, jumping up and down like a bunny.

"Oh, I know." She said feigning excitement, taking his hand and leading him down the stairs and outside. As they were walking down the bricked drive that lead to the beach, she listened as Declan chattered excitedly about the ocean and his favorite movie Finding Nemo, which he'd insisted she watch a million and a half times.

"Emily, you think we'll see any sharks? Or, or, or Sea turtles?" He said eyes going wide.

"Nah, I don't think that you'll see any of those here she said with a giggle. "Where did Marlin have to go when he saw the sea turtles?" She asked faking seriousness, the corner of her mouth twitching.

"The EAC! The East Australian Current!" He yelled. "Wait, where are we again Em?"

"We're in Dubai Hon, which is a part of the United Arab Emirates. Which is notttttt really close to Australia," she said smiling.

"Oh, bummer…" He said walking next to her in the sand as they reached the beach. "Hey Emily, where's Ian? I thought he was coming too?" Declan asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"Oh," she said quietly, "Well honey, he had some work that came up. But, uh, he's really sorry. He wanted to spend some time with you." She said empathetically. Declan's face fell.

"Oh, okay…" He said almost gloomily. Emily's heart dropped. Ian finally had his son back and his son actually wanted to spend time with him and now he was letting him down all over again. Declan soon forgot all about it as they played in the salty water and built 3 sandcastles, Declan let Emily bury him in white sand and she sunbathed while he dug a trench around them. Their own island, he'd called it.

They watched the sun go down, before heading back to the giant house. They ate enormous portions of Fettuccini Alfredo for dinner while making plans to go try the pool tomorrow and take a walk in the gardens. After dinner they walked upstairs to Declan's room and played Mariokart on the xbox. After gracefully losing 4 races in a row, Emily conceded defeat and sent Declan to take a shower and head for bed. After she tucked him in, Emily walked tiredly to the master bedroom. Opening one of the doors slowly, she peeped her head in. Ian was nowhere to be seen. Sighing, she walked in throwing her towel in the hamper, and undoing her bathing suit. She stepped into the large 4 person jet tub, filling it to the brim with hot bubbly water. Slowly she let herself unwind from the stress of the day. An hour later she was crawling into the giant California King bed, squeezing the pillow tight.